Set did feel sorry to see her have such troubles keeping her food down. He tried to keep his enjoyment of eating them to a minimum, but it was also amusing to see how she seemed to be furious about something.
When the two returned Osiris smiled at hearing the news. "I'm glad to hear it and I hope my brother presented his best bedside manners, as I am sure the ordeal was not an easy one," he replied, not hugging her, but he did think back on many times in the underworld. It had been a good time.
Jess silently accepted the smile as an apology. After all, he clearly didn't mean to hurt her. Listening to the story, she thought on it. "Wow, so she was fifty. That's pretty old for the time, wasn't it?" she asked, trying to remember what she had learned, "So you ended up traveling together afterwards?" She wondered, if they ever rekindled that love for one another or if it had just been awkward.
His words did make her smile softly. "Well, I'm glad I'm not a complete failure as an oracle," she said before thinking on some things, "Celia... she is somehow connected to all this as well, isn't she? And in two weeks I'm going back to Germany. Are you coming along?" She didn't want to leave his side as it stood right now.
Breakfast was more of a few bites and stomach turning ordeal. It was infuriating the fact that some primordial complex was directing her in the direction. It wasn't as if she didn't want to do something but instead she was being gently pushed in the direction.
In two weeks they'd go back, she intended on finishing this work and adding more to her thesis. Upon their return there was Osiris. She gave a smile upon seeing him. "Hey," she said resisting the urge to hug him. He was an old friend/ lover of hers. She imagined after the death there had been more for them. "I remember now."
Forseti gave an apologetic smile at the touch. Instead he smoothed her hair before giving a nod. "She explained as such towards the end. She was forty when I saw here again, after I managed to have the grandson become an oracle. It doesn't seem old now, but it was then, the hard labor and not enough food. I spent the next ten years with her until she died."
He gave a sad smile before looking to her. "I know you aren't her, and I don't want that. I am just happy to see that there is some light in you like she had."
It was probably meant to comfort her, but him touching her back at this point made Jess gasp in pain as she pulled her back away from the touch. While technically it was fine, it had just endured being stabbed and a blood eagle and it felt super sensitive. That did make her forget the sadness over Hella's heartache that she was experiencing for a moment before it came back at seeing her and she wrapped her arms around him, despite the pain to simply hold on to him, as if she wouldn't let go.
"Even if you two couldn't be together? It's the reason she never married. She could never feel the same way about another guy like she did you," she found herself saying, somehow knowing that, before thinking more, "But now you must be needed, otherwise you wouldn't have been brought back. We need to figure out what is happening." Question was where to start.
Set didn't know it yet, but he was likely to be miserable in Germany until he got used to the weather. It would just be cold otherwise. He was sure she was already eagerly waiting for that.
He couldn't help chuckling at how paranoid she sounded at this moment. "So much for a free choice of will. Now the question is how much was influenced by Farah and how much by your professor. I could see him being an interesting man. So it was off to Germany?" he went on as he thought on it. It would be interesting all this to say the least.
Forseti had been getting food and then having a small conversation. During his time as a god he rarely had deeper conversations nor fun ones. When he returned she was crying. Forseti half suspected the dreams was coming to an end. He moved over to her rubbing her back.
"It was a happy story. The boy grew up fine, a long line of oracles came, until we were no longer needed," Forseti said with a wistful smile. "I would have been happy to remain there. I see this world has mostly turned out fine without us."
Set was comfortable here in some ways, she had fights over the temperature with him. Of course, back then he had worn less clothing. Imagining him dressed for Germany was an amusing thought, even more so a Philadelphia winter. "That will be interesting."
Jesus Christ, he was right, she hadn't gone anywhere mainstream. She could have gone to Boston but instead chose Germany. "Sweet Jesus, you're right...it's all a big set up. That's what I get for being an atheist. It was probably what the oracle told her, only reasons he was able to come back."
It was strange talking about someone else death so easily, when it was more personal to her.
"Aaron... Oh, the guy that left at some point, too nerdy for his own good," Set remembered vaguely, not being one to remember men, "If you wish. There is nothing keeping me here as it is." That was the truth, so he may as well leave.
Listening to her list, he gave a thoughtful sound. "That would be a lot of coincidence for one thing," he agreed as he thought on it, "Maybe you can take it a step further. You think it was a coincidence you both ended up in the same class being taught by that man?" If that man was able to do all the things she said, he saw no reason why he couldn't do the rest.
His brow furrowed. "An event from over two thousand years in the future? That's would be some foresight, but I agree. She might very well have been used to strengthen the oracle abilities," he agreed as he looked out towards where the storm was brewing.
