The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Twenty-One: Nobodys Hero

Ezek and I travel northeast while Edward and his group of four go northwest. Keeping true towards the sun we continue wondering closer to Eve Black. I feel like she has been dead a long time, how could a lone girl last six years in this hell world? Then again, I don't even know how long I was gone for before Zek found me. The tensions are still high from the ugly sobbing session we shared together.

The Prophet even told me that the horrors I have seen and felt were unbearable for my mind to begin the process. Out of consideration, he decided to ask The Mourner if he could put up a wall. Within my mind to keep those memories hidden, and the violence with it away. I do not blame Ezekiel after all I did bludgeon him with my fists. I can't even begin to apologize for everything that happened, he does forgive me but I can't forgive myself.

The long walk to find Ms.Black has come to an end today, we begin to set up camp for the night. Pitching up my own tent, I carefully unroll an animal fur out onto the sandy ground underneath. A warm hand touches my exposed back I turn around seeing Zekiel's sincere face.

"Hey." The Divine smiles, "Hi." I reply.

"Are you okay?" Mr. Black questions gesturing for me to sit down beneath my hut.

"As fine as I could be given I have attacked and hurt you very badly. You may have forgiven me but there's no way that I'll ever forgive myself." I explain feeling flustered with everything going on, "Qaphsiel don't do that to yourself." Sir Ezek orders picking my hand up gently.

"I'd rather have bruises from you than someone else." The middle sibling reassures only making it worse, "That's the problem Ezek! You think it's fine for me, an angel to strike a Divine, it angers me for how easily anything is dismissed by you!"I stand up throwing my arms in the air.

"Be angry at me, hit me, yell at me just do something, please!" I plead both of my hands folded in a praying manner, "Don't ask me to do that." Ekiel warns.

"Why not! Do it!" I growl, "I can't because I love you!" the Black shouts.

"Maybe that's the problem."A fidged voice within me speaks, I try to cover my mouth only I can't move.

"Go Prophet." It spits turning my head away from The Prophet, what is happening!

I can feel it, a crack in the wall on my mind that Zek spoke of spilling out all the bad through it. I can't even move or talk, the voice that's speaking is not my own. A look of pure hurt plasters on his face, in defeat he turns and walks away. I can't even stop my friend, now trapped inside I must watch the one person I care about the most. Just turn their back on me, once he leaves only then can my limbs move.

Changing into my nightgown I get ready to sleep, picking up the same wooden hair brush I go through my long locks. This demon inside me is taking control, no way of getting it back, not without death. Tucking myself under the covers, I rest my head on the furry surface. Tears swell and obscure any eyesight, sobbing softly into the coat, I cry myself to sleep. Finding some form of peace a void engulfs my shaking form slowing all movement.

-Dream-

Warm summer sun beams down onto my cool form, gently waking me from a great slumber. Leaning up, I look around seeing a bunch of beautiful oak trees that are both tall and have thick healthy branches. Bright green leaves splotch around each one, but the ever so persistent star will still shine through even that. The silky grass beneath me tickles against my bare legs I run a hand over the top of the sleek pasture. Loud child's laughter comes from ahead of me, standing up and brushing off all small broken branches I follow it.