Sarna's Secret
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Sarna walked into the throne room of hir Asgardian home and came face to face with her mirror image.
“Soti?”
“Why hello, dear twin.”
Soti was sprawled out on Thor and Loki’s throne, grey cape draped all around him. Sarna frowned deeply.
“How did you escape? Where is my family?”
Soti stood up, “Now now, Sarna, is that anyway to address your brother and king?”
“YOU ARE NO KINSHIP OR RULER OF MINE,” Sarna snarled hands starting to glow green, “You are an accident! A failure! The reason I cannot advance past rudimentary parlor tricks! I have no business with the likes of you!”
Sarna stopped to catch a breath, “I will ask you once more, Soti. Where is my family?”
Soti leered, “They are exactly where I thought I put you years ago, Sarna…”
Soti jumped Sarna, who landed on the back of hir head. Soti reared back for a punch.
“Hell.”