Woe of the chosen

Chapter 15:The Arcanum

Staring out into the purple skies and crimson clouds I stood there quietly out on the balcony as I questioned myself for what I've done. The sin I committed, the people I killed, the woman that took care of me, and the family I betrayed. The guilt overcame me and my sadness grew stronger. "Why?" I thought to myself questioning why I let such a thing happen. "Black flames...The God of fire..Hephaestus.." Is another thought that keeps playing in my head. I look down at my hands, and I say to myself, "So I'm the godlender of Hephaestus..." a moment of silence..a moment of regret..a moment of guilt.. I clench my right fist so hard it starts to bleed. Blood dripping down my hand, and falling on the floor. I get a flashback from that very same dream.

"HIS BLOOD IS TAINTING THE GROUND!!"

"They called me the devil, a sinner, but why? What did I do? The gods won't stop until they eliminate me? Why?! I'm so confused." I thought to myself.  A single tear fell from my face as I try to take everything in. "Mom, why did you have to suffer as well?  What even am I? Sure, I'm a godlender, but I don't see the problem..I don't know what's going on.." I thought. I stop clenching my fist and turn my hands upwards. Now looking at my plant hand, and bloodied palm I slowly clasp them together, and hold them. I ask myself, "My powers...are they a blessing? Is it even worth having them?" Thinking about how I massacred that entire village in mere seconds, I came to realize that maybe I pose a huge problem to those around me. I mean, there was nothing left, but a giant hole that was very deep into the ground.

I let go of my hands and reach my right hand out into the distance. I thought to myself, "Maybe, if I'm able to control it, then I won't hurt anyone else." I take a deep breath, and I start to concentrate. I close my eyes, and try to visualize my flames. Nothing appeared in the vast darkness that hid behind my eyelids. I slowly opened my eyes, and say, "Scatter, black flames." I waited a few seconds, but nothing happened. I try again, "Fire into the distance, black flames." Still, nothing came out of my hand. I try once more, "Let loose, Black Flames." Once again, nothing came out. I sigh in disappointment, and lower my hand.

   I turn around, and walk to the living room. I ask myself, "What am I doing wrong? How do I bring them out?" As I try to figure out how to activate my powers. I heard knocking on the door. I walk toward the front door, and open it. Revealing Zephilious holding a salad with a side of scorpion tail, and Amelia holding the same exact thing, and one more plate which I'm sure is mine. She says, "Here you go! Always gotta have a good breakfast to bring up that energy you know?" I nod, and reach out my right hand for the plate. She places it on my palm, and asks, "Can we come in?" I move out of the way and let them come inside. Amelia sets her plate on the table, and sits down. Zephilious does the exact same, and I close the door then head towards the table and sit down to eat.

   I start to eat my food, and whilst I eat Amelia asks, "You're awfully quiet. Is it the food? Is it bad? I wouldn't blame you, scorpion doesn't exactly taste that good, and the salad was all I could bring. So sorry about that." I stop eating, and reply, "No, it's not that.." Amelia with a confused expression on her face, and with a soft tone asks, "Then, what is it?" I sigh, and put down my utensils. Zephilious takes note of this and starts looking at me too. I say, "I spoke with Morpheus again, and he showed me a dream. Well, A nightmare. To put it simply, Hermes left me in a village that was in the middle of nowhere, and then I was taken in by a family of three. A boy by the name of Atlas, a serious father, and a loving mother. Everything seemed all good and well until the boy and the father went out hunting to bring food for the village.

   The mother asked me if I wanted to explore said village. I of course said yes, and so we did. The villagers looked at me with disgusted expressions on their faces, and judged me. Then, one of them attacked the mother with a stone club. She fell, and I tried to retaliate, but then I too was struck with it. I tried protecting her, but it was futile. The whole village started to throw stones, and curse at me. Calling me the devil, a sinner, and accused me of possessing the mother. She died seconds later, and then in a fit of rage, and sadness flames erupted from my body disintegrating everything in its path. Everything it touched was burned down its very last atom. Nothing was left, but a giant hole."