Chariot And The Seven Words Of Arcturus

Lyonne

(Not everything will be exactly the same, but I will try to follow the storyline as well as I can. Chariot and Croix are not yet dating. Mild cursing.)

Chariot's POV

"The rod chose Chariot?! And not me?!" Croix cries, looking obviously upset.

I couldn't believe I actually had the Claiomh Solais in my hands, I couldn't believe the rod chose me. Me! Of all people, the rod chooses me?! This is insane! This is crazy! I don't know what to think, I don't know what to do. I look around, not even listening to what Professor Woodward is saying, drowning out her words with my own thoughts.

Does this mean I will have to do all the work to unlock the Grand Triskelion? Will I get to miss class because of this? What does this even mean?! What does this even do!? I wish I had listened more when Croix ranted about it instead of staring at her beauty.

In the middle of Professor Woodward's speech, she pauses, crossing her arms, "Chariot?! Are you even listening?! This information is vital to opening the Grand Triskelion!"

My head snaps up to look at her, "Uh, sorry..."

"As I was saying, the rod chose you, which means you will have to be the one to find the seven words of Arcturus, and unlock the Grand Triskelion by yourself..." She drones on.

Croix is shaking her head as she reaches out to touch the rod. I hold it out towards her to make it easier for her to touch it, but instead, it zaps her with tiny sparks of lightning. She almost falls backward as she yanks her arm away from the rod, glaring at me. Tears began to form on my eyelids as she looks at me with such hate and resentment. No......I can't have her hate me. She's my best friend!

This was her dream, and just like that, I stole it from her. I can't believe I just stole the only true thing she was ever passionate about. I may have just ruined her life! Oh my god, I feel like the worst douchebag in the entire world right now! I am probably the worst friend in all of the galaxies!

"As the bearer of the Claiomh Solais, it is your duty to unlock the Grand Triskelion," Professor Woodward says her face devoid of emotion.

Then she disappears in a mist of gossamer. I look at the rod in my arms with grief, making my body want to cry out in pain. I can't believe I did this too Croix, this was all she ever wanted. I start to cry, weird stifled cries that make me hate the rod even more with every tear I shed. This is supposed to be Croix's, not mine! This shouldn't be mine! Why is this mine?!

"Oh Croix, it shouldn't be me!" I cry as I clutch the rod tightly in my grasp, "It should be you! Oh Croix...!"

Through my tears I see Croix walk towards me. She then wraps her arms around me as I cry into her uniform. This is so odd for her, she normally never likes physical contact at all. Last week I tried to hug her after I got a B+ on my test (instead of my usual F) and she ducked and ran away. Now she initiated this hug and is going through with it. It's a miracle that she cares about me this much to hug me to make me feel better even when she doesn't like physical contact.

Croix's POV

Thousands of emotions were passing through my body, making me confused as to what emotion I really am feeling. I feel resentment towards Chariot for being the one to get the Claiomh Solais, but I also care about her so much that I want her to be happy. It's the reason I'm hugging her; because I am one of her best friends and can't stand to see her sad. But I also feel lusty in a weird way, because I'm actually hugging Chariot and this is not some weird wet dream (don't judge). But I also want to shove her away from me and never see her again because she stole the only thing I've ever wanted more than her!

UGH, I AM A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING. I NEED TO WOMEN UP AND STOP BEING SO NICE AND GUSHY TO CHARIOT.

"Except it, Chariot," I say instead of yelling at her, "You were the one blessed with it,"

I take a deep breath, hating myself as I hug Chariot tightly. I want to stay like this forever, her in my arms... but I also want to murder her for stealing my dream. Though apart of me knows I could never do that, I care to much about Chariot to ever hurt her.

As I hug her tightly, she cries into my shirt. Then her breath hitches and she pulls away from my embrace.

Her eyes glassy, she whispers, "Lyonne,"

The air around us heats up and begins to glow a bright yellow color. What spell she did she cast?! I've never heard of it...

The yellow air begins to form a string of yellow which reaches for the burn from the rod on my hand. The yellow air pushes against the burn and begins to heal it slowly. I look up at Chariot in surprise, I never knew she was capable of such an entrancing spell. I watch as the burn on my hand slowly heals back into normal skin, mesmerized at how quickly and how beautiful the magic does it's work.

I then turn my gaze to Chariot, "What spe-"

"It means thank you," She whispers, wiping the tears off her face and then hugging me, "Thank you for supporting me even though I stole your dream,"

The corner of my mouth twitches upward in a half-smile as I hug Chariot back. I can feel her face as she presses it into my shirt. She smiling as she hugs me, simply because she thinks I don't despise her for taking my dream. The thing is, I don't know if I hate her. I know that I have so many feelings for her and care about her dearly, but that's only half of what I think. The other half of me wants to resent her for taking the only thing I have been obsessing over for the last year (that's not her).

I feel like I have repeated that single line thousands of times in my head by now. I want to hate her, I want to love her... but I just can't. I'm just so conflicted...

Why do you do this to me Chariot?