I looked up. The sky was a deep blue with not a cloud in sight. In the wind a great eagle soared high above. I raised my bow. If I killed this one I would have a grand trophy to grace the halls of my brother's new home. I quickly added an accuracy spell and let it fly. As I watched, it soared until it struck the wing. It lodged and the eagle dropped to the ground. I quickly ran toward the creature. To my astonishment, instead of an eagle a handsome man lay in the grass cradling his right arm. I ran over and knelt beside the god, laying down my bow, for surely only a god could be an eagle then a man.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir," I sputtered. "I thought you were an eagle." He looked up and gave me a small smile.
"Quite understandable." He smiled a little wider. "I should not have been flying so low. I thought I was above the range of arrows."
"I added a spell to mine, sir."
"So you are a sorceress?" he asked, not unkindly. I nodded. He nodded in reply. I was thankful he did not seem frightened like many other men I had met, gifted or not.
"Sir, I am not too skilled at healing but allow me to try. It was my arrow that caused your injury. And you must be hurt after the long fall."
"That would be very kind of you." He held out his arm. "What is your name, fair maiden?"
"Lorainne, Susansdaughter, sir." I closed my eyes as I drew forth a strand of power from that place within my soul. I sent the glowing thread of magic into his arm and coaxed my arrowhead out through the wound. Swiftly I closed the puncture and halted the bleeding. Luckily the tip had been stopped by tendons and the bone was not harmed. Using my strands of turquoise magic I repaired the muscle and added some extra support until it finished healing naturally. Double checking that nothing else needed repairs I returned to myself.
"Thank you, Lorainne." His stunning blue eyes met my own green ones. My heart skipped a beat before I looked away and said, "Make sure you still rest your arm. My magic has only supported it and helped speed up the healing process. It is usually better to let time do most of the healing."
"You are a wise one." Glancing up I saw his turquoise eyes still hadn't left my face. There was a period of peaceful silence. "Would you like to be my apprentice, Susansdaughter?" My head snapped up in surprise.
"I don't even know who you are, sir." I assumed he was a god but he could be another immortal. It is said that the frost giants had shapeshifters among them.
"My apologies." He dipped his head. "I am Loki, Odinson." I was stunned. The magician himself, right in front of me. The god let out a gentle laugh, his tongue peeking out from behind his teeth. "You will catch flies if you leave your mouth open like that." I snapped it shut.
Coming to my senses, I gently set down his arm which I realized I was still holding. "It would be my deepest honor, my lord." He grinned and helped me to my feet with his good arm.
"Go, tell your brother. I will meet you back here when you are ready." And with that he disappeared.