The Last Puzzle Peice ((closed))

[Loki Fen'Rolphus G6]

Loki finished up writing his second letter to Carey and folded it up, putting it in one of the envelopes he’d been granted. He sealed it and carried it to the owl sitting on the bar of his headboard, looking at the bird cautiously. “All right now Zinger...I know that you haven’t been sent on this many errands in over two years, but I really need you to do this for me ok?” The bird just cared at Loki and shoved out it’s foot. Loki breathed relieved at not having to battle the thing to attach a letter, and then he attached the letter and stood back. “Carey Brighton, wherever you found her last time please.” He bird made a noise that sounded like a scoff and then fluffed his feathers for a few minutes. Loki felt it was best not to rush the easily agitated thing, and so he just sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands. Finally, when Loki heard the owl fly off out his door and down the hallway, Loki lay back on his bed and closed his eyes. His chest was heavy as he breathed, as if he was about to cry, but he had cried himself to sleep for the past three nights now, so no tears came.

He had no clue where he was, and he was still foggy on why he was even there to begin with. Anubis had done nothing but tell Loki that he had a purpose and that he would find out soon enough, and then usher him out into the streets to meet people. Loki didn’t want to meet people. He wanted to know why people were screaming at him and calling him savior. It all made no sense at all. Loki knew about the prophecy, but it surely wasn’t true, so why was Anubis still pushing it? Anubis pushing things. He sure pushed a lot, especially his limits. Loki sighed and sat up. When he had first heard the story he hadn’t believed it, there was no possible way, but the more he thought about it, it made sense. Anubis looked exactly like Loki only older. If Loki hadn’t been far too busy with a million questions, he might have noticed that similarities before. The bone structure, the hair, the eyes, the face, the voice. They were so similar it was disgusting to Loki. He could not imagine his mother having an affair, and yet he knew that with Anubis being the man that he was, in the position of power that he was, his mother had probably done it just for that. And that made Loki even sicker. He could remember the sneer on Anubis’s face when he’d told Loki that his name should have been Anubis too, but that that might have made things a little messy.

Loki opened his eyes as he heard someone enter the room, and his eyes fell on a boy, younger then Loki was, but at least fourteen, who had fallen to his knees upon seeing Loki. Loki shook his head and scooted to the edge of his bed, looking at the boy. “You really don’t have to do that you know, I’m not a god or anything.” The boy looked up at Loki, grinning. “No, but you’re the savior.” Loki growled and shook his head, but then realized he couldn’t blame the boy, it was Anubis who was to blame. “What’s your name?” He asked him. “Gregory.” The boy said quickly. “And your patronage?” Loki asked, knowing at least that much about the culture he had been born in. “Hal’Eithle” Loki nodded slightly and then looked up at his door, because just then the last man Loki ever wanted to see was walking towards his door. Loki frowned but Anubis’ attention was on Gregory. “I told you to come in and clean up the room, boy, get to it.” Gregory nodded and then stumbled to his feet before moving to make the bed. Loki stood from it and faced Anubis. “What is it now?”

[Loki Fen'Rolphus G6]

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Anubis stared at the boy who was making Loki’s bed for a few minutes and then growled at him. “Leave, I’ll let you back in when we need you again. But wait outside.” The young boy nodded, inclined his head, and ran out of the room. Anubis slammed the door shut behind him. At first, Anubis had been rather kind to Loki, but in the last few days his attitude had turned much colder. People were making demands and Loki was refusing the demands. Anubis knew Loki was doing it on purpose, out of spite. He knew that Loki was keeping secrets, he had powers that he wasn’t divulging, that little sneak. He thought he was so clever, lying about how they were all mistaken. There was no mistake and Anubis knew it, the prophecy had been clear. Now Anubis would make it just as clear to Loki that it was time he stepped up. So now he would tell Loki why he was there.

Anubis stared at Loki and waited until Loki sat down on his bed again before he spoke. “You know the beginning of the story. All the way up until your exile. It is time you learn what happened afterward.” Anubis moved and took a seat in the chair by Loki’s desk. “After your exile, my plan was in ruin. You see, you were the only way to get Greyback out of power, to get his madness out. But once you were gone, all of the people flocked back to him. He told them all that your parents had kidnapped you, and he vowed that he would find you and bring you back to them, and they hung on his every word. Of course, he didn’t keep his promise. Instead he started making plans. You should know that you were still young in your school years when He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named came back to power. Greyback was immediately drawn to him, having been one of his lackies from the beginning. Deals were made, and soon enough the werewolf people were being drafted as some form of make-shift army. They were sent to raid towns, to stir up trouble, and who do you think was sent to keep the giants in check? Werewolves of course. We were able to be spared because to You-Know-Who, we weren’t people. We were only half human and so our lives were not important.” Anubis growled at this, his fist clenching.

