Forbidden Sweets

Chapter 8

"I can't make that promise," Black announced.

"Why?" Lelia demanded.

Without warning, Lelia grew weak and stumbled onto her knees to the ground.

"LELIA!"

Lelia looked at her leg, there was a gash dripping blood.

In a swift manner, Black went to Lelia's side and let her body lean against his.

"Here, I might have something." Black mentioned, as he retrieved and handed her the tote bag that was across his shoulder.

"Perfect!" Lelia acknowledged in an infirm tone.

"I figured you might need it." Black added.

"Thank you. I-I didn't think you would where-"

"Where I despise mortals?! Lelia, you are my only exception. I feel things for you that I have never felt before."

This response made Lelia make the "oh" impression.

Lelia glanced and examined the incision completely. She looked into the bag to retrieve some items such as alcohol, needle and thread. While Lelia was in mid thought, a flashback came to her.

Lelia recalled a time where her High Priest-Harlow, taught them a fighting technique. She remembered how the sandy shells felt underneath her feet that day. How the wind would blow through her long brunette hair. On that day, Lelia and the rest were told this will always be their home. The method that the High Priest provided was for them to gain endurance on pain. Harlow would blast at their way and each one had to defend themselves from it.

However, Lelia was the only one that didn't. For she had missed the opportunity and reacted too quickly. By doing so, she sustained the impact and fell in the process. Harlow gave Lelia a stern expression and spoke the words in a thunderous command.

"You called yourself a witch? Disgusting! AGAIN!"

Lelia got up and brushed her body off. Next, she prepared herself for the upcoming attacks. After that, Lelia made the promise to push herself to become stronger. In the future, she did just that.

Black concentrated on Lelia as she poured the alcohol on the wound, which made her whimper indistinctly. He could hear the needle as it slid through her skin. Black was amazed that she wasn't screaming, as he witnessed that's what humans do in torment. Lelia withstand this in the absence of it being numbed.

Black continued to observe Lelia's movements. She made the last stitch and with her teeth cut it loose from the grip of the needle. Then, he watched her as she secured it in place with a double knot. This woman keeps surprising him with every maneuver that she does.

"Will you be alright?" Black questioned, anguished.

"Yes," she hoarse out.

Silence passed between them, until Lelia spoke the following.

"Black I have a question to ask you."

"What?" He inquired.

Black listened to Lelia, as he retrieved a water bottle to fill up to drink from the stream.

"Do you love me?"

"What kind of question is that since you already know the answer."

After a nanosecond, Lelia pressed in a subtle voice.

"Can gods have children?"

Instantly, Black spit out his water.

"What?" Black requested, in a croaky voice. For he had choked on his intake of the previous water.

"Do gods-"

"No, I heard that part, but why do you ask that?"

"Well, can they?"

"Not that I am aware. Why the curiosity?"

"Nothing...Just one of those crazy human thoughts." Lelia assured, as she recalled what Harlow had pointed out. Afterwards, she briskly shrugged it off.

To make his mind not wonder at Lelia's words, Black urged the following. "How's the leg?"

"It's getting there." Lelia responded, tiredly.

"Ready to head back home?"

"Yes, but they might be ready for us."

"I'm counting on it. Give me your hand." Black instructed.

"Um, why?"

"You want to go, right?"

Lelia touched Black's hand. Next, he placed two fingers on his forehead. Black closed his eyes to focus and in seconds they disappeared to another location.

Until the next chapter, my wonderful readers!