“What?” I ask. “I’ve never seen you go sit in the grass.”
“Yes, you have. Plenty.”
“You mean like when we’re training? It’s literally as simple as you sitting in the grass?”
“Well, not necessarily that simple. I sit, pause myself, and listen. I focus on the wind, the feel of how the temperature of the dirt changes the further I sink my fingers. Your breathing. I concentrate on the rhythm of the realm around me. Everything is always moving, always changing. Time flows with it all.”
My eyes widen with that, honestly, beautiful explanation. Kyzen, out of all of us, even me, seems to greatly appreciate everything. He cherishes where many of us go on about our business.
He smiles at blossoming flowers, where I barely spare them a glance until they’ve fully bloomed. He tries to make every second count.
Wait a minute…Am I an idiot?
Please tell me I am not just putting two and two together.
“Kyzen…”
“Yes?” he says with uncertainty and a frown.
“Are you the God of Time?”
That frown leisurely—deliberately—curves into a knowing smirk. He peers at his brothers and I can’t help but do the same. Creed’s hiding his mouth behind his fist, while Amick scowls at Kyzen.
“Yeah, little goddess, I am. I wasn’t keeping that from you or anything. I don’t acknowledge the title, and I’ve asked others not to either.”
A surprised, I don’t know if that’s a huff, scoff, or disbelieving laugh that comes out of me. Whatever the noise is, it makes his smile widen.
“Why?”
“I guess because it doesn’t feel real or earned. I was defaulted that the moment I was born. No one else in the realm can manipulate time.”
“I created the commanders of Duality, Death, Knowledge, and Time. The pillars of society.”
I shake their father’s voice out of my head. I’m not sure if I had forgotten about his appearance in that room or had been ignoring it. Regardless, the sudden violation of his words in my mind has a cold sweat breaking out across my skin.
I blink, repeatedly, then force a small smile to my face as I realize Kyzen’s has fallen in concern.
“Born with it or grew into it, regardless, you deserve it. You’re amazing. All of you are. Even that little psycho over there.”
He and Creed snort, while Amick nods in agreement.
“Would you like me to tell you how his powers feed and recoup energy or do you want him to explain?”
“He can explain. His ass hasn’t even explained his role in Godsden, so he can explain it all at one time.”
“Seriously?” Kyzen scoffs. “He hasn’t told you what he does?”
“No. And I honestly don’t have the first clue.”
“Fucking slacker. He’s got the most normal role out of all of us,” Creed grumbles and peers over his shoulder just to sneer in Riven’s direction.
“Does he really? That seems unbelievable.”
“Well, believe it. He’s actually quite helpful and he’s probably been reluctant to tell you because it shatters his whole, always chaotic and mischievous persona.”
“Amick.” I chuckle and he shrugs.
“I don’t mean that in a negative way. It’s the truth. Riven is incredibly beneficial in many ways. He simply doesn’t want to acknowledge that. The Godsdawn is better off with him around.”
