Deviant Fate

68 - Waiting for the Chaos

-Gwen-

Arowin stared blankly as the words left my mouth. I wasn't sure if he believed me or if he was in shock.

"I don't have any details as to who your real mother is. I only know that Ameela is not who you know her to be, and I don't think you should put any trust in her." I explained and advised.

Silence.

"Arowin?" I called, trying to pull him to the present.

"My mother." He spoke deeply. "Why can't I remember?" He asked.

"I think your mind has been altered far longer than you realize. I think you have been used as a pawn." I said while walking closer to him. "I don't know what her plan is. I don't know why she's done this to you." I sighed "I don't even know the real you."

He looked down at me with a worried expression.

"I will resolve this. You will know me, you must give me time." He spoke with confidence.

"I think it's best if we focus on finding out Ameela's intentions. We can discuss everything else, after." I said, noticing the tense aura coming from him.

"We're divines." He replied.

"So it seems, but I don't know how to address that right now. There's too much going on." I sighed while sitting down on the sofa. "You have to sort out your own issues before we could even begin to start on us."

He followed me to the sofa and sat with his body angled towards me.

"You are my priority. Always. You are most important to me." His voice, deep and direct.

All this time I've grown resentment towards him. The version I knew made it easy to hate him. Hating him made this revolution easier to solidify. I thought being held here would make it easier to hate, but it was becoming rather difficult to continue my disdain. Zinni risked helping me, Keerly was involved with Fran and promised allegiance to her. Now, Arowin had been brought back to reality and may or may not be my horrible, awful divine anymore.

"Arowin." I sighed once more and chewed on my lip.

I could sense his aura and sincerity, but it was hard for me to forget everything.

"Like I said, there is just too much going on right now. I have to find out Ameela's objective. I made a blood oath with her. I need to focus and be prepared for anything now."

His jaw clenched as he reached for my hand, inspecting my fingers rashly. He stilled when he saw the small blemish from where I pricked it.

"Gweneria. Why did you do this?" He gritted out while trying to keep his voice low.

"I thought she was my only chance, so I took it." I confessed, worried by his expression.

"There is no way out of blood oaths, Gweneria. This was a stupid stupid decision. Why did you do this!?" He stood and paced while squeezing his hands into fists.

"It's not a one way oath." I exclaimed, getting defensive. "I made her do it as well."

He turned instantly and came to kneel right in front of me.

"She vocally pledged or with her blood?" He rushed out while intensely staring into my eyes.

"Her blood." I responded, shocked by his abrupt reaction.

He dropped his head and his shoulders relaxed.

"I don't necessarily know what the oath was truly for, but I wasn't dumb enough to do it without her participation as well." I said as he picked his head back up.