What's mine is yours, But what's mine is mine

Chapter 26: Ancestry - Choices

"Geez, get a room you two."

That was the attendant. Picking up the cloth that was part of the ensemble the princess wore a while ago. Before the demon so carelessly removed them from their pins on the lady's hair.

The lovers broke the passionate kiss, only to smile at each other.

The princess giggled. She, no, they were caught again.

"What's with the scowl?" The demon would ask, still holding the princess in an intimate embrace.

There was laughter in his voice when he asked.

Despite themselves, the atmosphere was light.

The attendant wouldn't tell a soul, but the three of them had an allegiance. They had formed a bond. They had formed a friendship.

"You're so stingy." her mistress would complain when the attendant would tell her it's time to go back to the village. She'd start fixing her hair. Then faced her lover, giving him one last hug and a little peck on the lips to say goodbye.

They then started for the village.

"Say, you've always been taking care of me. It's about time you find yourself a mate."

"You just want me off your tail."

"No, I'm serious. A lot of guys back home really dig you, you know." And there's this one particular guy too.

The attendant would blush at that remark. "Shut up." Pushing the princess lightly. But the Şahzadə would keep at her antics and would only laugh at her predicament.

Yes, she'd laugh. She'd smile. She's happy. That's all that matters.

The attendant actually didn't mind the two being all lovey-dovey. After all, the Şahzadə deserved that much.

For she was kept in the dark. All these years she knew not. Knew not who she really is. Knew not of her origins. Knew not of the life she lived. Knew not of her celestial existence. Knew not how she came to be human.

The attendant would remember the stories her father would tell them as children.

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Their is no hate like that of a woman scorned.

In her anger she vowed to destroy the likes of them.

Cursed the shaman and all his kin into a life of darkness. Turned him into a demon. Turned him into a creature feared by humans. Humans. Whose kind he used to belong to.

She was about to send them all to oblivion. But one boy stood there. Begged. That she find it in her heart to spare him. Spare his little sister. Spare his friends and playmates. Spare his parents. Spare his family. Spare his village. Spare the innocent.

Memories spent with the village children, memories spent with her beloved dog demon, memories she so held dear all flashed before her. There were so many. They spread like the sand before her.

It was bittersweet.

In resignation, the goddess locked a part of herself away. Locked her celestial entity inside the jewel.

Sealing the havoc she unleashed. Sealing all her powers with it.

Before she vanished into oblivion, she made one last parting wish. A wish she'd carry in her heart for all eternity. That wish of love and longing. The wish to be reunited with her lover once more.

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History does repeat itself.

But, in all her years of humble mortal existence, the attendant came to realize one thing.

It isn't much of the fact that the Şahzadə was the goddess' reincarnation, nor is it that the dog demon's ancestor was her lover, but it is because they are themselves that no matter what the odds may give in their favor, they would, and they will still find each other.