Chapter 20
Twenty
The bell in the old clocktower rings.
One.
Thorne had left me here with another promise to be back after midnight and to keep all entrances and exits locked.
Two.
He touched my face. He traced my lips and there wasn’t a flicker of pain.
Three.
He said he would be mine. I am not his in every lifetime, he wants to be mine.
Four.
I think he saw part of my soul. I think he saw part of it and I wonder how much he would wish to be mine if he knew the truth.
Five.
It is not through self-loathing or hatred when I say I am nothing.
Six.
It is not through low self-esteem when I say I am not worthy. I am speaking fact, for the actions of my past represent my worth.
Seven.
Thorne’s father knows about the Forgotten God of Blood Moons.
Eight.
I still can’t remember his name.
Nine.
I still can’t remember his name.
Ten.
Music still plays in the room, though it is not coming from the walls but from the floor.
Eleven.
My blood art is written in the noise, the door to that fourth door within me drawn as the dance floor beneath me.
Twelve.
My name is whispered again.
Thirteen.
I can’t remember his name.
Fourteen.
I can’t remember his name.
Fifteen.
I can’t remember his name.
Sixteen.
It’s all my fault.
Seventeen.
I will burn for all of eternity.
Eighteen.
Mavyn.
Nineteen.
Mavyllora.
Twenty.
Something. . . glitches. Time moves at an odd pace as I unlock those four doors within me.
Twenty-one.
I can’t remember.
Twenty-two.
Forgotten.
Twenty-th – . . .
. . .
There are no forgotten gods because to remember they are forgotten means they are not truly forgotten. However, the gods that exist disappeared after the War of Gods was won through the help of celestials and the six beings of moral with magic that went above the primordials.
The era of peace was ensured through a symbol of renewal, rebirth, home, and love, planted in the exact spot where the last battle waged. It was the last time the gods were seen.
So one would wonder how a wish from a wishing star is given and able to be granted if there are no gods to gift it.
One would wonder. . . unless they knew it was all a lie.
I don’t remember his name.
But I do remember everything else.