Secrets, Gossips, and Rumors

Chapter 15

It hadn't been fair. None of it had.

Gos was crying in the corner of the hallway, all the way across the castle. The other side of the castle, the empty, alone side. The only sounds he could hear were his sobbing. His tears were dripping down from his chin and splashing on the ground.

Which was fine by him. He didn't need to hear all the fun everyone was having at Serca's coronation. He'd rather be alone hearing nothing at all.

"It isn't fair," Gos struggled to talk. It felt like his throat was closed up, making his voice not work. One after another, tears continued to run along his cheek, and dripped from his chin. "It isn't fair."

All that work and dedication he put into his training. All those years of practice, and it was going to be all for nothing.

Mom and Dad had broken the news a few minutes before the coronation. Just when he was ready, when everything was ready. If they hadn't said anything, he could've become the Chosen One! Everything had been so close, just within reach. Then it was all snatched away from him, and the gap inbetween had seemed to be getting wider and wider.

It just wasn't fair!

Still, Serca had been supportive of him, so he tried to stay for her coronation. For the first bit of the coronation, he was watching it from the background. He was watching what should've been his coronation. But then she was being crowned... he couldn't take it anymore.

Now here he was, crying in the corner, on the opposite and far side of the castle. The side where no one would come or disturb him.

He tried his best to stop himself from crying and gather up all his emotions. The coronation was done, and there was nothing he could do to change that. Everytime he tried to stop himself from crying, more tears just flooded out instead.

He wasn't being a baby or whatever. He had every right to cry and be angry.

His knees were tucked in under him, and his chin rested in between both of his knees. The streaks of tears that had been coming out of his eyes were now visible. But it wasn't like anyone would see him. They weren't going to see him.

Why? Because they were all busy attending Serca's coronation.

By now, they all probably forgot that this was supposed to be his.

Blinking the tears out of his eyes, he spotted his practice cards sitting to the right of him. The cards had been bent and damaged, from Gos throwing it on the ground before he settled down and started to sob. Swallowing all his tears and emotions back, he let out a shaky breath. Doing the best he could, he tried to maintain a study face. With his right hand, he bent over and picked up the cards that were tied with a rubber band.

Gently taking the cards in his hand, he took off the rubber band binding all the cards together and looked at his writing. Picking one notecard off the top, he read it. While reading, drops of water fell onto the cards, placing themselves on his writing. One after another, the drops started to soak the notecard.

He ripped the soggy card. The single card turned into two pieces, then four. With the new scrap of paper he had in his hands, he threw it far out to his right. Taking the next card in the pile, he repeated the same thing.

All the years of hard-work, all the years of hope, was now turned to shreds of ripped up paper. The amount of hours he'd spent on writing down and perfecting cards was now wasted. The amount of nights he set aside to practice his speech for this day just for this now seemed pointless.

The cards that once held happiness and excitement now meant nothing to him. If anything, it was a waste of time and a painful reminder of his loss,

"Why. Can't. I. Be. The. Chosen. One?" Gos said for each time he ripped the card. "What did Serca ever do to earn that spot?"

All the study cards in his pile slowly decreased, one by one, until all that was left of it was a pile of shredded paper.

"Why does Serca get that spot!? She didn't work hard for it! She didn't do anything! It's not fair!" He pounded his fists on the ground after all his flashcards were gone.

All that sadness that had been there had evolved into anger and resentment. They robbed his title away from him!! They wrongfully stole his spot! They all tricked him! They betrayed him!

No, not they, Gos realized with a start. Not 'they'... Serca.

It took him a moment to realize that the voice in his head wasn't his. It didn't belong to him, and certainly didn't sound familiar. But that voice was right. Serca is the one who took away his position. Serca wrongfully stole his title. Serca tricked him. Serca betrayed him.

It's all Serca's fault, that same voice told him again. Gos had gotten up from his little spot now, away from the notecards. She's the reason why you didn't get to become the Trust Keeper.

At the time, the voice didn't seem like a big thing. But now, looking back, the voice sounded familiar to him.

He looked up at the sky. His fists were balled up. This time, his own voice and thoughts echoed in his head. I promise, Serca. I will get revenge on you. You will pay for what you did.

Even if it's the last thing I ever do. 

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And that, folks, is Gos's revenge-origin story. 

Any thoughts. And, hey, who do you think that voice is? Any guesses?

In the last "Arc", we'll start to see Gos changing more. Everything that's happened so far has been building up to here. We'll start to see Gos's character development more clearly and stuff.

Anyways, the ending is upon us (ish.) Fun stuff.

Well, take care guys! Have an amazing day/night!