Thread: Time Touched(squall/blair)

Once, she had been the time-walker. Once, she had been The Lady of the Lake..Once, she had been the warrior queen who had ruled over the Sidhe, those near immortal warriors of Elven. Once she had been known as the mischief maker. Once she had raised a boy child to adulthood, and taught him how to look with eager eyes upon everything the world had to offer, not to conquer, but to learn. She'd taught him to weild a battle and dance. And once she had loved with a mortal with a fierceness that not even centuries of sleep could erase. Once, she'd been worshipped as a goddess. But that was a long time ago. Loki turned away from the window she was looking out of, looking at the man who was watching her. Tristan.She muttered, returning to observe the world that she had awoken to.You woke me. I did.Tristan studied his foster mother, saw the lines that grief and rage had left on her face, as beautiful as she was, there was no mistaking that she had lived centuries, and suffered for them. And had slept for even longer. The world needs you again. The Sidhe do not get involved in mortal affairs, Tristan.Loki said, though she turned her head slightly, and Tristan knew he had her. Loki could never refuse to help, even when the results had caused her a grief so profound the Sidhe queen had slept for centuries instead of facing it. The boy, harry potter, has been killed. Lord Voldemort is destroying their world, and he will destroy ours. Asgard and the mortal world are tied, if he destroys one, so will the other fall.Tristan said frowning a little.We are involved in this battle, no matter what the Sidhe say. A small smile quirked Loki's lips. You know to change this, I must go back.Loki said tilting her head, and took a side step into the spaces between. December 31st, 1944tom riddle's birthday XD Loki sighed softly as she drew the hood of her cloak up over her face, the soft fur brushing against her cheek, glad that after so long asleep, that her beauty had faded some. She still looked beautiful, but not that stop traffic beautiful that most of the sidhe had. Glancing towards the sky as she listened to the quiet stillness of the night she tried to focus on what she knew. Tom Riddle, aged 18 had disappeared months after this day, disappeared and returned a dark lord that made even the immortal sidhe fear. And she'd returned to stop it from ever happening. Wondering how she she was going to do this she quietly walked through Diagaon alley, the soft crunching under her boots as she walked, thinking about the world she'd left behind. Wondered what Tristan, and the others she had known before were doing, but couldn't risk reaching out to them. At least not yet. So lost in her thoughts of what had happened, and what was going on she walked aimlessly,trying to figure out how to approach the nearly adult tom riddle, not paying attention to where she was going, and crashing into him as the younger man stepped out of Borgins and Burkes. Crashing to the ground with a grunt she sat there for a few moments, to stunned to realized that she was looking up at the darkly handsome Tom. She'd known vaguely what he'd look like,but she hadn't counted on him being handsome enough that it hit her like a fist to the stomach. Swallowing hard as she stood slowly, careful to not show her disturbance at their first meeting. Definately not what she'd expected when she'd taken the step through time.