01/16/2016  Losing Arkin Amora The Enchantress {Queen Of Asgard} {Wife Of Thor} {Yggdrasil Kingdom} X Amoras plans for her family were simple. She wanted her daughters to stay as close a possible and to her sons credit they didn’t push returning to their own homes at night when she asked that everyone stay there. It meant they had a full wing again but that’s the way Amora preferred it. With so many not under the same massive palace roof she wanted the ones who remained as close as possible. Arriving back in their home, safe from the snow that fell Amora watched as Alva ran to the glass balcony doors looking out. Asa and Raknar went to tuck their children in for a nap and the others decided on talking down the hall away from Amoras ears. She sat by the fire, Sassa asleep in her swing and Arkin watching her with large blue eyes. “Everything will be ok, you’ll see everyone will be home soon,” she assured the boy who couldn’t possibly understand her words, but her tone remained soothing, she had been firm in her resolve none would see her worry.  That facade started to crack though when a soft blue hue wrapped around the bundle she held swaddled in her arms, and she watched, felt the weight of Arkins aging against her knees before he was gone in a bright gold flash. There was this strangled panicked cry from her lips and her guards Ubbi and Otto were the first to rush in. Amora looked over to see Sassa still sleeping happily and she knew instantly what had happened. Thor had saved Arkin from Svens grasps the last time he tried to push into the city and now Sven was returning the favor. “I want the fastest rider still within the city limits. Bring him or her here now. I need to send word to Thor before the troops are out of range and sending someone would put them in danger.” Otto went to order the rider be brought and Amora wiped at her cheeks as Harr and his sister peeked into the room, “Keep everyone in their rooms, for now. And ill be back to explain everything soon.” Alva being the only one to see Amora crying was back to clinging to her skirts and she scooped the little girl up before she added to Herdis, “Actually, I want you to do something for me. Go into my back office and get the protection jewels I told Asa about. All of you hide a stone on your persons, find cords to make bracelets for the babies.” Herdis nodded her head as Alva buried hers into her mothers shoulder. A rider that came was given a short message, charmed to only be opened by her husband or one of their sons. On it was simply one line, a warning, and a plea so that they knew Arkin was in danger and they should expect to see him, “Arkin was aged and Sven has him.” She didn't know in what condition Sven would have their son, as prisoner or leader but if Thor didn't know then there was no way to ensure his protection though she hoped that he didn't need it, and would come home without their needing to drag him. Amora watched the dusting of snow the rider kicked up from the balcony, as her children started dinner. The sky had fallen dark, a steely gray dipping into a midnight blue. She rubbed at her arms for warmth, sending prayers to the ancient gods with names long forgotten and spirits that might take some pleasure in war or a vested interest in Asgard and her prevailing in the glory Odin and now his Son had ensured the golden city. The loss or prevailing of this war would mean the loss or prevailing of her family, and such a thought made Amora feel sick with a worry she masked as she went inside shaking snow from her golden hair to join her children and try to put their worry at ease.  11: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

01/11/2016  After Goodbye Amora The Enchantress {Queen Of Asgard} {Wife Of Thor} {Yggdrasil Kingdom} X Watching her husband and sons ride off was one of the toughest moments of Amoras life. True this wasn’t the first time, but last time had been so drastically different. When the frost giants had tried attacking the royal family Thor and his brothers had rode out, Odin was still king and they had not yet been married. They had no children then and so her worry had been about Thor and Thor alone. Now she watched her husband and three of their sons riding off with no assurances they would come back. She never said as much, to Thor, to them or the others who remained behind, but that worry was very real when your family was one of warriors. Alva had tucked her head into her mothers shoulder, it was a defense to not have to watch daddy leaving, but Amora welcomed the closeness. She turned after wiping her own eyes dry and motioned for her girls to go ahead, “Come on, its cold and will only be getting colder.” Her boys who stayed behind to protect helped them inside and she brought up the rear with her guards. Alva watched over her mothers shoulders to see if she could still catch sight of her father but she couldn’t and the realization brought her to tears. Amora wasn′t the warrior her husband was, her fighting wasn′t brute force and so she was little help now. But she had done what she could before they left and she would continue to make sure Asgard kept moving forward while their troops were away. She had ensured the childrens home in the city center was well staffed and stocked. Then she had seen to the wives and children of the soldiers going away with her husband, making sure no family within her kingdom would be hungry or lacking in anyway. The troops that remained to protect the cities walls were well supplied as well and she was confident they would be ok. Confidence was the only face anyone would see from her. She would cry at night, when she was alone in bed and nobody could hear her. But to Asgard and everyone in it she would show nothing but confidence, because no matter her worry for her family she knew they were elite, they would prevail, there was no other option.  12: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