It was in that moment that Hella gave herself fully to him. Without realizing or intention she had always kept a part of her to herself, but this time she made love back, wanting to show Forseti how much she loved him. This was the most wonderful and heartbreaking moment of her life.
Afterwards, she gladly took the things he gave her, knowing she would need them. There wasn't much of a plan, but she would survive. Her heart melted at the words and she hugged him close before nodding. "I love you too, Forseti," she whispered and she held back tears, determined not to cry, "Same goes for you, but even more than that, stay the god you are. There will be trials, but you can surpass them. You are justice and you will be an amazing god." Kissing him one last time, she gathered her things and the baby before making her way somewhere. She was resourceful, she could do it. Not turning around one more time so she wouldn't be tempted to go back, she coddled the child. He was her life now.
Jess woke up to two of the strangest feelings. On the one hand, it felt like the skin on her back at been peeled off. On the other, her heart felt broken. Not moving from her spot in Forseti's tent, she simply began to sob, trying to find a way to vent these feelings.
"Yes, he is. He's also Aaron's dad. He sent Jess and I out here, probably for this reason. Maybe we could leave sooner to see what he knows," Amira stopped in her tracks for a moment. The storms were unsettling, but he was a god of a small area, he knew little of the world. "Don't you think it's a little weird that world wide all these storms and events is happening. All the while the while Wiseman sends out two students randomly to places, she also pulled a Norse god out. And somehow I get both you and Osiris out. That's a bit much for coincidence."
While Farah was in there, she was also logical and capable of pulling these train of thoughts together. "I think...this is what she sacrificed herself for. They told her something was going to happen now. And she needed to be with her brother, as oracles, to do this."
Forseti made love to her gently in that moment kissing everywhere he could. He wouldn't know where she went, he'd do it even if it killed him, it was for her safety though and the child. Finding some extra clothes for the both of them he kissed her softly.
"I will find you when it is safe...you're my oracle but you...are much more to me than that. I love you. When it is right, I will find you and the boy," Forseti ran a hand through her hair. "If you find love out there...take it...live your life if you want to with someone and have a family. I want you to be happy ."
His words made her smile and melt, but also made this so much harder. If it hadn't been for this, she would have never left. "You will be to me too," she whispered and held him close before knowing that urgency was needed.
In the village she left the baby with a wet nurse, saying she would be back for him later. Hella could only hope that he would be doing better when she got back. Saying goodbye to Forseti, she did sleep a bit, it was the middle of the night before going to gather supplies and figure out her plan from here.
She did show up to the blood eagle and watched the first few moments, but soon left. She had condemned the act of her sister so she went back to getting supplies and figuring out where to go from here.
When Forseti came back to her she was in her rented room, organizing everything. She gave a small smile, finding this so heartbreaking. "Thank you, Forseti," she said and placed the supplies to the ones she had gotten before nodding, "I will. I'm trying to give the baby as much time with the wet nurse as possible so he regains his strength. The plan is to leave this afternoon." That meant they had a few hours before she intended on leaving. Looking to him, she knew she needed to feel close to him one last time. She moved over to kiss him lovingly. It felt so good as her arms wrapped around his neck.
Set gave an amused chuckle. "I don't think I've had half of those things and they all sound very unhealthy. It is interesting this is what the modern culture has gone to create," he mused as he saw her hungry expression before thinking on the professor, "Wiseman? That was your professor, right?" Since he hadn't met the guy yet, it was hard to say.
He tilted his head as she made her conclusions. "You think two almighty gods were summoned, because of weather? Why does that sounds like such a gross misuse of what we are?" he asked, unsure about all this, "But what could possibly happen? I mean aside from the weather everything seems normal enough." How would they know what this big thing was?
"You will always be more than just an oracle, Hella..." Forseti stroked her hair. There was urgency when it came to the child. Back in the village he directed her to one of the wet nurses to feed and come back to health. Chances were he'd be with the rest of the gods to the morning. He'd join her before she left so they would have another time before they were divided.
At dawn there was the blood eagle that was taken as slow as possible. Forseti watched without an expression before sneaking to return to Hella. "I have these supplies and money for you...You ought to leave soon..."
"Yes, pancakes, bacon...orange juice...Oh, pizza and fries..." Amira gave a hungry smile. There was little like that here, but the food was a different sort of good. "All terrible food but so amazing...I guess we are. I suspect Wiseman set this up."
The storm bothered her more than it should have. Storms happened. Of course there was all the strange weather going on all over the world. "Set, the weather isn't normal right now. Even with us killing the Earth. It's been really weird...I think that's why you both were summoned was because something big is going to happen."
