BLACK LIES
book one in the 'chaos series'
in which a goddess falls apart because of love and a power she had no place in controlling overcoming her, threatening the lives of those around her, including the god she finds herself tied to by love.
LOKI...
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nine "no damage done, no damage!"
Breathing rapid, Lusine swore the walls were closing in on her. Inching closer with every second that ticked by, with every step she took. This sensation of being trapped in a cage with nowhere to run wouldn't leave her, no matter how deep of a breath she tries to take, no matter how hard she tries to collect her thoughts back up from where Loki's simple observation had scattered them, leaving them stars of broken glass upon the night sky.
Her mind was racing with the darkest possibilities as she hurried to where she knew her father would be. He never did enjoy the dancing delicacy that came with attending a ball. As she pushed open the grand door to the library she breathed a sigh of relief when she locked eyes with her father.
He gives her a heart-warming smile that only a father could grant with such ease and says, "Lusine, my darling, aren't you supposed to be charming that Prince?" He chuckles, his hands folding the red backed book closed and brushing over its cover.
Lusine nods her head as she closes the door behind her and crosses the room to her father swiftly, in desperation more than grace. She wanted desperately to know what was wrong with her. What it meant. Whether it would get worse.
She sits down in the stiff wooden chair across the old, scarred table from her father, bones locking and creaking.
"I was, and it was going well until this happened," She says lowly, forcing herself to stare her father straight in the eyes and make her own eyes turn into the deep purple that Loki told her had appeared.
"They're purple," He states, as if she wasn't already aware of the shift, his hand reaching out to Lusine's cheek. He brushes a stray strand of black hair out of her face and behind her ear. "My dear daughter, do you have any idea what's happening to you?"
"Not by any means," She replies honestly. He was the only person she allows herself to be transparent with. The only one she knows won't laugh in her face for her concerns.
"You're turning into who you're meant to be," He recites, looking at his little Lusine with a proud smile on his lips. "Once you reach a certain stage in your life, Lusine, you and your magic will become stronger. " He clasps his hands together. "Your power is increasing and with it comes... minor side effects such as the darkening of the eyes." He gestures to her eyes with a ringed finger.
"Purple isn't exactly... dark," Lusine says, regaining her confidence as she sits up in the ancient wooden chair that was bound to hurt her back if she stayed for long. Maybe it would even crumble under her tensions.
Bulan sighs. "I'm afraid it's going to get much worse, dear." His voice is low as he speaks the bad news to his daughter who did not seem to care much for his words of wisdom.
She heard him. She heard him loud and clear but choosing to ignore the ominous promise was a conscious decision, not a lack of care.
"How much worse? What else is going to happen to me?" She questions, rubbing her arms with her hands to try and warm herself in the coldness of the library that had suddenly swept in to shroud their unforeseen conversation.
