Chapter 40 #2
“Hessenti, the Goddess of Shapeshifters and Runes created a written fate to make the Godskiller forgotten. The Forgotten God of Blood Moons was named the Godskiller and that’s how he was forgotten.
But before his name was taken he created a wishing star that helped the thirty-five beings – each a different race – that created the Willow of Lore.
Except not just any god can create a wishing star.
Very few beings, and very few magics can create them.
But that day this pulse rippled through.
A wave that came from a different universe and even passed this one.
That ripple held magic that surpassed the primordials and left remnants of its magic.
One of those remnants planted itself here and those thirty-five beings came together to create the willow while the Forgotten God of Blood Moons used another remnant to make that wishing star soar. ”
I rub my hands up and down my face trying to understand whatever the fuck is happening.
“What are you trying to say? How does this correlate to the queen or making the Forgotten God of Blood Moons remembered?”
“That Queen of Ashes and Shadows created that ripple of magic that ran through every universe ever created, leaving remnants of her magic when she made herself remembered by saying her name.” Her pink eyes just barely deepen a shade.
“Her magic was the last turning point of the war, and she can make forgotten things remembered.”
I sit very still as I ask, “That doesn’t answer how you know all of this?”
Something behind her eyes flashes and she looks like she wants to say something, but instead she mentally silences herself and says instead, “Syngenia the Blood Witch had seen everything as a spirit roaming these grounds. She also was alive, and lived long enough, to know things. She’s met beings who have traveled to many worlds and universes all with many stories to tell. ”
No wonder she knows so much she shouldn’t. No wonder she thinks she’s above us all. She has thousands upon thousands of years’ worth of knowledge and advice and history. Truth. She knows truth because she has the memories of the first witch ever created. The first forgotten god made.
We know – estimated – how long Syngenia the Blood Witch lived. After all, it is rare for any being to live longer than twenty millennia. But she was a Goddess before that. And there’s no way to know how long she lived as that form.
After enough of the silence, I say, “So you’re going to find this queen to see if she can make the Forgotten God of Blood Moons remembered? You’re wanting to travel to this world?”
Her face neutralizes as she nods. “Ms. Elaycia, she frequently travels between other worlds. After exams I was going to go to Earth to ask her if she knew how to get to that world. From what I’ve seen,” she gestures towards the tomes, “our Earth is closer to another human world that is close to Pontorum.”
Another question bubbles up and I wonder if she’s thought of it or if she’s going through her plan head on.
“What if this queen doesn’t wish to help you?”
The bloodsucker looks away from me and to the side.
“There’s a chance she doesn’t know and can’t help us.
If she doesn’t, there are others in other universes who are also keepers of the forgotten.
But if she does know and is unwilling to help.
. . then I guess I’ll finally be able to test the limits of my magic. ”
A cold shutter works its way up my spine and I steel myself to keep from shivering. I don’t know how I could have ever missed it back in Varian’s classroom when I first saw her.
So much confidence. . . and with good reason.
I slide my tongue over the front of my teeth and nod at her. “What if your Ms. Elaycia doesn’t wish to help you either?”
She glances at the vampyr. “Then I have runic magic that can help me in finding her world and creating a portal.”
Ahh, clever, clever bloodsucker. Too bad it’s going to cost her one of the most genuine people I’ve met.
“Alexandros is going to want to hear all this. And he’s going to want an explanation for why you nearly killed his rebellion.”
Her upper lip twists in disgust. “And you all say I’m arrogant. That demigod has no fucking clue what he’s messing with.”
I sneer at her and bare my fangs. “Watch your fucking mouth when you speak about him. Better yet, just keep your lips shut. You don’t know anything about us.”
“And you,” she quietly growls, “know absolutely nothing in general. The Forgotten God of Blood Moons remains still on this plane of existence. Breaking the veil would do nothing in helping to figure out his name. It would only let the primordials have free reign of this world as they did before. You’re all in way over your heads. ”
I scoff at her and shake my head. Once again telling us we’re wrong but not explaining how or why.
“It might help if you would just tell us the actual truth for once.”
Her eyes shift to a deeper shade but nothing changes about her aura or scent.
