?Mavyn is a blood-fucking-witch who can write a blood fate and can control blue flame in a way never heard or seen before.
?Mavyn, I think, is the most power being to ever exist.
?Mavyn is a Forgotten God.
?And from this angle she looks like she’s about to burn her men to ash. While her bone witch looks like she’s about to crumble Mavyn’s bones to dust.
?Asher wraps his arms around my waist as if he’s going to pull me back while Esmirra of Ebony points a bony finger at Mavyn. Then the witch’s aura tries to dominate. It makes me want to throw up even more now.
?“You insolent child!” she seethes. “You could have slaughteredeveryone. So much power and zero control.Thisis why I told you to never touch that true form within you. Why I made sure to teach you control above all else. You will be consumed by that nature. It’s what killed Syngenia. It’s what got her daughter killed. It’s why her granddaughter, Sanivin, is dead.”
?Mavyn hasn’t turned all the way back to look at any of us. After the rebels disappeared, once again, everyone had gone silent for a moment. Then Mavyn’s aura disappeared, she went still, and we all held our breath waiting for what would happen next.
?The bone witch fumes. “A god, whether they’re forgotten or not, trapped within a non-primordial body goes mad. This is why I killed my mother when I could. She had already been sick, but to leave her while her nature roamed caused her demise.” Esmirra heaves and shakes her head like a savage dog. It’s at odds with her appearance. “Neverdo that again.Nevertouch that part within.Never let go of control.”
?I have half a mind to do what I did before when Mavyn was about to be berated. Stepping in between and demanding they watch their mouth because she just saved our lives. She just did something that would have otherwise probably left many dead.
?But something about Mavyn makes me stay where I am. A type of instinctual knowing, and I realize what it is when she begins to fully turn and face us.
?She feels the same, right now, as she did when she proved to Scorn what she could do. When she showed Hanna after one of our runs. When she was about to write a fated death blow. When she stood before the professors after she saved us all in Professor Asier’s classroom.
?A primordial kind of stillness.
?Feeling like nothing, because I cannot feel anything from her, and it’s infinite.
?She almost feels like how my mother had felt.
?I have never felt so terrified, and equally so sure that I am the safest I’ve ever been, in my entire life.
?Mavyn looks immediately to the witch and it’s instantaneous. The witch takes a step back and lowers her head while dropping her eyes. Even her fated, who do not have her full attention, take several steps back.
?“Mavyn,” Professor D’etre whispers, but he flinches when she glances up at him. Then she looks to Professor Asier and her eyes narrow.
?Everyone, including the Dean, is silent. Waiting.
?“Forgotten gods are still gods,” someone calls and the tension breaks like a string finally pulled too tight. We all turn and Asher pulls me flush to his chest as Scorn Fethermen approaches. Esmirra lifts her head and scowls, but steps to the side to let the angel through. Keeping enough space so his wings do not touch her.
?Mavyn’s primordial stillness disappears, but she’s still standing ridged and her magic and aura is still there. Finally looking away from Professor Asier, she turns her eyes to me and for some reason Asher as well as Professor Asier tense.
?Mavyn takes a step towards me and Asher pulls me back half a step while Professor Asier steps toward Mavyn with a look like he wants to hold her back.
?Why would he do that?
?Are they communicating through their bond?
?Mavyn notices both of them as well and pauses before looking over at Scorn. His white wings slightly glow and at Mavyn’s attention several feathers twitch.
?“I am nothing.”
?Her fated all frown as Scorn laughs.
?“Nothing,” he mocks. “You?I didn’t knownothingwas able to make the earth tremble. I didn’t knownothingwas able to make the sky scream. I didn’t knownothingwas able to manipulate andcontainblue flame when not even the gods are able to.”
?His wings slightly flare as he stops only a few feet away from her. The sleeves of his white button up rolled to reveal tensed forearms and clenched fists.
?“Keeper of the Blood of Gods,” he quietly repeats from the bone witch. “And yet you say you are nothing?”
?Mavyn doesn’t move and while I can now feel the water content within her body, there is still an otherworldliness about her. But I realize, even with all her power, I am not afraid ofher. And I don’t think it is just because she made a blood oath to never harm me. I feel it on a deeper level.