"IHOP?" Set repeated quite clearly confused by the name, "Anything sounds good. So we are going back to Germany soon?" He honestly didn't know. He just followed her wherever she went so he didn't really care where it ultimately was.
There was a storm coming. He could feel it. What she said made him thoughtful for a moment. "Good news is that it would never hurt you while I'm around. It knows its master. Is it really that strange. Though...," he said thoughtfully, "I wonder if maybe it is due to me. I shouldn't have any powers in this time, but you as my oracle I do now have one believer..." He wondered, if that was the case.
Hella took him handing her his bag as a sign that he gave in to what she said. Carefully she placed the child inside. It would be warmer there and protected from the wind so that was a start. Looking to him, it was clear their hearts were both breaking at this moment.
She nodded at what he said. "I will stay there for a day to gather what I need before traveling on. Away from here is best," she agreed. The thought of him visiting brought a smile to her face. Carefully, she placed the bag with the child on the ground before looking to him. "I know it was never official, but... I will always be your oracle, Forseti," she told him and wrapped her arms around his neck, "And that you made the time here the best time I ever had in life." She couldn't thank him enough and instead kissed him in a way that would convey that to him. Maybe one last quick time could happen.
It would be prudent to quietly let that subject go, when it was calm and more information bring it up. Though he was still a stranger to her she felt as if she knew him intimately. It was the strangest of feelings that personally didn't agree with her. Outside she didn't let go of his hand, afraid he'd go off after some stranger. "IHOP...but they don't have that here...so...I suppose that place close to the university. At last in two weeks it'll be back to Germany."
The weather was muggy as hell, a sign of a storm, but it wasn't the right season. Frowning, she pulled out her phone to check the weather surprised to see a storm alert. "There's a storm warning...let's hope he comes back in time...funny weather as of late."
Forseti pulled off his bag and handed it to her. He couldn't bear to look at the child right now. He knew anger, he advised how to handle it often, but right now he knew it was best to not do anything rash. Her words broke his heart before he gave a sigh.
"There's mothers in town, they can nurse, and then get you supplies," Forseti answered quietly. "I know that you couldn't. I would go with you wherever but for your safety and...his safety. It would be best if you went elsewhere. I will come and visit when it is a good time."
Asta had known she would come to the tree. Was she that predictable? Hella was angry too, but only at the abandoning of her nephew. Even then though it was contained as she worried more about warming the little one and trying to figure out what he needed. She looked to Forseti. "He might still die. If not from the cold, then because of hunger. He hasn't been fed in hours and I can't give him anything," she told him, meaning they needed to find some milk for him as the child still didn't move much.
Hearing his words, she looked to him with the same heartbreak. She had to decide between the man she loved and her own blood. Moving over to him, she wrapped one arm around him in a hug. "I know, but I can't leave him here to die. I'm sorry, Forseti...," she said softly, her heart breaking at this, before thinking on it, "But this was my fate all along. I never felt like the great oracle you saw in me. He will be though and it's my job to raise him into an outstanding one. Besides, do you honestly think that it would be a good idea for me to stick around, the sister of the murderer, after this?" She kissed him longingly, though with every word her heart broke more.
Thinking on it, she shook her head. "I have to be there. People have to see that I condemn this act and know I am not a part of it. I would look guilt, if I just ran now," she told him, knowing it was true and it would kill her to watch, "Besides, I need to gather my things. I know it's dangerous, but in this state, no one should notice a small bundle." It was risky, but also necessary.
Set was too angry as things stood right now to think about all the small details he should be explaining to her and who knew what. That and he had probably didn't remember half of it anyway. Osiris probably knew more.
"It is when she doesn't think she can trust me to come up with a solution in such a situation," he growled frustrated. It was safe to assume anything on this topic was a sore one. He let her lead her outside. "So where do you want to eat?" he asked, looking to her.
Forseti didn't know why he was surprised. That woman had gone around as if she was a bee to anyone that wanted her, the child could be anyone there. He didn't feel the draw of the child, it was the child of a monster. "That woman deserted a child in order to kill a god? With Loki, who is to never be trusted in any situation. What a disgusting woman....if you hadn't came, it would have died."
If Hella came back with the child it too would be killed for being Asta's child. "You cannot return...not with the child..." Forseti said, not in his tone, it was heart breaking. "You wouldn't want to see the punishment that will likely happen, regardless."
Amira wasn't feeling great, but that didn't mean her mind was not working. Professor Wiseman's strange lesson, being sent here to Tahuti, Thoth most likely, and meeting these men. It wasn't just a coincidence it was something more than that. Wise enough she wouldn't say anything, perhaps she'd ask Tahuti or call Wiseman today.
