Prime (Book 1 of the Godling Trilogy)

21- Battle of the Babes- Part 2

We all have flaws. That's a part of being human, or at least part human in my case. We have habits that get us down and self inflicted cages that were lock ourselves in. For me I struggle with self doubt, if you haven't noticed already. I feel like I can't do anything unless I have my friend's help or some sort of magical assistance. It can never just be me who saves the day, because it never is. There is never one true hero, and nobody truly works alone. If you believe that then you are lying to yourself. I am fully aware of this fact and it's caused me to hold back, unlike the people around me who are unrelenting despite the fact that they know they may not prevail. They don't doubt themselves when it comes down to it, they trust themselves to succeed and if they fail...then so be it. It was in this moment that I learned, perhaps even taught myself, to be free of doubt, even if it flickered and faded.

I had no doubt that I would die tonight.

I watched in horror, sincerely believing that this would be how I would die, a knife through the chest, but instead another life was taken before my eyes.

The knife entered Gwen's body and came out the other side, the tip just in front of my vision. Her scarlet blood dripped onto my hands and then her body fell directly in front of mine. There was a metallic clatter as she hit the marble floor, her body falling limp and lifeless. In her hand she held the sword of Peleus. She had retrieved the weapon for me after it had fallen from the tower and upon returning she saw that I was in danger. Upon recognizing this she had jumped in front of the blade that would have ensured my death.

She gave her life to save me.

A scream escaped my lips; it was like no other sound I had heard before. Raw and soaked in pain. I could hardly believe that I was the source of something so shrill and desperate. It was the sound of everything that had happened before this, car breaks screeching, wind whistling in the ears, the clash of metal, the breaking of glass and the final breath of a loved one's life being taken.

Images flickered before my eyes, the chessboard from my dream sprawled out before me. The black queen standing above, like pillar of sheer malice and the bishop who stood to protect me, being cut down before my eyes. I didn't do anything to stop it; I couldn't do anything to stop it.

Gwen was dead.

I had been helpless to save her and I refused to be helpless anymore.

I would not allow myself to be the little girl who is simply knocked aside. I was done with that. I am not a damsel, I am not passive and I would not allow my best friend to die in vain. This entire quest had been a bunch of kids doing the bidding of their parents who were blind to the problem at hand. West was right in some aspects of his mentality; we were just little meaningless toys that the gods sent out to do the dirty work. I would not let that define me; I am more than just a chess piece. I am a being with thoughts, emotions and dreams of my own, all of us Godlings are. I am one of the heroes of this story and that was my decision, not a role that was thrust on me.

I glared up at Nyx, and through heavy breaths I spoke: "I am Lea Reclin. I am the primogentius of Morpheus. I am not afraid of you and I am no one's pawn!"

I lunged forward, ignoring the searing pain that tore through my insides and clutched the sword of Peleus in my hands. It was soaked in blood, both my own and that of my best friend, but it still worked. It glowed with my power, and it glittered it the darkness of the throne room. The kaleidoscope of white, ice blue, violet and pink danced around the room illuminating my body. I could feel wind whipped my hair around, but this time none of it got in my face I flickered around framing my face as blood dripped from the corners of my mouth.

I took the sword, as time moved in slow motion everything seeping around me into a motionless halt, and I plunged the blade into Nyx.

Her smug expression morphed into one of pure shock, her dark lips parted and her celestial eyes widened. In the place where the sword pierced through her black dress, white light began to spill out shining so brightly I grimaced. Cracks of brilliant white light splintered through her being, spreading from her stomach out to her finger tips.  They curled up her neck, past her jawline and finally to her eyes. As the hairline cracks reached her eyeballs, the light suddenly pooled inside of the formerly dark orbs, as if she was being infected with sunlight.