“The truth,” she says quietly, darkly, deadly, “is you should have never touched that prophecy to begin with. It is not your fate to make him remembered. You and that leader of yours are just children wanting to play at being gods by enacting a prophecy that is going to get you all killed. You didn’t even know what the true words of it were.
You simply want to prove something and your egos are telling you you’re right when you are the furthest you could ever get from the truth. ”
Her words cut like I’m sure she intended with trying to hit my pride, but she is wrong.
“That prophecy was spoken to my worthless excuse of a father – “
“It was spoken to the stars,” she snaps, flashing her fangs and her eyes turning bloodred.
“That ninth seeing oracle – damn her fucking sight – did not speak it to your devil father who asked for the future. She turned her eyes to the stars and spoke it towards them. That devil just so happened to be there. Christ!” She lets out a groaned growl and shakes her head.
“That fucking oracle. She’s lucky she’s no longer alive or I’d strangle her goddamn neck. ”
Righting herself, Mavyn turns glaring eyes back to me and scrunches her nose.
“No,” she asserts. “None of you know anything.”
“Then tell us.” And we all turn towards glaring golden eyes within a ring of black and twin blood moons. “Why won’t you tell us?” Callahan growls.
Thorne looks more composed than the devil, but I know his hands in his pants pockets are fisted and his entire body is rigid with strain from his own frustration.
The bloodsucker’s bloodred eyes flick back and forth between the devil and demon before she turns away and stares at the books in front of her. Walls upon walls going up within her until all you can read from her is her irritation.
“None of this will matter soon enough,” she mutters with a shake of her head. “You’ll all be free of me soon.”
Callahan’s aura roars as it floods the library and his hand claws over his heart. Mavyn doesn’t even twitch at it even though it does make me and my true form wince.
He stalks over and slams his hands into the table as he pleads with her. The agony is written all over his face and it’s heard through his voice as he begs.
“Why? Why won’t you let me in? What do you need me to do to be good enough? Please,” he strains. His voice cracking and his eyes watering. “I will do anything. Please, just tell me why you hate me.”
Not a single twitch of a muscle is made from the bloodsucker. As if she didn’t hear him – or doesn’t care. How could someone be so dismissive about their fated?
She slowly blinks and then doesn’t even look at him as she says, “I do not hate you, but this tie between us is not a choice.”
“MAVYN!” Thorne roars. Losing his cool and collected persona as he releases a single wave of his own aura. “We’ve talked about – “
“And I have told you!” She stands up so abruptly it sends her chair flying back.
Finally looking at two of her fated with so much controlled anger.
Her aura only now trickling from her and it holds nothing but cold fury.
“There is no working through this! There is no accepting this! I will be ripping my soul and destroying it. Erasing this fate between all of us and then you will be free of me.”
Thorne grits his teeth as he breathes deeply, trying to reign some control. “You are already cemented with Varian. If you do that you will kill him.”
She straightens her back and goes impossibly still. Too still. Primordially still.
“Why do you think I’ve kept on to this wish for so long?”
Oh unholy gods.
My soul flinches and my true form deflates within me.
“You’re going to un-cement the tie between you and Varian,” I breathe. A statement, because that’s the only thing she could mean by that.
She’s not breaking their fate, as I don’t even think a wish on a true wishing star could do that, she’s only un-cementing it.
And then she’s going to break their fates by killing her soul.
It might not kill them as breaking a cemented bond between fated could, but they’ll wish for death with how it’ll feel.
My brother. My twin.
My heart aches for him and the curse he’s unfortunately fated to.
What a wretched being for forcing them to be put through that.
Hate isn’t even a close enough word to describe how I feel about this woman.
This female who I would rather make forgotten here and now then let her subject my brother to that type of pain.
She twists and begins slamming the tomes shut. Leaving them on the table, and without another word, she snatches her bag and begins walking out. A second later the water mage follows with her little boyfriend trailing behind. Both of them silent.
“What a coward,” I quietly seethe. It may be childish or stupid or worthless, but I stand and to her back I call, “You are a coward, Mavyllora Sanivin Tsukkenai!”
I may not know everything, but I do know I would do everything in my power to keep and protect my fated.