“It’s never going to be that simple, Riven.”
Amick’s starshoot steals him away and I lay my head back to the rocky edge. Nothing ever feels simple. Even the things that have seemingly gone our way, now feels like that was only because someone else had to go through the hardship of it first.
Like poor Doren…
Thirty-five years in the Lost Sea basically alone, protecting a Binding, to just hand it over to me.
“You know, I’ve got to give it to the Valories. This is Chaos at its finest.”
I cut my eyes to Riven’s chuckle, then scoff.
Yeah, sure, this is all chaotic, but that’s just because it’s a lot.
Why are we being put in this position because of what our parents did?
To me, this shit feels manipulative on our creator’s part.
I’m about to add them to my shit list as well.
Amick
21
My life is more out of order than it has ever been, and it’s driving me crazy.
This is an area where my Domain should never struggle, yet I feel that’s all I do.
Never in my thirty-five years of existence have I had so many unanswered questions and theories piling up in my mind. Normally, a lack of knowledge wouldn’t bother me or disrupt my everyday life.
This does.
I’ve been obsessing since I returned to the house yesterday, waiting for V so I could ask him two simple questions.
Is there an order in which things need to happen?
And am I on the right track?
His calm, reassuring hoot was all I needed to hear.
I haven’t shared with Thayla or my Valtrue what assumption I’ve made yet, but I plan to.
Eventually.
For now, I’m gathering the fragmented pieces of this vast puzzle and fitting them together in my own mind. I know it enrages them and makes me a hypocrite when I, in turn, badger them for answers, but it’s my system. I can’t deviate completely from my ways just yet.
One day, I will. As soon as I have concrete proof to offer instead of misleading hope.
I refuse to tell them I’ve found our way to true freedom when it could be snatched away before I can deliver it.
I won’t let them down prematurely.
My gaze scans the parchment I’ve read countless times. I’ve analyzed every word, and the answer sits on the tip of my mind, but I can’t quite grasp it yet.
I despise admitting—even to myself—that I’m not as well-versed in the laws of the higher gods as I am in the becoming. That isn’t to say I’m ignorant of the subject. I’m far from that, but their laws are as unstable as they are.
They change policies that benefit them with a snap of their fingers.
With that level of unpredictability, it’s best to let Kyzen keep up with the nonsense while I turn my attention elsewhere.
