Divided

Executed

A/N: This was uploaded late....but..... I have a reason! So fun fact I crochet and knit, and since Christmas is around the corner, I have been crocheting gifts for a while:,)

Caterina's POV

I glance at Arietta, her eyes wide with disbelief, as if she's seen something she never expected. Her hand instinctively rises to her mouth, fingers trembling as she tries to mask her shock. Her gaze flickers between me and the glowing green paste in my palms, and I can feel the weight of her silent questions.

"H-how?" Ajia's voice shakes, the words barely forming as she stares at the soft, eerie glow. Her eyes dart from the glowing substance to me, then back again, her confusion clear. The paste pulses in my hands, casting sickly green shadows that twist across the floor, making the wooden hut feel unsettling in the bright daylight.

The light begins to fade slowly, like a dying ember. The glow softens, and with it, the green paste melts away, vanishing entirely, leaving nothing behind but the faintest echo of its presence. My hands return to their normal state, the skin smooth and undisturbed once more. The change is so subtle, it's as if nothing ever happened—but I know, deep down, something did.

"Gra tou, Arietta," (thank you) Queen Celeste's voice cuts through the thick silence, smooth and regal as always, unaffected by the strange event we've all just witnessed. Her words are calm, but there's a quiet weight to them, a silent acknowledgment of the moment. Arietta nods, her expression unreadable, her gaze distant, lost in thought.

Without another word, Celeste turns, her steps soundless as she moves toward the door. "Let's go," she murmurs, her tone flat, detached from the tension that fills the air. She exits the hut with swift precision, her presence like an unseen current, pulling us along.

I watch as Ajia stands frozen, her face pale, eyes wide, as if she's still trying to grasp the impossibility of what she just saw. She doesn't move, her body rigid with uncertainty, and for a long moment, she's lost in the haze of disbelief. But then, the world seems to snap back into focus, and I break the trance, shaking myself from the daze.

My feet follow Celeste's path, the warmth of the midday sun hitting my skin as we step outside. The air is fresh and crisp, filled with the scent of pine and earth, and the bright light casts long shadows across the ground. The world feels alive around us, the sounds of distant birds and rustling leaves mixing with the soft crunch of our footsteps on the dirt path.

I glance at Celeste, my voice barely a whisper. "What was that?" The words leave me thick with uncertainty, as if asking the question makes it all the more real. The quiet hum of the day surrounds us, but there's a heavier silence between us now, a question hanging in the air, waiting to be answered.

Celeste's POV

I try to piece everything together, my mind racing with questions that seem impossible to answer. How did this happen? How could Caterina have supernatural blood running through her veins?

I turn to her, and she meets my gaze, confusion etched on her face, her brow furrowed. She doesn't understand, but I need her to.

Every supernatural being knows the laws that govern our world. One of the most sacred rules is that a supernatural cannot be with a human. It is forbidden. So, how could this be?

"You have supernatural blood in you, Caterina," I say, my voice steady, though my heart is hammering in my chest. The words feel heavier than I expected, and I watch her reaction closely.

Her eyes widen, disbelief flooding her face. "W-what?" she stammers, taking a step back as though she's been physically struck. She looks at me, then at Ajia, her expression filled with confusion and fear.