Mirror Of The Forgotten Gods

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Titus

The Wishing God

Weaving the path

277 Years Prior

Nyx didn't speak to Titus for a year after he had made love to her. She tried to hide herself from him within the city, that was when they realized the thread they were bound by allowed him to see her. As she skipped through the city, or flew high in the sky above him, he watched her. He would reach out to her as she passed or try to catch her in the shadows for a moment to speak but she would never allow it.

It was then that he and Thera grew close. It was a natural bond, Thera was an outcast too. He could see those days in his mind. His flat, same as always except dark to block out the sun.

He imagined it Thera and her red eyes staring back at him.

"How old are you?" Thera had asked him in a drunken haze sitting on the two stairs leading up to the garden a few weeks after they first met.

"Twenty three." He took a a puff on his joint as he secured the black iron gate behind him. They were an odd pair, a half blood and Bloodborn elf.

"I'm younger than you?" She slurred, "That's a surprise." He pulled the bottle of honeyed brandy free from her firm grasp. She titled her head back in laughter as she took it then placed her hand down on the stone step.

"Well, I've only just turned twenty-three." He took a swig of the half empty bottle. "Besides, what's it to you. We're both children compared to the other elves. Most elves don't even leave their family homes till they're at least a century old." He shrugged and took another swig from the bottle.

"Yeah, but most elves aren't Halflings and Bloodborn."

Thera rose from where she sat and stomped her way up the stairs and through the muddied grass to his front door. "Hey!" He called after her, "Shoes!"

She tilted left and right and as she swayed kicked her shoes off and sent them spinning across the floor.

She was as different as he was and so they connected in ways he couldn't with any other. He blushed at the thought of it and wondered if the feeling was Nyx's creation. He has known Thera for a few years, they had served in the army together, though she in the Bloodborn squadrons.

He was smitten with her then, always catching her eyes and looking away quickly. He had been young and terrified of saying hello to her. Was it Nyx's red wish that granted him the courage?

Thera turned around and watched him from where she leaned against his kitchen counter. "I'm hungry." She petted Milo who purred as she scratched his chin.

He looked down at the clay tiled floor and then back up at her. Sometimes her eyes were intimidating to him, even with so much practice looking into them. "I think Anne gave me something..." He mumbled.

She jumped up and down, "Oh goodie, some of Anne's treats." He walked to his cupboards and bent low to fish out a small bag of nuts and a loaf of cinnamon bread. He pulled free a few slices and dished nuts into a bowl between them. "How do men live like this?" She laughed taking a seat at his table.

"Like what?" He joked looking around at the sparsely furnished flat.

"You have no utensils, you wouldn't eat if Annee didn't feed you, you have literally nothing except a bed and this table." She took a bite of the bread.

"Hey, that's not true, I have a bookshelf and end tables." He pulled free a seasoned nut and popped it into his mouth.

"Oh geez, sorry." She leaned over and petted Milo at her feet. She peered through the cracked curtains and then stood, "It's almost light, I should get going." She told him. "Thanks for the snack."