Shadows are Free

                  “Now you see, my dear lady, that would simply be magic at its finest. It can do more than conjure thunder and fire.”

                His father rarely called him to the throne room these days.. and the man was sure it wouldn’t be the last time he was called there today if they had decided to send for him. Quiet movements are made and the god settled himself on one knee to address Odin. He wished for something that been spotted far in the distance be investigated and his brother was busy playing Hero on one of the other of the nine realms. Fine. He didn’t mind it given he wasn’t sure where ese to go anyways. It’s what he found when he got there that the young god found himself looking around the area to make sure no one else had come to this spot.

              Luckily not. But there was only so much one such as him could do. He was cautious in checking everything, eventually finding himself in the cockpit of the ship.. It’s not until he heard the animal and noticed the pilot that he began to be more cautious. “You have somehow found yourself on Asgard..” There was a pause as the young god assessed the situation, greens of his eyes glancing over the other’s strange appearance. “My name is Loki..” Leaving off the god of mischief part was only a minute part of that.. Hands clasped behind the god’s back, head tilted.

              Strange indeed. “I am not here to harm you. In fact, I came on orders from my father to find out what landed here.” The truth; so often spoken and yet so often not believed. “Who would you be, if I might ask?” He’s keeping his distance if only to prove that he’s not here to harm the other.. once he’s shown as less than a threat, he would check to make sure any injuries aren’t too severe.

Asgard... Yes, he remembers seeing such a name in his studies, but it felt just about as out of reach and even less possible then Oriande. Somehow, after having been exiled away from his people by his tyrannical father, Lotor had managed to arrive to... Asgard? A realm of beings revered by many as Gods..? Warriors unlike any other, with an affinity to ancient sorcery--That Asgard?!

The ex-prince blinked, as he studied the man--he looked humanoid in shape, but other then the horn-piece he wore for a crown, he did not look particularly dangerous or powerful. But Lotor knew first hand that looks were deceiving. He draws his hand away from his knife, raising his palms up defensively before slowly reaching for the back of his helmet. There is a click, and he eases the helmet off. 

Silver hair seeps down, and matching his other injuries, a sharp cut marks his brow and bleeds. He wipes away at his indigo-tinted blood with his forearm, and with a wince, falls back into his seat. ❝ Lotor.. My name is Lotor and it was not my intention to crash here---but your.. planet, or something pulled my ship. ❞ His system had gone haywire, and momentarily he went blind before he registered clouds and the impending forest he was flying towards. 

                “What’s not to be smug about? I’m me.”

                Asgard was not somewhere that often had problems that could not be handled by those that lived there.. There were a few times they had found problems that they needed help with. but for the most part, the Asgardians were a tough lot. Nightfall was easy to slip out undetected, especially for the mischievous young god. A quiet walk through the gardens, peaceful enough during the day but at night he could truly be out here by himself.

                Hands are tucked behind his back, green eyes looking over the various flowers, numerous plants.. the soft trickle of running water tinged the air, a fountain sat at the center of the gardens.. feeding out to a small rivlet that carved through the small garden. He didn’t expect to see an enchantress at one of his turns. Green eyes watched her, shock fading into curiosity.. then into concern..

                Her pleas are met with a gentle touch and the god giving a soft nod. “Allow me to bring you to the healers. You will be safe.” When next she was to awake, she would find herself in a room with tall, stone ceilings. The rest of the room lit only by torchlight and a few handmaidens stood to the side discussing a hologram that hovered over her.

                In one of the darker corners stood the young god of mischief, moving once he realized that she was awake. “Ah, you awaken.. and I assume you have questions as to where you are. Fear not, I will answer any questions you may have. Take it at your pace. I have no pressing matters to attend this day.”

Vaguely does Morrigan recall the feel of arms lifting her up with a strange, and most unfamiliar care. Her mind registers a word---Safe...

No, she would never be safe so long as Flemeth followed. So long as she carried this old soul, this child and Morrigan lived... Flemeth would find her. She was clever as she was vengeful, and she was ambitious in her selfish wishes for eternal youth. Flemeth planned on living forever, amassing every secret and power known by the ancient elves... 

She needed to run. Run far away. 

There was a dark, husky laugh that echoed in her mind, an image of sharp-draconian gold eyes watching her in a predatory fashion. You can’t escape girl. The dragon bared its teeth, its great maw opening wide as fire scorched Morrigan. She swallowed the sound of her own scream.

Snapping her eyes open, she gasps and blinks quickly, registering the strange surroundings. High ceiling with torch lights and.. a strange image and women around in robes.. Morrigan’s heart thundered, and in reflex she rests her hand over her stomach in defense. Faintly, but present, she sensed the old soul within her womb. 

She ignores the tremor to her hand, Flemeth’s laughter still echoing fresh in her mind. Seeing the dark-haired man, she remembers vaguely his face from when she fainted. He must have found her... The maiden’s seemed to have changed her to comfortable robes, her own clothes were folded on a table nearby. Questions yes... she had questions...