Chapter 51

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 Her scent lingered in the room long after she had left, I had seen the tears in her eyes but I had also seen the small hesitant smile that she seemed to sport when I was around. The room was dark again, it was much more comforting that way, the underworld had been so dim and its contents even more gloomy.

My skin crawled at the thought of it. I wanted to stop, but it was a hard task and the images slipped through my mind with ease. Cira had not been happy to see me,  to say the least. She both hated and enjoyed using her new found power on my body, but that wasn't what haunted me. Nor was it the sight of the old King being massacred by Tristan, his screams ringing through the room as his soul was ripped apart by his father. The sight that had frozen my core was Dale. It had been only a few minutes but I had seen him, laying in a strange black glossed coffin, darkness pouring into his soul.

He wasn't dead and as far as I knew from what Tristan had allowed me to glean, the unspoken God had no intention of killing him, in fact Tristan had issued me with the ultimatum that if I could find him we would be welcome to take him back. The proposition lingered in the air layering over her scent, a part of me knew that I should've have told her. That I had to tell her but Avaro refused the very thought and as did this new selfish side of me.

I couldn't wait anymore. Not when we were so close, hadn't it been long enough? We had both made a mess of the entire situation, myself more so than anything but this was the chance for us to be happy. Still the guilt wracked over me, Dale was my brother, the one permanent fixture in my life and the only person who had ever really understood me.

I sighed, she meant everything to me.

But so did he.

I studied my arms, watching the glow glisten through my skin before disappearing as though they had sunk into its depths. The Goddess had sacrificed some part of herself in order to retrieve me from the underworld. Her eyes had been cold fires and when she stared at me I felt her wrath, none of this had been the plan and she was expecting me to fix it all. She blessed me, but she had also planted a seed of posion in my soul, a tiny voice that shook away all the patience and control that I had built up all of a sudden.

She loved Dale, I knew that, but he was not the priority. I looked up as there was a knock on the door. Clearing my throat I gave them permission, I wanted it to be Izarra but I knew it wasn't. Instead I saw Kione standing at the door, hands clasped together and eyes to the floor. She knew something had changed within me.

I stared, waiting for her to say something. When she finally looked up, she seemed to have lost all pretence and stared at me with what I could only assume to be protectivness towards Izarra. Kione was a strange woman, none of us had ever asked her what exactly she was but it was clear that she was not human. She was not the Goddess' creation yet she seemed to hold some kind of fealty to her.

She scanned the room, taking in each detail before they finally settled on me once more.

"Dale is alive" she stated

I didn't pause to wonder how she knew that but just nodded. At times it felt as though she was omniscient, she often knew things that she shouldn't have. It made me wary of her but at the same time it was a blessing to have such a person be so close to Izarra.

"I cannot see what will happen in the near future but my visions tell me that he shall be an important figure one day."

She paused

"Should he ever escape the underworld"

I sighed

"Why are you telling me?"

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