"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.
The anger was irrational, the thoughts was irrational, it was all a vague irrrational and chaos. The elder gods were managing most of it. Only Forseti seemed lost in the fog. When Hella got his attention he looked to her, almost past before nodding.
Following her outside, where there was the commotion and panic. "What did she say? You know I can't stop the punishment and nor do I want to." He said pointedly.
The only time that she remembered seeing Set like this was when he knew Farah had been with Osiris as well. The question was strange that she looked to him confused, as she started brushing her hair.
"Uh, I think so. This is close to that," Amira answered before looking back to him with a frown. "What's going on, Set?" She asked putting the brush down before walking over to him.
No one understood. Set had had a clue that possibly it hadn't been his brother all this time and still he simply believed that it was him, because it was easier and he didn't want to deal nor think about Farah's death. It was probably the hardest thing in his life and he had never gotten over it.
He let her walk out of the room, but by the time she had showered and dressed, he was still there. When she returned he didn't look at her, but simply asked, "Have you ever had moments where you might have known the truth, but simply believed it was different, because it was easier to handle?" It probably still didn't explain nearly enough of him, but it was a start.
Seeing that look on Forseti, it only then hit Hella. This was all her fault. If she had agreed to let them kill Asta for attacking her, Baldr would be alive now. The thought made her sick to her stomach.
Slowly she lowered her hand, knowing this was what Forseti had realized as well. "Very well," she simply said to the execution, knowing no one would be swayed this time and this time she wouldn't speak up.
Hearing the offer, she shook her head. It felt even more of like a betrayal, if she did that. Just then a guard came up to her, saying something along the lines of her sister's dying wish. With a sigh she looked to Forseti. "I'll be back in a moment," she said softly and followed the guard.
The conversation was more a tied up Asta yelling and insulting Hella, but a distinct thing she noticed was that her sister kept referencing a place from their childhood. Ultimately, she left without a word. Coming back, she found Forseti where she had left him. "Maybe we should get some fresh air," she suggested softly, but she wasn't sure how he would react to anything right now.
It was such a strange reaction from Set. Then again, she only knew who he was trying to act, and bits and pieces from the dreams. Sex was the most obvious thing that she knew about Farah and Set. Only, it was different now where she was not a part of a harem and had her own life.
"I wouldn't lie to you, Set. I don't have a reason to lie to you," Amira said softly before touching his arm. "I guess when you want to talk about it, we will. For now I am going to shower and dress."
It was going to be a difficult time for her to adjust but she was hoping there was some answers.
His father was dead, a god was dead...Forseti couldn't decide if it was real. Loki was around gloating and there was Asta yelling at him. They had been working together.
Looking to Hella with hollow eyes he looked to her. "She will be dead by sun rise. It won't even be my choice. If it was my choice, she'd still die by sun rise."
His tone was hard, he should have had her killed the first time. Instead he gave into the whims of a mortal. That mortal was to be his oracle. "If you wish to speak to her I will give you five minutes with several guards."
Asta stared at Loki when he grabbed her. Her eyes widened at what he said before she glared at him. "You bastard. How could you? After everything," she snarled back lowly before she was pulled away by the guards.
Hella still sat on the ground shocked. Her sister had done this. What were they going to do? Looking around, her gaze fell on Forseti. By the gods, his father was dead.
Slowly she got up and moved over to him, only gently touching his arm. They had never been announced as a team so for now she kept it hidden. "Forseti... are you okay?" she asked softly before looking after her sister, "What will happen to her?" She could imagine nothing good.
Set gave a small chuckle at that. "Well, lucky for you then," he mused as he watched her closely. It looked like most of the pain had subsided. That was a start and he was glad about that. He hated seeing her in pain.
Listening to what she said, he didn't move a muscle for a moment before he got off the bed, turning his back to her. "I don't want to hear it," he said curtly. He had blamed his brother for centuries and he didn't want to change now. He didn't want the defining moment in his life to be completely different than what he thought. It made him feel even worse than he already felt.
