Young Writers Society

Soryn's eyes darted around, and he panicked. "Why are there so many?!"

There is eerie laughter everywhere it is impossible to find the source.
They all repeat the question. "Do you know who I am?"
Then "Say my name!"

Soryn threw his arms over his head, forcing Samuel to fly off, and fearfully obeyed. "Loki!"

All the Loki's disappeared, but the laughing continued. Then a mocking voice of which the source is equally impossible to trace. "Good Boy!!!!!!"

"Loki, stop." Chris demands, "You scare the boy and he hurt Samueal."

Loki's voice is less mocking slightly pleading "Do I have to?"

"Please, Loki." She picks up Samueal. "Just look at him."

"Fine,"he says flatly."He does look miserable."

"How would you feel if you got thrown across the room?"

Soryn's eyes teared up. "I'm sorry. Really, Samuel. Are you alright?"

"He's okay. Just a little scared. He can't fly." Chris looks at the boy, "Its okay. Where are your parents?"

Loki reveals himself reclining comfortably in the tree.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to hurt your aunt's odd child, *he dramatically pauses* I was just trying to have a little fun, *then to Soryn* I didn't scare you to badly did I? I didn't know you had such acute hearing."

"He is not her real child. She just raised him." Chris smiles at her friend. "Can we go now? Will you come with us?"

Loki raises an eyebrow and looks behind him "Your talking to me ?"

"Yeah. You Coming with us?"