The Phoenix's Prophecy

*Chapter Twenty-One*

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*Chapter Twenty-One*

My eyes snapped open, and my pupils were dilated. My breathing was coming in shallow pants, and a drop of sweat rolled down the side of my forehead.

I blinked rapidly as the memories settled down from the swirling gigantic mess of a memory. A few blank spots, but mostly, it was all there.

As soon as I was able to focus, I took in the Rayden in front of me. His long hair almost covered his eyes. The eyes that once told anyone who dare to stare into them that he would not hesitate to kill was now gazing at me teasingly. The mouth that once never smiled was now lifted into a smirk.

Rayden the stranger who had pointed a knife at me when we first met who turned out to be my best friend, the person who understood me better than myself, and the person who would protect me with his life.

I knew for a fact that he would.

There were only a few occasions that he had become ruthless and merciless, and I shuddered at the thought of the cold hearted him. Nevertheless, I knew for a fact that he was just protecting me.

 Now that I realized how close we were from those memories, it just hurt me even more to know that he had knelt down in front of the very person who slaughtered my parents. It was fresh as if it were a minute ago. I closed my eyes to stop myself from lashing my anger out. Anger that he had betrayed me. Anger that he hid things from me. Now I knew why it hurt so much. It wasn't because I thought I had gotten too close to him. It was because he was the person who was closest to me. He was the one who understood me like no other people.

“How could you?” my voice was calm and collected, but my whole frame was shaking. “How dare you!” I kept my voice even and my face blank of any expression, but knowing him, he would know the tornado that was threatening to strike any second.

He should know I would react like this.

If looks could kill, Rayden would be dead under my accusing gaze. He sighed and ran his hand through his ever stunning hair.

“I knew you would have a reaction like this, Amy. It was the only way.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about. I deserve better than to be lied to, Rayden,” my eyes were narrowed at him. “You don't know what I felt when you knelt down in front of the very creature who killed my parents.”

“At least give me a chance to explain,” he looked at me pleadingly.

“You knew this would happen, didn't you?” I accused.

Now it made sense. The reason why he asked me if I trusted him. I stood up and turned around to leave. This was like salt on the wound that never got healed that he left.

“Listen to me, Amy,” he grabbed my wrist, gently but firmly; his tone was as close to begging as someone like him would get.

I whipped around to stare at him, not bothering to cover up what I was feeling.

“You were as close to me as my family back then. How could you...do something...like this?”

“Let me explain.”

I had an internal argument with myself. Should I let him? I know that deep down I should, but what if the reason would only hurt me more?

“Five minutes,” I grumbled reluctantly.

“I'll start from the beginning.”

“Wait.”

I took the cloth off, and blood gushed out. Even though I was furious and hurt, he was still Rayden. I tried not to wince and placed my hand above it. I have no idea where he got a wound like this from. I know Rayden's power. His opponent must be someone who's extremely strong to wound him like this.