?Uncontrollable.
?Wrong.
?I have always been in control.
?I silence it all. My hum and his, the song, the whistle. I shove that wish that is unstable within deeper into me. Then I stop my blood.
?I force it to pause in my veins and spit the rest still in my mouth and throat out. Wiriness creeps along the edges of my mind wishing for me to sleep, but I have control. More than anyone ever truly knew.
?Slowly dragging my hand from my chest, I bring it to my mouth and sink my fangs into my shaking hand. My venom invades my system and with the blue belladon in my blood I focus my blood art to my heart. Healing that tear even faster than what it would have taken. Then I keep a steel-clawed grip on my blood as I let it start slowly flowing again.
?The ground rumbles as I sit on my heels and slowly breathe. The first thing I see when I look up are milky eyes.
?“What was that, Mavyllora?”
?I hate that name.
?There are people behind her and vaguely I can feel something like a light tug imbued with warmth.
?“I’m not like her,” I say to which Nana frowns. “I’m not a god.”
?Nana straightens and steps back as she sneers at me. “I broke twenty-two of your bones and you still fought as if you shouldn’t be bedridden. Your heart just ripped in half and yet you were able to repair it while you stopped your blood flow and with a fatal wound to your stomach that if I cut an inch deeper would have exposed your organs. All while your aura didn’t even waver. There was no fluctuation with your spirit or soul, and even in all that pain you still kept up shields strong enough to keep a stone witch out.”
?“That doesn’t make me a god.”
?She tuts. “Forgotten gods exist, Mavyllora.”
?My body screams at me and I internally scream right back. A manic laugh bubbles up from my chest. I cut it off before I look too crazy but grin what I’m sure are bloody teeth at her.
?“Blood witches cannot be born with blue flame. That is what isreallyimpossible. The gods are not allowed to possess blue flame. Your mother should have told you that.”
?“So what are you?”
?I finally process the other bodies behind Nana. My fated, all who are straining their bodies so hard. I’m sure we would beable to feel their aura’s if mine wasn’t already dominating. Then there’s Mr. Kyros and the council members.
?One of them, with gold lit eyes and a white ring around their pupil, is staring down at me. Her midnight hair woven around her head in a crown of dark gold. Her white gown almost reminds me of a toga, except there are slits on the side that expose smooth black legs.
?I look back up to her face and note the gold rings in her nose and lip, the cuffs in her ears, the lines of makeup drawn around her features.
?I wonder who’s drop of primordial blood flows through her veins.
?Dark skin bronzed from the sun. Golden light accented from the day.
?“I am nothing,” I finally answer her. “Just like your father intended me to be.”
?That white ring around her pupil ignites and I can feel her aura brush against my skin. It’s warm like how the rays of the sun are. It’s warm like how it always is before it burns.
?The skin on my cheeks begin smoking first. Then my shoulders. Then my chest.
?She pulls her aura back before flames can bloom and I raise a brow at her. She chuffs at it but then tilts her head at me.
?“No one since the War of Gods has been able to deduct who my sire is. How did you?”
?I relax the muscles of my face and then darken my expression just a bit. Just enough that I know my nearly black eyes will give the effect I want as I say, “You look like him. Andthat drop of blood in you – “ I run my tongue over my fangs. “ – it tastes just like his.”
Thirty-Two
Mavyn – Decim 17
