The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 7

My 'drunken chapter' has now been edited and I've added bits in, so I recommend that you read it again now that it makes sense :')

I will not be doing that again hopefully. I pretty much laid in bed all day yesterday. I was so hungover. Anyway, thank you for reading regardless of the silliness. Now, I'm back on track with proper updates!

- Sian

"Yes, I am an original God," Reyana said carefully. "My daughter gets her jealousy from me."

"Wait, if you're an original God, that means..." Hunter's words trailed off out of shock.

"That means you killed all of the other Gods for power," Margo finished, feeling Anthony's arms wrap tighter around her.

"I did." Reyana looked down, twisting her wave shaped ring.

Jacota noticed how her green nails had chipped at the edges.

"Hunter," he thought with blood running cold. "It was Reyana who tried to kill me."

"What?" Hunter watched him out of the corner of his eye, not wanting to make it obvious that they were talking. "How do you know?"

"Look at her hands."

Hunter remembered asking Jacota if he knew what the God looked like and he said no. The only part of her he did see were her hands, with green nails and a ring shaped like a wave.

"She tried to frame her daughter. Reyana is gaining our trust by lying to our faces." Hunter opened a mind like with his parents, telling him the same thing. "What do we do?" he asked.

"Stay calm and don't let her know that we know. If we know she's disloyal, we are already one step ahead," Margo replied.

Although, Jacota stared at Reyana's hands for too long and her suspicions grew.

"That was a long time ago," Reyana continued. "I have spent years thinking about my mistakes. Who I used to be has gone. I was bitter and envious of the power that I wasn't granted."

"So you killed everyone, even Jacota, the original leader of the wolves?" Scott questioned.

"Yes, thinking I would get his power. Instead, all I got was a terrible misfortune of bad luck, year after year as a punishment I presume. I've been weak and unable to do almost anything useful with my powers until the revival of the Gods a few weeks ago."

"So, by killing the God of Gods, you don't get their power?" Hunter asked.

"No."

"Then why haven't you told your daughter that? And how did she manage to freeze the water in the bath if she's not a God?"

Reyana's eyes darkened with annoyance.

"She is a daughter of a God; surely she will have some of my powers."

A storm had started to drift overhead. Jacota could no longer hold it back.

"Why did you not get the powers from Jacota when you killed him all those years ago?" Anthony questioned.

"I don't know. I have a feeling the power was stored in other members of his family, waiting to be passed on through generations until the time was right." Reyana stepped closer, glancing at the sky.

"So, killing him again will benefit you how?" Hunter crossed his arms. The anger fizzled into his actions.

"It won't, but..." Reyana stopped and cleared her throat when Jacota stared at her hands again. "I'm not trying to kill him. My daughter- I've clearly raised her wrong."