The Labyrinth Through Camelot | {COMPLETED}

Chapter 5 - Nesrin

More than anything, Nesrin wished that she could hear. Having the powers and curses swapped among the Goddlets was certainly interesting, and if there was a battle like this, it was bound to bring some fun stories for the future, but more than anything, Nesrin hated that she couldn't hear Luna's first-ever time hearing. It was disappointing to only be able to watch Luna's face grow with excitement every time she heard something new. It would have been amazing to watch her learn what everyone's voices sounded like for the first time. The silence was definitely weird, only broken up by the occasional sound of Wren's voice. But Nesrin never found herself pitying Luna. Up until today, this had been all the daughter of Poseidon had known. And Luna had coped with it just fine. In fact, it seemed like Luna didn't even care about it. Nesrin could live with the silence for the few hours they had left in the Labyrinth.

Still disoriented and very confused, Koa had led them out of the room. She was definitely conflicted about how she felt about the sudden introduction of emotions into the already planned system in her head. Nesrin followed after Zach, who had been her best friend since she was very little, but this time it was very different. Zach was trying, she knew that he was, but he wasn't the same, passionate, fun-loving god that Nesrin had grown up with. Now, it seemed like Zach was just another Koa and Nesrin knew that they didn't need another one.

"Are you good?" Zach asked, turning back to Nesrin. Once he remembered that she couldn't hear, he quickly signed to her as well. Nesrin's gaze jumped back up and she smiled, nodding her head.

"Yeah. I'm just thinking," She replied, glancing at Luna out of the corner of her eye. The blonde goddess seemed to find delight in a sound that the Knights were making, her face scrunching up the same way it did when she really enjoyed something. The way it did when she'd squeal and babble, too excited to sign her thoughts, and Nesrin found herself smiling.

Giving up her hearing was definitely worth watching Luna enjoy herself, even if it was only going to be for a few hours.

"Okay," Zach said, starting to turn back before remembering that Nesrin wouldn't be able to hear him if he talked again. "Luna seems pretty happy right now, doesn't she?" Nesrin could tell that he didn't really care, but he was attempting to make small talk just for her. Nesrin smiled again, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. Sneaking one more glance at the elated daughter of the sea, she turned back to her conversation with Zach.

"She is very happy," Nesrin signed confidently. "But is she..." Nesrin's hands froze, pondering how to phrase her question. "Does Luna know what happened?" She pointed to herself, although she knew it was unnecessary because Zach seemed to understand right away. He shrugged his shoulders and Nesrin sighed. Luna wasn't stupid. Nesrin knew that really well. And yet, out of all the Goddlets, Nesrin and Luna ended up being the most sheltered out of all of them. She really didn't get it, considering that Luna was brave, independent, and utter chaos when she wanted to be. In fact, if Luna was in a fit, Nesrin didn't know another goddess she was more afraid of. But in a situation like this one, Nesrin was sure that no one wanted to sour Luna's good mood with the news of Nesrin's loss.

"I guess we just don't tell Poseidon," Nesrin chuckled. It must have been pretty loud because it caught Luna's attention and her head perked up. She shot Nesrin a smile and a wave, one that Nesrin happily returned.

"He could be happy for her," Zach shrugged. "Who knows. It's Poseidon."

The path through the Labyrinth was exhausting. Since being the daughter of Hades and Persephone meant that she spent a good majority of her life in the Underworld, Nesrin wasn't bothered by the dark. In fact, the dirt and torches weren't all that different from what she was used to. However, Nesrin couldn't remember the last time she had walked for so long. Time, of course, was more of a construct once one was under the dirt, but with so few rests, it felt as though they had been walking for a whole day. A day that Hera had gotten the advantage over them. And yet, the Goddlets knew that they weren't going to let her get away with it.