My body hit the dirt hard, I could almost feel my bones crack. A small whimper managed to escape my lips. I didn’t want to open my eyes for fear of the worse happening to me. Flashes from the events prior to this harsh landing played in my head. A lot of yelling, a lot of cursing, and a lot of promises to banish me to another realm. One that I would be rendered powerless.
I dug my hands into the earth and yelled out a groan as I slowly began to push myself up. I finally let my eyes roam the area. Nothing but mountains of sand. Then I noticed something not too far from me. There she was, faced down in the dirt, motionless. There was this hideous feeling in the pit of my stomach as if I had a plate of meat that was past its due date. My legs began to slowly move toward the body. I stumbled once, tripping over what seemed like a rock. “Damn,” I muttered and lifted myself up again. I coughed and it was the most unpleasant coughs. My throat felt dry as this earth.
I had to push on toward her. “Love,” I coughed again and spit out the dirt that managed to fill my mouth on the impact. I dropped to my knees as I finally reached her body. She looked like she was sleeping, she looked at ease. It almost seemed treacherous to wake her. I turned her over. The world stood still. My heart grew darker as I looked upon her face. There was nothing there! Her face had been burned off. Her hair was matted with burned flesh and blood. “No!” I screamed even it pained me. “No! No! No!” Her throat had been slashed open and her gown was caked dirt and was now red. “NO!”
"You did this," a silky voice spoke. I stood up and coiling my fists, my eyes were stinging. "It is all your fault, young one."
"Where are you! Show yourself!" I demanded and clenched my jaw. This was not what I wanted, not for her. I had asked for me to be punished, for me to take whatever it was they were ready to handout. Never her. She had done nothing to deserve this. They tortured her in my place because they knew. I would never admit it, but they knew.
"Does the pain consume you?" The hooded creature appeared in front of me. I tried to make out the face but all I could see was darkness. My breathing turned to panting as I ran toward it only to fall right on my face. "You’re the reason she is dead and now I will take something more from you." My anger boiled in my body and growled against the ground. I moved to my feet and turned to face them. My whole body was beginning to turn cold, I could feel my hands transforming into solid ice.
"What could you possibly take from that you haven’t already! I am banished from my home and they killed her! I asked to take the punishment. They should be the ones to suffer more not I!" The coldness continued to rise up my arm. They waved their hand and suddenly the rising cold stopped mid-arm. I stared in disbelief then back at it. "Go to hell!"
"You did this, boy. What I am going to take from you is something that can never be replaced. I strip you of your powers." With a twist of his arm, I felt my body give out. I dropped to my knees and looked at my hands as I saw my hand turn back to the color of my flesh. "I strip you of your title. I strip you of your memories." My heart froze and for a moment I felt I was in a state of paralysis. I couldn’t move as he drew closer to me. I was his puppet in that moment. "You will live among these people you once wished to rule, Loki," he whispered to me. "You will no longer know who you are. No one will come for you. When your name is mentioned the word traitor will follow it." I tried to speak but I had no voice. He towered over me. "This is the end for you, Loki." His staff came slamming down to the earth and I felt my body jolt back.