"I know you cared for her...and she loved you...that's not a bad thing," Amira said softly. She wasn't Farah but she wasn't calloused, either. "Let's go then..." She gave a smile to him, though she was still freaking out inwardly. Taking his hand before he decided to freak out more she gently lead him away.
The wife thing was complicated and truthfully, they had never quite been married. It was a long story and didn't really matter anymore. None of it mattered anymore to Set.
Feeling her hand take his, he looked to her. He gave a dry chuckle. "That's putting it mildly," he mused before anger consumed him again, "That was not her call to make. She should have come to me. We could have figured something out!" Angrily, he punched the wall, actually causing a small dent as the frames on it shook slightly. It was fair to say he wasn't coping well.
Her stomach rumbling did make him look back to her and it soothed him slightly. "I think the poison is leaving your system," he mused softly before nodding, "Very well, let's." Maybe it would take his mind of all this, but he doubted it.
Hearing the rambling and seeing how tired he looked, Hella was sure she had never seen him like this. "It is odd that she wasn't more wiry of him. She normally is," she agreed thoughtfully as she felt him wrap his arm around her. She finally took that as a sign it was okay to touch him and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close for a moment, both for him and her.
"Didn't I," she replied softly, feeling like this was all her fault, before she nodded, "Yes, let's go to the tree." Getting up, she kept close to him, but silent, a comforting presence. The tree was old and like she had told him had a tone of branches and roots. It was far enough away from everything that it was almost silent out there and dark. "This is it," she said as she looked at it, "But I have no idea why I should be here."
Moving from his side, she slowly began to circle the tree. It looked normal, nothing odd about it. "This was a waste of...," she began before she paused. There was a sound... a whimper? It seemed to be coming from below her. Kneeling down, she searched the mass of roots in the darkness before something white caught her eye. A bundle. Curiously she took it from its hiding spot and carefully unraveled it. She froze. "By the gods...," she whispered as she stared at a tiny baby. It looked like it could not have been born long ago, at most a week, and felt icy to her touch. Quickly she bundled it up again and cuddled it to her chest. It dawned on her. That's why she was supposed to come here.
Farah had thought that Set hadn't loved her completely, and it was easy to see why. Amira could see that this was not the case. It was centuries later and he was still mourning her. The realization was breaking him when he wanted to blame Osiris for it all. The wife part was a bit more confusing, considering there were many different myths.
Wisely, Amira didn't ask about the wife, or any other part of the history. Approaching his side she took his shaking hand in hers. "I'm sorry, Set, it sounds as if you've led a complicated and rough life. Even if he could have saved her...she knew she had to for something...that's what the pale woman with the red hair said to her. I don't know exactly what."
Her stomach began grumbling, if not more than that. She gave a soft chuckle. "Why don't we get something to eat, Set?"
"How could we have known that Loki had worked with her? How she didn't expect Loki to turn her in...maybe we should go to that tree..." Forseti sounded tired, for being a god he looked worn down and tired. Away from the commotion and death.
"You didn't do anything...I am sorry if I sound like I blame you. You are a good voice," Forseti wrapped his arm around her shoulder. By sunrise she'd go through the worse pain in her life, and some small debt would be paid back.
It was clear that Forseti had no idea how to handle this and Hella couldn't blame him. They were gods. They didn't know how to handle a death of their own. Once outside she steered him slightly away from all the chaos until they could sit down in mosly peace.
Taking a deep breath, she looked to him. "Not much of importance. Mostly yelling at me how it was all my fault she got exiled. Insulted me. I didn't say anything, but that was because siblings have a strange dynamic. We don't need words to say how we feel. We simply know," she told him softly before thinking on it, "She kept mentioning a place though, a tree. She never actually said what it was, just the place we used to play when all was right. The tree was very old, had a lot of branches and roots. A lot of hiding places. We found there is actually one here that is similar." She gestured into the general direction that wasn't far from here, but further into the woods.
Nodding, she gently rested her hand on his arm. "I know and I won't ask you to. This was an act inexcusable," she told him truthfully as she looked out into the dark, "I'm so sorry, Forseti." He knew she was apologizing for having let her sister live the first time.
How to explain all the things that have happened in a god's life? It was simply too much. Set gave a small chuckle. "This is just one of many instances," he mused grimly as ran a hand through his hair and thought of it, "Osiris seduced my wife of once. There had always been a rivalry of sorts, it's natural when you are brothers. But that sort of started it all. It became easy to blame him for any and everything, such as for what happened to Farah. He is the god of the underworld. Surely, he could help her... It drove a wedge between us that can never be repaired." His voice became tight and low, his hand slightly shaking.
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