01/01/2016  Seeking Knowledge Setting her babies down was the easiest thing Amora would do that day and that worried her greatly. She had a few hours to accomplish what she needed to do and the stress of that was wearing on her. Walking down the hall towards the room she used purely for her spell work which was locked off from her children, Amora peeked into doors and made sure all was right. Alva was spending the day with Thor in his office because she was keen to follow him that morning and he didn’t have the heart to tell her no. The new nanny was reading silently over her youngest children, watching for them in case they stirred in their cradles. Normally that was Amoras job but today she shoved open the thick door to her would be office and sighed heavily. The Amora of old wouldnt be working this hard, but the Amora of old was a bad person. She cared nothing for the price magic cost, she took what she wanted and then some, with Sven at her side egging her on and promising her more. While she had been born with magics Amora had grown her arsenal in the darkest of ways. There were people with long memories who even today would like her head for the atrocities she had committed. Whole villages had fallen at her hand, blood prices for darkness she had used to grow even more deadly. She had massacred, stripping people of their own natural powers and bartering lives for more still. She had never thought of a right or wrong. She did as she wished in the moment and never thought of the one to follow it. It was liberating and terrifying. Finding the error in the hatred she lived in only came with motherhood, wanting safety for the smallest and most fragile, the people she would put in danger by the mob of hate she cultivated in her wake. Now Amora had a large family, and her children needed protecting from Sven and his ilk. And she lacked the powers to help properly. Going about it the old way wouldnt do. The guilt she felt over her past was immeasurable, and it only got worse the longer she thought on it. She could help orphans for the rest of her days and never make up for the blood she had spilled. Still she needed some way to garner her abilities back, bolster the only way she had to truly protect those she cared about. As much as Thor tried to hide it she knew war was brewing. All the signs were there and before they were under attack she had to find a way to help even it was merely playing the shield for those who mattered most to her. Pulling a vial down from a shelf just above her head she went about dipping the dust into the floor. On the floor she drew an ornate circle with runes worked into the edges. It was time consuming but she needed this to travel without the help of a god or Heimdall. And for now thats what she needed, to move alone. Once the circle was complete she slid the vial into her pocket and started to murmur the incantation she had learned along ago. It used to be her way to sneak out of her fathers home in Alfhiem, but now she was seeking knowledge not trouble. She knew only a few places that might help her and so she settled on the first to come to mind. She ended in a dark room, with high book stacks that cleared her height by two easily. Since she was looking for something not easily gained and therefore not easily taken she thought the best place to start was a source of ancient knowledge.  10: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

12/26/2015  Amoras Chrustmas Gifts Amora managed to face every holiday with a wild excitement that was rare in her. While she had always liked the cold and snuggling inside hiding from snow with the birth of her children it took on a whole new meaning for her. Now it was an excuse to spoil, have her babies tear into bright wrappings and ribbons and make a complete mess seeking surprises inside packages.  With so many of her children older she found a harder time spoiling them, for her babies it was simple, bright colored toys for Arkin and Sassa, dolls and loads of pink for Alva. For her older girls she worked on charming jewels, protections that they would wear around their necks or wrists. The same for her granddaughters, something pretty and practice enough it made Amora feel like she did some small thing for her family.  For her sons she had chests delivered to each of them, blades and shields charmed like the girls but for a different purpose. Nobody but them could use the weapons for harm, a foe couldn't pick up the blades and use them for harm, no blows would land. No doubt something that would amuse her children in the training yards but again make her feel like she was helping them in some way. For her husband who was ruler of everything in their world it was near impossible to find small tokens. So she worked on a plan, when they were away between Christmas and the new year. She would do something special for him one evening on the side of the snowy mountain they would relax on. She would plot and plan and make the evening perfect for them, and with that in mind she managed to boast a smile through the entirety of the holiday.  09: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

