They sat there; one weeping, one consoling, as dusk turned to day and the campers came out for their duties.
Kaleco stood up, smiling down at camp. He moved towards Canisa and said, " Hey, I'm going down to fix the Apollo cabin. Care to join me?" She looked at him and gave him a look of disbelief that he would ask that. "Well then, I can see the answer. I will be back shortly" he spoke with a jesting tone evident in his voice. He walked down to the cabin and smiled back at her shadow.
Jaden and Joie were sitting near the fire, talking softly amongst themselves. Kaleco smiled at the couple, Linden asleep on his friends lap and then turned invisible. He didnt want to spoil their moment, but he wanted to know what they were talking about. "Kaleco is back, isn't he? He can't be dead. He is my best friend. we fought together. He isn't alive. You guys saw him die by the hands of my father, right?" Jaden said softly. Joie looked at him with her blue eyes and sighed.
"Kaleco is back. He's back from the dead. He isnt gonna go away. He's here for a reason. And we have to accept that." Joie said softly, touching Jadens arm. Kaleco nodded in happiness, knowing that the two of them needed to be together.They were perfect for each other. As if made for each other.
Kaleco walked away before he broke down crying in front of them. He ran to the woods and began to cry, the reality of what he had signed up for when he had accepted the deal setting in. He was never gonna grow old with his friends, never gonna be able to feel skin. He was a ghost forever, serving Canisa until the end of time.
Until he was discarded and no longer needed. Until he could no longer serve his friends. Until he was worthless to the gods. Like all mortals became after they had completed their quest for the gods. Thanked, and then forgotten. As though they had never done anything, but saved the gods. Like it was nothing.
Trust was something that Kaleco had lost in the gods, and wouldn't be found for a while... or at least until he had been broken, chipped apart, and the inside core was destroyed. He would never find trust again. Not for a while.
