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[crappy foreword]

Once upon a time, there was a hero, a villain, and a pretty girl... And a witch. Things happened to them that weren't as they expected, and they turned out themselves to be different than what they knew. This is only the beginning of their story, which stretches on to the end of time and has no end. No story has a true ending, even in death. So I shall begin again. Once upon a time, in a land much like the one we know and yet so different, where the old gods roam still and adventures are there waiting for one like you to watch unfold....

[/crappy foreward]

"This is all your fault," came a petulant mutter out of the dimness of the throne room.

"Is not. You started it, Loki!" his friend returned heatedly.

"Well, you're the one who almost blew up the sun!"

"Yeah, well... Yeah, well, whatever! I lost my temper, that's all."

"Huh. If that's losing your temper, I'd love to see you -"

The scornful words were cut off abruptly as a blinding light filled the room, illuminating every corner and leaving no shadow behind. In its wake two teenage boys were left blinking their sight back into proper function. If one considering their mere physical differences, there would be no surprise at their squabbling. It was true that they were both young an dmale, but there the likeness halted. The one who had lost his temper was tall and lean, tousled hair gleaming gold and red like fire. His skin was fair and lightly sunkissed. His face was heartshaped, his lips quirking up like a cupid's bow, but the the one mainly noticed about his features were his eyes. The irises were blue, but not any plain shade. They were bright and burning sapphires, a dark shade filled to the brim with an intense light.

They shifted their focus from his friend to the throne itself. There was another man there, now, or at least a being with the appearance of a man. "Father, I can explain," he said quickly. "It was just- "

The other boy interrupted him coolly. "it was my fault," he said, rolling his eyes. "Icarion just can't help himself when I humiliate him."

His eyes were different from the one he had called Icarion, as well as his voice and appearance. They were bright too, but an acidic green instead of blue. There was another unusual trait about them: the pupils were slitted like those of a cat. As earnest and worried as Icarion had sounded, he was merely unimpressed, perhaps even bored. It was impossible to discern his accent, but he pronounced his friend's name with beauty - 'eye caehr ee on.' He made it sound as if four syllables was no burden, but an amusement.

His appearance belied such mockery. he was dark and handsome, though not as tall as Icarion, instead possessing a wiry, agile build. His skin was olive and well-tanned; his face was a finely chiseled oval, with a perfectly straight nose set between his abrasively colored eyes. His hair was more interesting, a haphazard arrangement of black spikes, not too short, and his clothing, completely black, was more interesting still.

Of course, both he and his friend were a little disadvantaged in that department at the moment, having rips and gashes in the cloth from their earlier fighting. Their wounds had already been healed, fortunately, but that was as far as the attendants had gotten before the summons.

"It doesn't matter where the blame lies. I'm weary of cleaning up after you," the man on the throne replied. He appeared businesslike and royal at the same time. "You're old enough to take some responsibility around here!" He turned a piercing gaze from one boy to the other, lingering suspiciously upon Loki. His eyes held the same intensity as Icarion's had, but the shade of blue was lighter, the color of a clear afternoon sky....

~Thankfully a premature ending~

Description
[crappy foreword]

Once upon a time, there was a hero, a villain, and a pretty girl... And a witch. Things happened to them that weren't as they expected, and they turned out themselves to be different than what they knew. This is only the beginning of their story, which stretches on to the end of time and has no end. No story has a true ending, even in death. So I shall begin again. Once upon a time, in a land much like the one we know and yet so different, where the old gods roam still and adventures are there waiting for one like you to watch unfold....

[/crappy foreward]

"This is all your fault," came a petulant mutter out of the dimness of the throne room.

"Is not. You started it, Loki!" his friend returned heatedly.

"Well, you're the one who almost blew up the sun!"

"Yeah, well... Yeah, well, whatever! I lost my temper, that's all."

"Huh. If that's losing your temper, I'd love to see you -"

The scornful words were cut off abruptly as a blinding light filled the room, illuminating every corner and leaving no shadow behind. In its wake two teenage boys were left blinking their sight back into proper function. If one considering their mere physical differences, there would be no surprise at their squabbling. It was true that they were both young an dmale, but there the likeness halted. The one who had lost his temper was tall and lean, tousled hair gleaming gold and red like fire. His skin was fair and lightly sunkissed. His face was heartshaped, his lips quirking up like a cupid's bow, but the the one mainly noticed about his features were his eyes. The irises were blue, but not any plain shade. They were bright and burning sapphires, a dark shade filled to the brim with an intense light.

They shifted their focus from his friend to the throne itself. There was another man there, now, or at least a being with the appearance of a man. "Father, I can explain," he said quickly. "It was just- "

The other boy interrupted him coolly. "it was my fault," he said, rolling his eyes. "Icarion just can't help himself when I humiliate him."

His eyes were different from the one he had called Icarion, as well as his voice and appearance. They were bright too, but an acidic green instead of blue. There was another unusual trait about them: the pupils were slitted like those of a cat. As earnest and worried as Icarion had sounded, he was merely unimpressed, perhaps even bored. It was impossible to discern his accent, but he pronounced his friend's name with beauty - 'eye caehr ee on.' He made it sound as if four syllables was no burden, but an amusement.

His appearance belied such mockery. he was dark and handsome, though not as tall as Icarion, instead possessing a wiry, agile build. His skin was olive and well-tanned; his face was a finely chiseled oval, with a perfectly straight nose set between his abrasively colored eyes. His hair was more interesting, a haphazard arrangement of black spikes, not too short, and his clothing, completely black, was more interesting still.

Of course, both he and his friend were a little disadvantaged in that department at the moment, having rips and gashes in the cloth from their earlier fighting. Their wounds had already been healed, fortunately, but that was as far as the attendants had gotten before the summons.

"It doesn't matter where the blame lies. I'm weary of cleaning up after you," the man on the throne replied. He appeared businesslike and royal at the same time. "You're old enough to take some responsibility around here!" He turned a piercing gaze from one boy to the other, lingering suspiciously upon Loki. His eyes held the same intensity as Icarion's had, but the shade of blue was lighter, the color of a clear afternoon sky....

~Thankfully a premature ending~