01/14/2015  Looking for a key Amora had seen her husband off with a kiss and a smile, though she was terrified of him going. But he was going for her, she knew this, and she wanted things to be a success, even if they were scary thoughts. But of course her husband was a good man, it didn't occur to him he didn't need to go searching for the child Amora had taken from her some seventeen years before. And while she hoped he was safe, and wished she could go with him she felt a bubble of guilt bloom in the pit of her stomach because she would take this time to do something he would never approve of.  The turmoil that had come into their lives thanks to Sven was entirely her fault, and she would have to fix it so it didn't fall on her family to do so.  The story of Amora and Sven was one that was new even to Amora. Once upon a time the daughter of Owle, Lord in Alfheim and the son of Laufey, King of the Jotunns had apparently been in love. So much so that Amora had agreed to marry the man who proved to be the most powerful being in all the nine realms. For Amora, who at that age was power hungry and craved control of all things, it was a blessing. She and her sister Lorelei had spent years fawning over Loki unknown at the time to be the son of Laufey. But Sven was handsome, charming and powerful. And for a long time the young couple was unstoppable. They were poised to gain control of all the nine and Amora was content with that until she had a child. With a new baby she waited until Sven slept and called a meeting with Odin, the King of Asgard. She pleaded with the all father to help her ensure that Sven wasn't killed in his attempts to control everything, that her child would be safe. Unfortunately for Amora Odin had no intention of keeping his word to her. He wasn't going to banish her husband as she had thought, but instead freeze him. She went home, took  final night with Sven and then everything changed. Sven along with the innocent child was frozen, unbeknownst to Amora. Then his powers, along with Amora's and Loki's were used to wipe Sven from the collective memories of everyone. There was no trace of him left. Amora's own father helped to tie up lose ends, when she gave birth to a second child nine months later her memory was again wiped when her pleas for help went unanswered.  When Sven had woken he had come looking for Amora, a much weaker Amora then he would remember. Her powers had long since been weaker and she could never remember why, but now she thought it was something she could reverse. He brought with him their first son, stolen from her. He thought that taking Amora and bringing back her memories would undo the twenty years since their last meeting. But Amora had moved on, with or without he memories of Sven there was no replacing her life, the husband she loved or the family she had made together with him. In the end Sven had tried taking her for a short time, but released her, with the baby, and a promise he was going to find their other child.  Now Amora made sure her daughters were safe, all tucked up together with their protectors, her sleeping son, still nameless was surrounded by family, and she slipped away on the lie she wanted to take a bath. While she would ultimately bathe so her daughters didn't suspect a thing she had another plan in mind. She headed down the main corridor of bedrooms in her families wing of the palace. It was a way to keep the larger family together but give all their smaller sub groups their own space. At the end of the hall was a room Amora had been using with her uncle to practice with her lacking magic. Now she slipped in, locking the door and quickly mixing the ingredients she had seen in one of the many books scattered around. What she ended with was a fine white powder, half of which she poured into a bottle and tucked into the top of her dress, her undergarments keeping it from moving.  She then knelt down, using the powder to create a circle. It was an ancient trick, used by her people for stealthy transport, because the quick travel the gods replied on could be tracked by others.  She spoke the old incantation, in the same ancient tongue her mother had taught her as a child, and it took her to the place she desired, her old home with Sven. There was a moments pause when Amora landed in the front foyer, and she paused to listen. But just as her husband was, out and searching for her son she had assumed correctly Sven would be doing the same. She stopped for a moment to look at the photos on the wall frowning before she moved to the stairs. Her face was all over the walls, her portrait far outnumbering Sven. But there were also images of them together that she didn't like, they all felt wrong, especially now that she knew the truth. She had tried dismantling all of the pictures when he had trapped her here before, before she remembered their past, but he had undone her work in seconds, proving he still far out powered her. Now her steps were quick rushing up the winding staircase that let out on the landing she remembered from her last visit here. She knew that the bedroom was the last door on the right, the baby's room had been next to that, so she counted, seven from there, and just across the stairs was the room she was looking for. Her old study and the place she had hidden all of her darkest secrets.  Opening the door she slipped in and shut the heavy wood behind her, not wanting to alert Sven that she was there if he came back for some reason. Standing in the room she had spent hours on end in once upon a time was not something she enjoyed, the onslaught to her memories wasn't pleasant. But she tried to muscle on. Strapped to her thigh was the dagger her husband had given her when he tried training her to fight. It bumped against the desk now as she leaned over, grabbing an old leather satchel from a top shelf. In the desk she knew just what she was looking for, a small leather case, that held rings from her mother, that she had once enchanted for different purposes, it was the first thing she settled in the bag. Amora spent a good twenty minutes cleaning out the desk of things she needed or wanted, things she had not known she missed until now. And when she was sure there was nothing else she moved on to the far left wall which on the outside looked like just a long wall of book shelves. But the lower panel was special. Kneeling down she pushed in on the bottom two shelves and watched them spring out, smiling when she saw her things still there. A Diary of sorts, closer to a ledger where Amora in her misspent youth had gathered information, things people owed her, things she owed others, favors and secrets. Information was power and she had taken it very seriously once upon a time. Here she might find information on who had helped Odin with her requests many years ago, or those who still owed her and could help unlock whatever hold the old spell had on her powers. With the book tucked in her bag she slung it over her shoulder and pulled the small vial from between her breasts, repeating the same circle she had at home knowing it wouldn't lead Sven back to her, it was a one time spell.  White circle on the floor the same chant that had gotten her there took her home. Relief at not being discovered by Sven was replaced almost immediately by guilt at not having told Thor. Pulling the dark leather from her shoulder she tucked everything into the chest her uncle had helped her charm, something to store volatile substances so her children couldn't get into it. I opened under her palm and hers alone. Once everything was safe she locked up the office and rushed down the hall to her bedroom. The shattered furniture from large men fighting had been removed and now she could strip down and pad barefoot to the bathroom for a quick shower. As she started the steaming water she thought over the best ways to sit her husband down and tell him what she had done, and by the time she stepped into the hot spray she was formulating a plan. He would ultimately understand she knew, even if he didn't approve, or was angry. But she was looking for a key, something to help her unlock her powers again, powers that would in the end help keeping her children safe.  01: PM 0 Comments  (Add Comment)  | 0 Kudos

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