Dragonkin 4 You're my Mate? No thanks.

Part 10 Trouble is brewing

Somewhere in the heavens...

A swish of long robes disappear down the corner of a hallway as Arya deliberately takes a detour to avoid bumping into Feros. The council of gods are meeting in a moment and she has no wish to talk with him before that. Better still, never talk to him again. If she can help it.

Unfortunately, she's not the only one who's keeping a keen eye out.

The Warrior God catches sight of her and dissolves into mist, immediately appearing in front of her, blocking her path. Ignoring his presence, the Moon Goddess side-steps, seeking to evade him. Matching her every step, Feros mirrors her move and obstructs her.

She's determined to pay no heed to him and decides to turn her back to him, going back the path which she came by.

Again, a black mist coalesces into Feros in front of her, blocking her.

A regretful gleam in his eye, Feros earnestly states, "Since the war with the werekind, you have been avoiding me for millenia. Don't you think it's time to forgive me?"

At the end of her patience, Arya folds her arms and stands firmly. She coldly replies, "I wanted to, but you provided no room for reconciliation. You keep pushing for total annihilation of their kind, without any mercy".

"I'm an enforcer, it's my responsibility to ensure that the laws are not willfully flouted by mortals," Feros explains.

"They didn't have a choice! The werekin broke the law to save their kin from death by quick spreading virus – which need I remind you, that the gods unleashed on a whim". Rounding on him, she threw up her hands in disgust, "Why, because the gods are bored and nothing entertains them quite like death and tragedy! Is it a crime to fight for their survival?"

Putting up a palm, she continues, "Before you answer, if saving a loved one by breaking the law is a crime, then what would you do if I'm facing certain death and to save me, it requires you to break your code of conduct? Does it mean you'll let me die without struggling?"

His temper snapping, he growls, "That's a different matter. We're gods, they're mortals. I won't let you die without a fight".

Arya sneers icily, "To you, gods' lives are precious, mortals are bugs to be squashed when they've outlived their usefulness. Aren't they lives all the same? Who are we to pass judgement and kill indiscriminately?"

"We are gods. We dictate the mortals' lives," Feros insists fiercely.

Suppressing her disdain, she argues, "Your reason is flawed. Just because we're powerful, it doesn't mean we're destined for only destruction or domination. If gods can kill at will, why can't we save on a whim too? In this matter, it was our fault at first. It's only right that we show benevolence".

His jaw tightening, Feros grits out, "They broke a rule and they must pay for it, even if it's indirectly caused by the gods".

Frustrated with reasoning with an obstinate mule, Arya takes a calming breath. Argghhh! I want to smack his head so bad. How did this man and I end up together previously? He listens to no logic!

"Only the heavens know how many rules the gods have broken and swept under the rug. The worst part is, we don't face judgment for our mistakes. Imagine how many of us would have perished if we were to be weighed for our sins. We must learn to protect what we could destroy. At this rate, there won't be any mortals left for the gods to taunt or toy with," Arya said the last part scornfully.

"If we're truly guilty, the Creator would have punished us". His hands gripping her shoulders, he implores, "Arya, I give weight to your thoughts. It's because I care, that I gave in previously to accept the truce you offered. If it weren't for you, there won't be any werekind left in the world".