Loki looked at his eyes now wide open, he flew off his perch and landed on a fallen log, he walked up the log till he was in front of Nekonata's face, he looked deep into his eyes. "Was real" Loki said out loud as clear as day... The clearest Nekonata had ever heard him speak. Loki stretched his wings and flew off into the night.
"Loki" Nekonata shouted, "Loki where are you going?" He shouted again... But got no reply, Loki had disappeared into the night.
The sun was rising, stretching right across the horizon, Loki was flying over the Calabough Lake. This Lake was a special one, simply because it stood in the middle of a forest so dense that no one other than the Elves or Shapeshifters dared travel through it. Elves could be seen fishing and swimming as he flew over... A squawk was heard behind him, Loki looked over his shoulder to find several other birds flying to catch up with him, "Well met Loki" They all shouted.
Loki laughed, "I say, my friends, I have important business with mine cousin" The other birds shouted there farewells and good lucks and banked heavily to the left and soon disappeared back into the forest.
Loki swooped down straight for Calabough Lake, his talons delicately touching the ice-cold water creating gentle ripples. An Elf horn sounded, a signal to the Queen that a visitor had arrived. Loki looked up to see a tall gracious elf stood in front of the entrance to the Great Hall. A smile upon her face. Loki sped up and flared his wings to slow down his descent and landed heavily on a thick tree branch.
"Dank al vi, via Moŝto." He said with a small bow.
"And be with you" She replied, "Enough of the formalities, Why have you graced us with your presence?" She asked with a mischievous smile.
"The prophecy is coming true right before mine eyes. He has told me of a dream where a young redhead with green eyes asking for his help" Loki replied getting straight to it.
His cousin looked at him eyes wide, "Are you serious? So soon?" Loki nodded and said nothing...
Loki says "Gabija," He said quietly "We have to set the plans in motion, he and she will need all the help they can get. Now is the time to try and make amends with the Dwarves, I hear King Branth has passed away and his son Althor now is King"
"How long have you known about the Dwarf King? Gabija asked
"Two days ago, a message came to me by a squirrel" Loki replied...
"Young Timtur?" She asked and Loki nodded "I agree with what you say" There she paused. "Martheel" She shouted, a light brown haired Elf with yellow eyes quickly showed up, "I want you to get my Riders ready for dawn, we are travelling to Buradoth Mountains."
"Yes, Your Majesty" He turned to walk away then stopped in the doorway... "You mean to the Dwarves?"
Gabija nodded "Yes to the Dwarves, now go! This is important" Martheel left quickly to relay his Queen's message.
"I need to go." Said Loki, "I left him without saying a word, he still has no idea who I am or you for that matter"
Queen Gabija nodded, "Keep it like so for now, May you have good fortune on your travels friend." She gave him a quick hug before walking away.
Loki walked back out of the Great Hall, he looked up to the heavens, muttered a long incantation, he clapped his hands and lightning struck him, in a matter of seconds he was the Oversized Raven again in flight on his way back to the Warrior, Nekonata
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The Journey, Warrior
FantasyA man with amnesia goes on a journey of discovery with his companions, ending up having to reunite the races against a common enemy
