A hurt god of war and a forgotten god of memory,
I know what you think, how ironic,
But when god of memory comes to save the god of war....
Will the god of war heal or be hurt once again.
NO ART IS MINE, STORY ISN'T MINE IT BELONGS TO MOJITO, I ONLY...
(I can't decide whether I hate it or want to die laughing)
Seth prov
I was sitting on my bed processing everything that had happened so quickly, my mind had finally woken up, I could hear my brother a few days ago I wanted to talk to him so badly. Ask him where he had been, what had happened to him, but now that I knew...It would most likely be another nightmare to add to the list.
But after all these centuries, I could finally think. No voices screaming or yelling every second of everyday. Only whispers, quiet whispers that would no longer drive me to insanity, drive me to do things I do not want to do.
Zekra said that father had stayed an ENTIRE WEEK when he saw my condition that's more time than I could ever again hope for. Zekra even said father would come back in a few days, this time I'd be able to speak with him myself.
My emotions where everywhere, they were very unstable, Zekra said it was because of my soul being so injured that my emotions would be unstable for awhile. It took a little while but I remembered what I did, how I abandoned Nephthys, how I beat Anubis, how I murdered countless innocent lives.
I was so wrapped up in my thoughts I was startled when I heard a crash and yell, " FOR FUCK SAKE MEEKS GIVE ME THAT BACK...SHADE YOU USELESS CURSE HELP ME! " I swiftly got up off my bed from where I was sitting and ran into the kitchen/living room.
I watched as my brother shadow looked at me and floated up to me to say hello, like it used to do when back when we were young.
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It waved at me and I waved at it back, it then floated behind me and pointed in a direction which when I looked had my brother chasing Meeks. With low and behold a golden earring in his mouth.
I felt a smile tug at my lips remembering what my brother had said a couple of days ago about Meeks. " He may be small but trust me he is a little terror when he's awake, he loves to steal my blasted earing and run off with it. Fucker thinks it's funny to what me try to catch him. "
I watched as my brother ran around trying to use the shadows to catch the little wingless bat with little success. Meeks must have seen me because he jumped onto my brothers shoulder, then to the table and onto the chair.
He clambered down the chair and up my side and sat on top of my head it all happened so fast it was enough to make me snort. My brother panted he had clearly been chasing Meeks for hours with his shadow most likely helping the little creature escape him.
I felt Meeks climb down and nuzzle my hand when I opened it he dropped the earing and scurried back on top of my head and lied down this time. My brother stared at his little friend in shock and made a whine mixed with a groan noise causing my smile to widen to show my teeth.
My brother smiled back and held out his hand silently asking for the earing back which I did give to him. I watched as he put it back on it made a small memory of ours surface in my head one that held great importance to me.