Where had Loki gone? Forseti looked to where he had seen Forseti before he heard the screams and commotions. Pushing to the center, there was his father crumpled to the floor like a doll. Forseti stared for a moment before Loki stepped forward.
"I'm am very glad you are enjoying the entertainment tonight! Baldr...he's done a very good job on his part. It was my poison...but it was this....sublime creature..." Loki said loudly grabbing Asta by the shoulders. Leaning down he smirked to her ear. "Did you think I'd keep you alive? It won't me, though...it will be them..."
He pushed her to the arms of one of the older gods who had her firmly.
"Wait! Before you kill her now...we will...deliberate on what to do. Guards take care of the people," Forseti stepped forward. Loki was already disappearing.
His father was dead, it barely struck him.
"It's not...I had them before...only the person was a visier during the time of Alexander the Great. It actually helped me on the test," Amira said running a hand over her stomach. That had been painful and awful. Something she didn't plan on repeating again.
"You must blame Osiris for her death. It wasn't him, or Marnin. It was Isis," Amira said softly. "She was likely to die within a year or so anyway...the first poison corroded her organs. She was feeling the effects. Isis offered her a main queen position or something...if she gave you both the poison. She took it for both of you..."
How could she ever be like that? It was outstanding.
Set had been relaxing when Amara shot awake like Anubis was chasing her himself. He knew what she had lived through. It was horrible to remember. How he hadn't realized a thing before she suddenly collapsed and was dying on the floor before him. This time she had died and he had mourned her lose for a long time, even if no one believed him. He had cradled her limp body in his arm until they had finally buried her in a way that would befit a queen, he made sure of that.
Coming back to the now, he calmly ran a hand through Amira's hair before pausing slightly. This was undoing all the things he had worked so hard on to forget. "I know... or at least Osiris and I figured as much when he later told me of her instructions," he explained, softly, trying to stay composed, "But this should have more or less been the last dream." He did want to give her a bit of an upside.
It seemed more luck to Asta that the watchdog Forseti just up and left. With a practiced ease she moved through the crowd of people like any servant would until she reached the head of the table where Baldr sat. It was easy enough switching the empty goblet for a new one with the laced poison. It would be near impossible to stab a god to death, but this poison should. Gleefully, she saw Baldr take the goblet as she slowly made her way to the door.
It was a joyous feast and Hella was enjoying herself, strangely enough. Maybe it was the knowledge that she would now be with Forseti from now on. However in that moment something caught her eye. A familiarity that only she could pick up. Asta. Even in a disguise, she could pick out her sister. Her sister noticed the gaze and flashed her a smile.
Whether it was that a guard noticed the gaze or the poison working faster than expected, suddenly all hell broke loose as Baldr collapsed and people were pointing everywhere, screaming and running about. In this confusion Hella lost sight of her sister, but she would see her again rather shortly in a situation she would never forget.
It wasn't truly goodbye, that was what the woman said, there would be a time in the distant future. The woman also said that she would die due to her bodies affliction from the poison, either way. Her sacrifice would be happen to ensure the men she loved would be there for that distant day in the future.
"Of course," Farah sat down by him, despite her position. Looking to Isis she gave the smallest of smiles. Sitting through the small speech from Isis and few words from Set. She took the cup, looking to the dark liquid in second thoughts.
[i Hurry, she'll notice soon,] her inner voice said. Farah gave Set a quick kiss on the cheek before taking a good drink. It didn't taste bitter until the second gulp.
The goblet dropped dramatically, before she collapsed, the poison stinging her throat before eventually it was all dark.
For a second time, Farah woke up in panic, this time it was like she had been rammed in the gut. Sputtering she clutched her stomach before it slowly released into an empty feeling. She sacrficed herself...for them...tears pricked her eyes.
"Set...I felt her death..." She said softly. "She sacrificed herself...for you and Osiris...Did you know that? Isis was going to kill you both. She took the poison for you both."
Somehow during all of this, he was blissfully unaware until he swore he saw Loki skirting about. Frowning, he followed that figure, it wasn't Asta but rather Loki himself. All it would take was these moments unattended.
"I believe I smell a rat," Forseti said in a low tone going out to reach for the figure that he was stalking.
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