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Ballad of the Lost- Chapter 1

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The sky was a sight for sore eyes; a memory among those I've captured in times I will never forget. The pale morning light enchanted the ground I walked, the green of the newly growing grass encompassing the mounds of dirt that lay there. I closed my eyes, turning from the ground and refocusing my gaze to the morning sky. The sun as it rose poured hues of orange and yellow into the darkened atmosphere. It created an illusion to me- a fantasy world in which I was not alone. A world where darkness and ice had not overtaken that which was beautiful and new; where the green beneath my feet did not cover the scarlet blood of my ancestors- a world in which the mounding earth did not shroud my family from the breath of life.
I approached the grave that should have been my own, falling to my knees before it just as I had every morning since I was a small child. I used to weep for them, but my tears had done nothing for them. I gazed into the dirt before me until I couldn't bear to look any longer, closing my eyes and breathing in the fresh morning air as my prayers for them fell from my lips in a soft melody.

The golden halls of Valhalla awaken thee,
I pray thine blood shall not taint thee.
All that once was lost shall soon be found,
Within thy breath thine gods shall hear the sound
Of rising voices,
Strong and clear,
The song of war,
The death of fear.
I pray for life beyond this earth,
I pray for death in honor.
I weep for thee, beloved mother.
Beloved father,
Beloved sister.
I pray for thee, and cherish thee.
I thank the gods for life and birth,
So as the ships of war must sail on-
So the ship of death-
Consumed in flame,
Shall sail on and bear thy name
.
I opened my eyes at the sound of rustling behind me, my prayers ceasing. I felt a presence there, but I did not dare to turn. My silence was met by a voice, soft as the mist that rose from the dead.

"Your prayers have ceased; why? Such beautiful words should not be brought to such an end."

I felt the urge to turn unbearable. The voice echoed in whispers soft as velvet within my ears, beckoning me to find its master. Slowly, I shifted, turning my gaze upward to meet the eyes of the presence that stood before me.

A man; his skin as pale as the snows of Winter with hair as black and silky as the feather of a raven. Eyes peered into mine, pale and green as the faded grass beneath the mist. These eyes were kind and careful, the essence of a beauty that could not exist in all the earth. I found myself unable to speak as I shared his gaze. I was in awe of his beauty- the very essence of his majesty caught the breath in my throat.

A smile twitched at his lips as my silence continued, small tendrils of raven hair flying lightly in the wind. "Young maiden of Midgard, I mean you no harm."

At his words, I found my voice. My fingers dug into the fabric of my woolen dress as I answered, fearful despite his soft words.

"Who are you?" I whispered, my throat dry and cracked.

"One to whom you pray."

The suddenness of his words struck me, a shock of lighting flying through my body as I took understanding to his words. A god. My breath caught in my lungs, my lips parting as I fell to the ground before him. The grass caressed my face as I bowed before him, my eyes closed and unbelieving. I dared not look up.

I felt the presence near me, the sound of crushing grass as a light shadow fell over me. A hand rested on my head, brushing over my face before lifting my chin to meet enchanting green eyes once more. "Tell me, what is your name?"

I swallowed hard, a large lump rising in my tight throat as I attempted to speak. "Amora." I choked, tearing my eyes from his.

"Amora." The word held so much more beauty when whispered by his lips. It seemed more than a name given to the likes of a small mortal girl.

His eyes searched my face, darkening as they came over my forehead. He held my face with one hand, reaching with his other to caress the scars that lay there. His fingers traced the faded lines that reached lightly across the skin before returning his gaze to mine.

"How is it that you have received such scars?" He questioned me, searching my eyes in depth as he awaited my answer.

I tore my gaze from his only to the feel of large hands forcing my head upward to maintain his stare, leaving me unable to look away.

I responded in haste, fearing that I might enrage him. "I received them as a young girl when the monsters of ice invaded."

His gaze softened immediately, his grasp on my face softening before releasing entirely. "You are one of the few who survived."

I nodded, my gaze falling to the ground.

"Amora."

I closed my eyes before allowing them to fall into line with his once more, only to find a pale hand awaiting my acceptance.

"Please."

I hesitated a moment before reaching up and placing my hand within his cool grasp, my body lifted upward until I was standing. He was much taller than me, his slim form towering over mine as he released his grip.

"Walk with me."

"My lord-"

"Come."

He turned, striding slowly through the valley. I ran after him, struggling to keep up with his gate.

"Tell me, Amora. Where are you from?"

I turned to him, a look of curiosity encompassing my features as I spoke. "I have known no other home."

"No. Truly. Where are you from?"

"I do not understand, my lord, I have answered you this."

He stopped, turning to me. "Do not lie to me."

"I have told no lie."

He looked as if he were about to speak, but stopped himself. He searched my eyes carefully before turning and continuing on, leaving me to run after him once more.
Chapter one of my newly attempted fanfiction! I'm going to be completely honest in saying that I don't know entirely where this is going but I promise I will figure it all out if you guys like it! Suggestions are completely acceptable and entirely helpful. BUT READ THIS >> This story is currently taking place before any of the events in Thor or the Avengers. Amora currently lives in Viking times in which the Nordic gods were worshiped and believed in. Loki and Amora are younger (though not adolecent) and they both share somewhat different perspectives then they end up possessing later on in their lives.

I actually got the idea for this opening by listening to the Braveheart theme. Go listen to it.
One last note: I'm straying from the canon used in the comics by creating a mortal or maybe not mortal at all Amora and changing her origins. I promise, if you guys like this and if you give me your input and ideas I will do my best to update this regularly. Maybe even dayly if you guys are good.

Loki and Amora belong to Marvel.

*Preview picture does NOT belong to me.* BOOM.
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RavenclawWolf's avatar
Are you ever going to continue this? This was written beautifully well and I cant wait to see if this continues!:D (Big Grin)