Loki Britton-Baldere (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lokithemuse) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-10-28 03:04:00 |
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Thursday: February 14, 2008
Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Mid-day
Where: Landing in The Bahamas.
What: Loki discovers the horrible truth of what’s happened to the haven across the world.
When Loki spotted land on the horizon, his face swelled into a smile—no, a grin—of victory. He hollered out to his crew to prepare for landing the ship and shouted out that land was ahead on the horizon. He slid down from his post and landed hard against the wooden planks of the deck, breaking into a run across the ship. “Land is ahead, mates! Let’s land this baby!” He clapped hands with Theo and dashed to the edge of the ship’s bow as far as his feet could take him.
Holding onto the ropes of the sail, Loki leaned himself over the edge as he gazed outward. It was a beautiful sight, and closer they drew to the island. Through the fog came a clearer picture to the captain and his crew. Though he expected green hills, Loki saw a blackened stretch of scorched land. It extended as far as the eye could see, covering the once green hills with charcoal ash. The grin slowly fell from Loki’s face. This was once his home, but all he saw was a wasteland awaiting him upon the shore.
Time passed as they came closer to the island, and the tone of the crew had become somber as everyone stared ahead in silence. Eventually, the ship docked on the one piece of land not burnt to the ground: a fine stretch of pearly white sand with unmarred docks, the only man-made thing still standing ashore.
Loki took the first step off of the ship, his boot landing first upon the sand. A sense of dread, deeper than any feeling Loki had ever felt, swept over his entire body and spirit. Loki raised his chin and gazed around at the beach. “Tell the crew to arm themselves,” he informed the man by his side.
Everyone took up arms, and carefully, they made their way into the island’s unwelcoming embrace. Charred remained of houses greeted their eyes, and destroyed villages seemed to cover the entire surface of the island. Loki instructed the crew to spread out and cover more ground, while he followed the path to the home of his youth. He needed to know if it was still there or if it, like everything else, had been torched to the ground.
He felt his chest cave in on itself as a result of the sight he soon discovered at the end of his path. Loki’s hands tightly gripped the rifle they held; they would have squeezed the life out of it if it had been a living thing. Loki fell to his knees, feeling the tears well up in his eyes—perhaps the first tears he had ever shed in his entire life. His hand reached out and scooped up cold ash; it blew away from his hand and swirled in the wind, scattering around him. There was nothing left of his home, nothing left of the place he once loved so much.
His parents . . . were they dead? Loki felt fear at the thought. He never got to see them one last time, and now it was wholly possible they were gone forever from his life. His lips parted; he wanted to speak, but there were no words on his tongue.
“Captain?” a voice called out to him, and Loki closed his fist around the remaining ash in his palm. It could have been the ashes of his parents, burned alive in their very own home.
Loki lifted his head without saying anything, glancing over at the crew member to indicate he was listening.
“There’s no one alive. Every house looks like it has burned remains inside. It looks like they were all . . . cornered in, locked up, and burned alive. Everything is torched . . . from shore to shore . . . in both directions.”
They were dead. There was the thought, clear and precise amongst all of the turmoil in Loki’s head. His parents were dead, and he would never see them again. This was what it came to in the end, and he took a deep breath to still his lungs.
“We’ll do a thorough search,” Loki said quietly. “If we find anyone, we bring them home with us. We’ll search for clues to what happened here. Maybe we can figure it out. Then, we’ll set sail and go back home.” It was the only home Loki had left anymore, Elysium. His home here was gone, gone for good.
“Yes, Captain.”
The crew member left him alone with his thoughts, the sounds of his footsteps fading into the distance as he walked away. Loki stared long and hard at the charred remains of his childhood home, seeing his life flash before his eyes in a series of colorful, happy memories. Briefly, he smiled at the memories passing through his head. Then, he bent forward, covered his head with his arms, and cried silently in the consolation of his solitude.
Who: Loki [Narrative]
When: Mid-day
Where: Landing in The Bahamas.
What: Loki discovers the horrible truth of what’s happened to the haven across the world.
When Loki spotted land on the horizon, his face swelled into a smile—no, a grin—of victory. He hollered out to his crew to prepare for landing the ship and shouted out that land was ahead on the horizon. He slid down from his post and landed hard against the wooden planks of the deck, breaking into a run across the ship. “Land is ahead, mates! Let’s land this baby!” He clapped hands with Theo and dashed to the edge of the ship’s bow as far as his feet could take him.
Holding onto the ropes of the sail, Loki leaned himself over the edge as he gazed outward. It was a beautiful sight, and closer they drew to the island. Through the fog came a clearer picture to the captain and his crew. Though he expected green hills, Loki saw a blackened stretch of scorched land. It extended as far as the eye could see, covering the once green hills with charcoal ash. The grin slowly fell from Loki’s face. This was once his home, but all he saw was a wasteland awaiting him upon the shore.
Time passed as they came closer to the island, and the tone of the crew had become somber as everyone stared ahead in silence. Eventually, the ship docked on the one piece of land not burnt to the ground: a fine stretch of pearly white sand with unmarred docks, the only man-made thing still standing ashore.
Loki took the first step off of the ship, his boot landing first upon the sand. A sense of dread, deeper than any feeling Loki had ever felt, swept over his entire body and spirit. Loki raised his chin and gazed around at the beach. “Tell the crew to arm themselves,” he informed the man by his side.
Everyone took up arms, and carefully, they made their way into the island’s unwelcoming embrace. Charred remained of houses greeted their eyes, and destroyed villages seemed to cover the entire surface of the island. Loki instructed the crew to spread out and cover more ground, while he followed the path to the home of his youth. He needed to know if it was still there or if it, like everything else, had been torched to the ground.
He felt his chest cave in on itself as a result of the sight he soon discovered at the end of his path. Loki’s hands tightly gripped the rifle they held; they would have squeezed the life out of it if it had been a living thing. Loki fell to his knees, feeling the tears well up in his eyes—perhaps the first tears he had ever shed in his entire life. His hand reached out and scooped up cold ash; it blew away from his hand and swirled in the wind, scattering around him. There was nothing left of his home, nothing left of the place he once loved so much.
His parents . . . were they dead? Loki felt fear at the thought. He never got to see them one last time, and now it was wholly possible they were gone forever from his life. His lips parted; he wanted to speak, but there were no words on his tongue.
“Captain?” a voice called out to him, and Loki closed his fist around the remaining ash in his palm. It could have been the ashes of his parents, burned alive in their very own home.
Loki lifted his head without saying anything, glancing over at the crew member to indicate he was listening.
“There’s no one alive. Every house looks like it has burned remains inside. It looks like they were all . . . cornered in, locked up, and burned alive. Everything is torched . . . from shore to shore . . . in both directions.”
They were dead. There was the thought, clear and precise amongst all of the turmoil in Loki’s head. His parents were dead, and he would never see them again. This was what it came to in the end, and he took a deep breath to still his lungs.
“We’ll do a thorough search,” Loki said quietly. “If we find anyone, we bring them home with us. We’ll search for clues to what happened here. Maybe we can figure it out. Then, we’ll set sail and go back home.” It was the only home Loki had left anymore, Elysium. His home here was gone, gone for good.
“Yes, Captain.”
The crew member left him alone with his thoughts, the sounds of his footsteps fading into the distance as he walked away. Loki stared long and hard at the charred remains of his childhood home, seeing his life flash before his eyes in a series of colorful, happy memories. Briefly, he smiled at the memories passing through his head. Then, he bent forward, covered his head with his arms, and cried silently in the consolation of his solitude.