C H A P T E R E I G H T
Garfield was born in the Wastelands. It was a rarity that any second-in-command, was not of that particular lands. He was untwined, due to the non-consensual union of his parents. He never knew his father; just that he was from Demetrius—a direct descendant of the god himself—making Garfield, the bastard son of a demigod.
He had Enoch change into simple clothing. Enoch dressed in warrior attire would not only draw attention but would also pose as a treat. They jumped onto a moving cargo train, making the journey go by quicker.
Enoch chuckled. "This brings back memories."
"What?" Garfield asked.
"How we met."
Garfield nodded. "How could I forget?"
"You all most killed Aimee."
"Yeah, but you killed the bitch that did it for me." Garfield blurted out before realizing what he'd just said. "Sorry."
"It's ok. You don't believe in the Entwinement, so I wouldn't expect you to understand."
"No, I understand completely." Garfield objected. "Because your girl died you think the universe will magically hand you another. Have fun with that."
"Oh, like you thought it'd hand you my sister?" Enoch chuckled. "You might've been able to get in her pants, but you are incapable of feelings, Garfield. Don't take it personal, I'm just stating facts. You might've thought you were in love with Nola—maybe not or maybe just for a slit second— but you can't."
"I have never had feelings for her Grace." Garfield said monotonously.
"I know," Enoch nodded. "because you physically and emotionally are unable to."
Garfield was aware that Enoch was linked to his entwined, and he was just scared—taking it out on Garfield—but his words still stung. He looked out of the open door, seeing the Raury a few clicks away. "Are you going to tell her?"
Enoch followed Garfield's gaze. "Which part, the one about her mom or the one about mine?"
"Isn't all the same story?" Garfield took his silence for a non-response. "It's hard to put a leash on a dog once you've put a crown on it's head."
Enoch looked at his second disgustingly, but just merely shook his head. "The former reigned queen did my mother a favor before Nola was born. She—"Enoch winced at the pain in his body.
"The more you resist, the more painful the hex gets." Garfield reminded him as a cut appeared on Enoch's left arm. "Makes you curious."
"What?"
"Who she is."
Enoch shrugged it off. He was always good with pain, but this wasn't his. "Selene casted a memory spell, on all of the people of the Shadows Lands—those last nine months—they remembered my mother being pregnant. Even me, I remember the false memory as if it was yesterday. She made me think that Nola was born in Valros; I was nine at the time. She made everyone think that my mother had died in childbirth, birthing Nola. Nola never got to meet her, but even though my mother only got to see my sister once, I saw it in her eyes that for a moment she believed Nola was hers. She believed that Nola was in her womb for those nine months. It wasn't until word got to our tent that queen Selene had died that it had become clear that she had to leave."
