Our Forgotten Past (Re-write)

Three Doors, One Choice

(A/N: Ok later in the chapter there will be a description of two people and they are called light and dark. No this is not racist and let me explain briefly before you get into the chapter. Light is referencing the goodness of heaven and darkness is referring to the wickedness of hell and I am saying this again. It is not supposed to be racist and if it offends you even after reading this then I do apologize. Enjoy the chapter)

Chronus walked down the halls and then left me still alone in the throne room as I gawked at the idea. So this man was my father. Why so eager to be rid of me? I walked alongside him and opened my mouth to ask a question but the look of sadness in his eyes made me close it instantly. What did he mean by, I already disowned him as my father? What had I forgotten about that year?

His strides were a lot faster than mine due to his long legs and height and the way his cloaked moved around him I think he was floating instead of walking.   I know what they had said to me about being taken by this thing that tried to make me its own out a loss for its child. Or that it wanted a child and just took me from my birth parents and I was going to be saved. After being turned into a weapon. With a swift turn and me not paying any attention Cheonus turned and I walked right into his chest.

"Why are you being slow don't you want to return?" He asked quietly. I smoothed out my shirt and looked up at him. My stitched eye making him flinch slightly

"It's not every day you get forced into a portal here away from the ones you love and then find out that your father whom you've wanted to rescue or even see you once is standing in front of you with nothing to say but why are you being slow? I do want to return but I need answers After twenty-three years of being tortured and wanting to know you, you push me away and I don't know why. What was so wrong with me that you gave me up. You didn't look you didn't do anything to find me. What was wrong with me?"

"Nothing was wrong with you and I did look for you. I only stopped when you pushed me away. 'I am not a part of this family and never will be.' I still have never forgotten those words and I let you be happy. You didn't need me in your life after that and your mother agreed. I was foolish for exposing myself from when you were stolen from me. Once they found out who I was they held you to their advantage. Whenever I would come up to look for you I would find a piece of you stapled to the door of our home. Your first lock of hair, a piece of the nightie you wore that day. Even a small chunk of your flesh once. I couldn't stop looking and when you disappeared again out of the blue I had to. Your mother was distraught on missing you and I was run ragged." He responded. His words though they seemed cold were broken.

"Then why not have another, spare you and mother the grief?"

"Apocalyptic Bloods and their spouses can not bear more than one heir. Your mother is now barren."

"If mother is a being like you she should be able to bear more. Mother is an immortal. Is she not?"

"She is but that doesn't change the fact of my origin. My blood kin can only bear one child. But with what they have done to you it will be less likely that you will bear any. I am not willing to be a grandfather now. And with the creature, you love you may be barren for them. Yes, I know about him and your adopted children and brothers."

"But how? Was mother a mortal?"

"Let me tell you a story. And it's an old tale." He sat down on a couch in the hall and I carefully took one next to him. I am to reside here for only a small amount of time. Autherwulf never told me a span and from what I am aware the times are different in the realms.

"A soul falls from up above the shadow sky. Falling onto the waters of the tears Styx lay. There she rests on the small boats and floats she does down the river's side. Drifting along she hears voices call out. 'Red, White, Grey. Choose the door which you will stay' The lady had no idea what the voices meant but she still drifted along the river's side. When she saw an isle in the mist she stood from her seat and gazed upon it. There were three doors each of their own color, Red, White, and Grey. The lady looked on and then she saw that three beings stood by that door. The being by the red door was fair but his eyes held anger and deceit but the fairness of his looks clouded her. The door was bright and warm to the touch, being too close might have burned her. The dark fair was smiling a crooked grin and stood tall to greet her.