Put back together

69. Down by the river, let us wash away

Warning: religious themes, talk of drowning, creepy symbolism

"Nice," Virgil whispered under his breath with a sly smile.

Logan shot him a questioning look.

They were on the move again now, having left the wrecked sleigh behind.
They had left the snow behind a while back as well, now walking through a green forest instead.

Virgil had announced that he would split off from them as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain. Elliott had tried to convince him to stay and even Roman had seemed disappointed but Virgil hadn't given in.

Nobody had answered Emile's questions about what exactly had happened while they had been out cold.

Virgil had just told them that the kiss had somehow taken out the revolutionaries and that they shouldn't worry about how they'd gotten down and Roman had nodded in agreement, a distant look of horror on his face.

Logan wasn't sure if that made him more or less curious.

When they stopped for a late lunch on a small clearing he finally remembered to pull out the prophecy again, as he'd been meaning to for nearly a week now.

On a light and sunny day a kingdom will fall.
In a dark and stormy night a king will be crowned.

This part he was still sure was about Sallerow burning. And the coronation was likely Roman's unless Janus was to suddenly die.

Or it was Janus'.

Logan furrowed his brows.

There was nothing indicating that the coronation had to be after the kingdom's fall.
He just had no idea on what kind of day Janus had become king, a sunny or a rainy one. All he knew was that it had been a day after his mother's funeral.

On a high and cold mountain two lovers will rise.

Logan resisted the urge to hit himself with his notebook.

That was him and Patton.

He was sure.

The mountain was the very mountain they'd been attacked on and the 'rise' was whatever had happened when they'd kissed.
At least he couldn't think of anything else.

In the halls of the castle awaits a surprise.
In the flames lies will grow.
Claimed by a royal the islands will change.
For behind the masks they hide something strange.
A hidden love turns into hate.
The clock is running - there is no time to wait.

These passages were as much as a mystery to him now as they had been the last time he'd read them. That the clock was running was pretty straight forward but the rest of it?
He still couldn't make sense of that.

Undamaged skin -

Logan glanced up at Patton.

Was this referring to him?

Technically someone who was invincible could be described as having undamaged skin, right? It couldn't possibly be damaged after all.

- and all seeing eyes.

His hand wandered up to his glasses, now just useless frames because he was too used to them to just stop wearing them. He let his gaze wander over the trees, watched ants carry small sticks around on the other side of the clearing and looked up in the sky, where even now he could see billions of stars.

It was a slight hyperbole but still fitting.

He couldn't see all but he came close enough.

Logan looked back down at the scroll.