"My dad was the Emperor of the world... That´s kinda sick... He must have been really strong to be able to conquer the entire world. Apparently, he was summoned from another world or dimension to save this one from demons. I guess he succeeded with that. "

"I can't remember him though, or my mother for that part. I grew up with dwarves. It was somewhat weird. For as long as I can remember, I was always the tallest one in the room. Including both adults and children, but I guess that's self-explanatory. I mean, dwarves aren't famous for their height."

"Anyways, what I was talking about was my father. As I said, I can't remember him. I wish I did. He must have been really strong being the Emperor and all that."

"I guess that is why I am so strong and why I have different abilities from others. The Elders called me a specialist and kept telling me that I was blessed by the winds. I never understood that part"

"Right... Sorry, I got sidetracked again. Back to my dad. He defeated a Sylph, drank its blood, went mad, did horrible things, impregnated my mom. That was when things turned sour. The people were fed up with his shit and started a riot. With the military on their side, they managed to chase away my dad. My mom and dad fled around the world for about 9 months until I was born."

"Giving birth to me made my mom weak and my dad's madness started to destroy him from the inside. So the pursuers caught up with them and they killed my mom while my dad and I weren't present."

"Blaming himself for his wife's death, my father killed every single one of the pursuers. using up almost his entire strength."

"He then fled to the dwarf's kingdom up in the mountains with me. They promised to take care of me in exchange for my father's life. And he agreed."

"The dwarfs killed him and showed up his dead body to the pursuers who came knocking on their door shortly after. Luckily they kept their promise and hid me."

"So that's why I grew up with the dwarves. I read about the mad emperor in school and I practiced magic by myself. Dwarves are very rarely born with an aptitude for magic so they had no magic academies. By the way, Do you have any idea how hard it was to learn magic using only old and dusty books?"

"Anyways, my life was peaceful, I enjoyed living up in these mountains. But after 18 years of living with dwarves, the pursuers found out about to me. They somehow found out that I was the Emperor's son and therefore they wanted me dead. After getting a fast lesson on who I was and my dad's history by the Dwarf Elder, I escaped."

"And now I'm on the run from people whom I never have met for something I didn't do."

Loki was done with his story and looked at the man sitting across the campfire. They were sitting inside a cave up in the snowy mountains. The snowstorm was raging outside the entrance and the only warmth came from the campfire located between them.

"Wow, talking to people really helps clear thing up inside your head"

He stared at the man across the campfire whit a wide smile on his face.

"Thanks, dude"

"So here I am. Now, what's your story?"

The other man had ropes tied around his legs and arms and couldn't move. His face was almost ocean blue and he was shivering all over the body. He was badly prepared for the striking cold in the mountains. He wore a thin magician robe and leather shoes. his outfit stood no chance against the coldness of the mountains. Let alone the snowstorm.

Loki, on the other hand, wore armor with fur on the insides, he had his mouthguard up and his goggles on. His polearm ax laid beside him and he was sitting on his crystal shield. Everything he wore was specially prepared for the cold weather in the mountains.

He knew the surrounding area after growing up here for 18 years. He knew how to dress and what places to avoid.

"Hello? Are you dead?"

Loki stood up and walked around the campfire over to the magician. Crouched in front of him and put on an evil smirk after meeting the eyes of the man. The magician looked Loki right in his eye. Hatred fueled his pupils as they burned with rage. To bad that the heat from his eyes couldn't provide warmth to the rest of his body.

"So what's your story, pursuer?"

Loki stared back at him with the same intensity.

While shivering, the magician managed to utter three words.

"Go. To. Hell."

"Ouch"

Loki stood up again and walked back to his place across the campfire. He sat down on his shield and made himself as comfortable as he possibly could.

"Do you wanna see the fruits of my hard work?"

Loki grinned and took off his glove and started moving his fingers in a nice rhythm as he started to speak.

"You see... The Elders of the dwarfs always told me I was blessed by the winds, my dad drank a sylphs blood and was a very powerful magician. Do you think that is a coincidence?"

The wind inside the cave started moving and the temperature sunk even lower.

"I always wondered why wind magic was the easiest for me. But its starting to make sense to me. A sylph's ability is that it can control the wind and air surrounding it. For example, It can suffocate its opponents by removing the air around them. How cool is that? However, they are very dangerous. I think my dad is the only one to ever defeat one."

Loki looked up towards the magician again. The magician opened his eyes and looked at Loki with a terrified expression. He started to realize what was going on. His previous attitude was gone with the wind.

"Please..."

The magician pleaded. Tears formed under his pupils that so recently burned with hatred and rage. The shivering caused by the cold got stronger as he started shaking from fear as well.

"I, I have a family... Please don´t."

Loki stood up and started moving towards him once again. He crouched down before the magician and put on his evil smirk once again. From the magician's eyes, he was the devil. He could feel his consciousness fading away. But he didn't know whether the cold had finally gotten the better of him or if it was because of the pressure and fear caused by the young man crouching in front of him. But Loki's words pulled him back to reality.

"Ohhhh. Don't use your family as a begging card. That won't work. You see, you took away mine. So wouldn't this only make it fair?"

He smiled again. Right as Loki finished his sentence he pushed a sharp knife through the robe and into the man's heart. He started rotating it like he was opening a lock with a key and pulled it out after there was no resistance against his knife's rotation. Blood flowed out and stained the robe and thin layer of snow under his dead body.

Loki stood up looking at his hand which he recently exposed to the cold after removing his glove and sighed.

"Shit its cold"

After throwing his now dirty knife a couple of feet away he moved behind the corpse of the magician and started rolling him towards the fire.

"No tracks"