Elvira: The Daughter of Loki. Chapter 4START OF FLASKBACK.Elvira: The Daughter of Loki. Chapter 4 by ~himurakenshinfan19
Elvira Varjo, Loki's youngest child, was now to far gone within the unforgiving rage of the Sword's magic, lunged to where her Father stood!
Loki, using a burst of magic, knocked Thor a few feet back,
To ensure his safty, as he still needed him at the moment, and so that he would not be provoked to harm her.
And self-control was never Thor's strong-point.
" Brother!" Thor, now on his feet, shouted in worry for Loki's safty!
Loki saw his Daughter lunge at him with the large, jagged Sword, glowing Saphire, he quickly blocked the Sword, the conflicting magic spirling out all around the two Jotun's as they clashed!
Blue and Green caught in a smoke-like dance to signify the battle between Father and Daughter!
" Elvira, you have to fight it!" Loki continued to try to reason with her, looking sadly into her solid blue eyes as he tried to hold off her fierce attack, holding her Sword in a deadlock with his Septor, though he could feel the Septor breaking beneath the all-pow
ConfessionsSorry Clopin fans but I just couldn't resist doing a little violence on our hero.Confessions by ~StephVanDyke
Clopin, Frollo, Esmeralda, and Phoebus - Hunchback of Notre Dame (I do not own them!)
It was in the morning that I was entertaining children with my puppet shows. The children were laughing along with my many jokes and silly talking, enjoying the show.
After the puppet show I always take a quick glance to the Notre Dame, hoping to see the face of the legendary Quasimodo. I’ve known him since he was a baby but haven’t heard from him lately. Maybe it has to be Frollo who was responsible for his disappearance in the bell tower. I’ve never liked that judge.
I was close to disappearing into a restaurant when someone held me tightly. Before I could leave, I heard.
“Capture that gypsy!” I knew it was Frollo by his dark growling voice.
I punched the guard that held me and took ou
I stand at the shattered edge of the rainbow bridge, staring into the space below. The void that had swallowed my only hope.....swallowed my hope, my life....my love.
A tear rolls down my soft, pink, cheek and I close my blue-green eyes. My hair is blowing in the gentle breeze along with the end of my long dress. My bare feet soak up the warmth of the bridge and it warms my whole body. I am lost. I don't know what to do or think.
A warm hand lands gently onto my shoulder. I open my eyes and look back ever so slightly at it then down at the bridge.
"We must not lose hope."
"I know..." I sigh. "But yet again, there never was hope." I turn to look at the familiar face, the face that has helped me through so many things. "There never was hope." I whisper again, my voice catching as I break down and allow the tears to fall.
She's look at me tenderly then pulls me into a hug. I bury my face into the front of her light purple dress and cry my eyes out.