“By the time He fell, like we all knew He would, our people were in ruin. Our numbers were down and we were poorer then we had ever been before. Greyback was weak from all the fighting, killing him was easy.” Anubis looked up at Loki with a smirk, though the boy looked disgusted and shook his head. “You fought fire with fire, Anubis?” Anubis nodded happily. “With Greyback out of the way, and Romulus having died without an heir years before, for you see, our entire hierarchy had crumbled, I was the only Elder left. The people flocked to me, and I have done all I can for our civilization.” Anubis scowled and stood. “I have now fulfilled the promise that Greyback made so long ago.” Loki opened his mouth to argue but Anubis raised a hand to quiet him. “Do not lie to me Loki, I know you are hiding things from me. The prophecy was clear, and you are the only one who can finish the task I have started. You must save us Loki.” “I can’t!” Loki stood up angrily, his fists clenched, but Anubis only smirked and opened the door. “Find a way, or you’ll never leave here, and you’ll never see that girl of yours again.” Anubis left the room and in scurried the boy who was still waiting outside, eager to make Loki’s bed.

[Loki Fen'Rolphus G6]

Loki just stared after Anubis as the man left the room. What?! Loki had known about the whole prophecy thing, but he had assumed it was all just some big conspiracy, or a bit misunderstanding, and he had thought Anubis would know this. Anubis, of all people. The one who had nearly started it all. The one who had taken the prophecy, and turned it to be about Loki for his own benefit. It was so strange to Loki to see how naïve the whole group of people could be. It was strange to see how naïve Anubis could be. Did he not realize there was a flaw in his plan? Loki knew nothing of the prophecy, nothing! He had no idea how to ‘save the werewolves’. Loki didn’t have any special powers. If being a werewolf was a special power, then that was all, but it couldn’t be special because every other person in this place was a werewolf. These people had based their entire faith around Loki, around a boy. Around a prophecy that no one could really prove was about Loki. About Loki. It was nearly impossible to suggest that Loki was the only child born after that prophecy was made. For all these people knew it could have been another person all together! Another person that might not even be a werewolf! But here was Loki, being roped into something he couldn’t help with. He was completely trapped.

Loki moved and sat in the seat by his desk that Anubis had left pulled out. Was it possible that Loki was who Anubis said he was? Sure, signs pointed to Loki as the person in the prophecy, but then there was always the question of the validity of the prophecy itself. How were they so sure that the person who had made it was really the prophet they said they were? Loki knew quite well that more often than not people were lying about being able to ‘see’. Loki groaned and laid back in the seat, running his hands through his hair, but that only made him miss his Carey. The love of his life, the girl of his dreams, was miles and miles away and right about now, Loki didn’t know if he’d ever be able to get back to her. Oh but he promised! He promised he’d make it back to her and for if only that reason, Loki had to find a way out, he just did. He didn’t know what Anubis expected of him, but he had to figure something out. But what could he do? He could make up some crazy idea of a way to get them back on top of things, but Anubis would probably see right through that. He might have been naïve, but he wasn’t dumb. Loki closed his eyes tighter in thought. He could propose some of the things he had considered for werewolf rights, but he knew that these people weren’t interested in those sorts of proposals; they were interested in something they could fight for. And werewolf rights weren’t at a stable enough ground for that.

When Loki opened his eyes, his bed was made and Greg was sitting on it, just staring. “Yes?” Loki said to the boy, and the boy just shrugged. “You look like you could use a friend, that’s all. I don’t like that guy so muc-“ The boy’s hand flew up to cover his mouth, as if he’d said something wrong, and Loki shook his head. “I don’t like him much either Greg.” The boy smiled brightly. “Mum says I have to say only good things because he’s the Elder...but I just don’t like him. But anyways, since he’s all you’ve got, I figured I could be your friend.” The boy looked hopeful, and Loki managed a weak smile. “Actually Greg, I do have someone else...someone I miss very much right now.” Greg looked quite disappointed, and Loki shook his head. “That doesn’t mean you can’t be my friend, it just means that she’s my best friend, if that’s ok...” Greg laughed lightly. “Ohhh, it’s a giiiiiirl. I see.” He stopped teasing and then looked slightly sad. “Do you love her?” Loki nodded and closed his eyes again. “Very much.” Greg watched Loki for a few minutes. “Where is she then?” “She’s far away... I’m not allowed to see her.” Loki sighed and opened his eyes, looking at Greg again. The boy frowned and looked around before walking to the door and closing it. He then turned and looked at Loki. “I didn’t want to say this with that Elder here, he wouldn’t like it so much but...I have a map...and I can show you the back way out...I run a lot of errands you know...” Loki’s eyes widened and just then there was a loud peck on the door. Gregory opened it quickly and bowed out of the way, but only an owl flew in and dropped a letter on Loki’s desk. Loki didn’t have time to read it just then, instead, he grabbed a piece of paper, and wrote on it quickly before shoving it back in the envelope and hurrying to the owl again. He attached the note and set the bird off again, before turning back to Greg. “My friend, if you could do that, I promise you I’ll come back someday, and you won’t ever have to listen to that mean old Elder again.” Greg’s face lit up.