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LOKI
He stepped out onto the grassy field, morning rays hitting his armor and reflecting the Asgardian gold towards this...Camp Half Blood. He looked towards the statue, where Athena stood with a shield and a snake, along with Nike in her hand. He had the urge to make a hologram and cause a mass hysteria among the campers, making them think that they lost their most prized possession. He smiled and kept walking, towards the tree where the girl he met a few years ago had been trapped for so many years, staying the same age and not aging a single age. He gave her and her companions shelter for a while on one of their hunts. If only they knew that he was Loki, the god of trickery. He chuckled softly and kept walking, stroking his hand on the side of the tree and making his way to an altar that no one knew of...save him and one other.
"I'm here," he said, his voice breaking the silence of the forest, "What do you need me to do?"
No reply answered his question, causing great annoyance towards him. He had ventured to this desolate and ruined land, trying to find the spot that he was instructed to go to and he barely had energy trying to get into the camp, the magic of the tree and the fleece trying to force him out. Even now, he had to fight the power that was nearly impossible to fight. Just before he turned away though, the voice he had been talking to for months entered his mind, a sweet honey flow of flowers and soft, sweet earth. Loki. You didn't think that I would stop you from getting your dream, would you dear?"
"Of course not," Loki said, turning back to the altar. A fountain of red liquid that ran slowly and thick with symbols of the earth engraved along the sides of each layer, "I just felt that you would forget your part of the bargain if I found you...for just a moment."
Sweet laughter filled his head and he felt like relishing at the sound, taking comfort in it. But he had to focus. For all he knew, she could have been playing a trick on him in order to get her freed and leave him empty handed in the middle of an long island with no way back to the realm he had been staying in for a while.
I would never do that to you, she said and he could feel her next to him, rubbing his back in comfort, I can’t believe that you would doubt me.
“It’s not doubt. It…its caution,” he said and walked towards the altar, “I have been betrayed far too many times. I don’t want to waste the one time that I did trust to a person who probably is just a figment of my imagination.”
There was silence for just a moment, until a cold breeze came in and it felt like his lungs were freezing. He collapsed right there and he looked up at the sky. Orange pierced his eyesight and he thought for a moment that whatever she had done would kill him.
“Oh stop being so melodramatic,” the sweet voice said outside his head and he looked towards the voice where a girl in an earth green dress sat, her fingers swimming in the liquid, which now looked golden, “It’s as if you want me to end your life…but i can’t. I still need you.”
She stood up and for a moment, the world froze, for the moment Loki met her golden eyes, he saw what he wanted…revenge. He looked closer at her skin, which had a healthy dirty brown tone and necklaces made of millions of jewels. It didn’t look like over kill though. Her black hair was held up in a crown diamonds, and when he looked at her dress again, he saw that it was attached to the ground. I am forever connected to my domain, she said to him one time as they were talking of their plans. I need you to release me so I can walk my kingdom.
“Are we going to do this, or not?” she asked and he stood up, his cloak falling off of him. He didn’t miss as her eyes scoured over his body in a first actual look at her ally. He took out a blade from his sheath and walked over to the fountain. He realized that she looked about eighteen years old. She gave him a beautiful smile as he held his arm over the fountain waters and rested the knife over his wrist, “You know the words?”
“Yes,” he said and looked at the golden waters, which would be tinted oil black and grass green after he bled into it. “Écho̱ thysiásei ti̱ sárka kai to aíma mou se séna, Gaea.” He pressed the knife into his wrist and watched as the thick, red liquid bled into the gold waters, and in enthusiasm, he watched the waters turn into different colors. Finally, they ended up in the colors that they should be and he felt the ground shake.
“Thank you,” she said over the trembling earth and stood up. She closed her eyes and raised her hands as if in some ritual. Instantly, the earthquake stopped and her green dress changed. Oily black, just like her hair and had an opening for her legs to actually show. Her necklace turned its jewels into the darkest stones, and her hair fell over her shoulders, turning lighter until it was a light brown. She was even more beautiful in her freed state. She opened her eyes, which were now emerald green and looked at Loki, a smile on her face of pure evil, “Shall we start?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Loki said and extended his uncut hand, “Mistress Gaea.”
She smiled graciously at his gentleman-like behavior and grabbed his hand. He guided her off of the fountain and raised his hand towards the sky.
“Let’s do this,” he said, and his dark magic took them out of the camp, just before the alarm was ringing through the entire compound, warning what was to come if no help came.