Goddesss Touch Part V

Deimos swept the scrolls from the table before him. His eyes locked with the frozen image of son. He had made a crucial error in conquering the village on the northern gate. He nor his men knew that the young godling was there. When they were done word had gotten back to him that Ayanna had fallen ill at the death of their son. Not giving it any thought he rode from the village only to find her lying unconscious upon the ground. Her finger was locked against her chest as blue tears of anguish flowed from her eyes. He knelt by her side and pried her fingers open. The frozen image of their son lay motionless in the pam of her hand. She was the goddess of the air and she held the frozen image in the palm of her hand. There was nothing he could do to bring her out of her present state. He stared at the servant that entered the chamber. The crashing of the tray caught his attention and pulled him from his grief

“No, my lord please… please, forgive me, spare me.”

Deimos was used to people cowering away from him. He was curious as to why this woman was dressed in a morning shroud. Instantly Deimos went on alarm what the hell was the woman talking about. Why would he kill one of Ayanna’s maids?

“Halt your speech woman, tell me why you are so afraid.”

“Instantly she dropped to her knees and sobbed.

“Forgive an old woman, the young prince was in the village of Apia when you ordered the slaughter of the whole village.”

“Say that again.”

She stuttered the words out of her mouth.

“the…young, young prince was in the v…village when it was destroyed.”

Helena had lived her life and knew this would be the last day of her one hundred and twenty years. She didn’t flinch away from the death stroke that she knew to come. She was still in the knelt position, in an instant the black shroud that she once was fell to the floor.

Deimos roared as he lashed out. His fiery at what he had done swept through the room. What was orderly lay broken. His eyes beheld the figure within her grasp as he fell to his knees. Slowly he reached for her hand, his shaking fingers met with air as Ayanna snatched her hand away.

“Don’t touch him!”

“Ayanna…I… why was he there?”

She blinked several times before her expression went blank again.

Deimos felt the small separation within her heart and he clutched his chest. The pain a sliver had embedded itself into her heart. Deimos pulled himself from the memory as he turned to stare at the redness of the sky. He was a god of war and dwelling in an old memory would do nothing for his wife’s present state. He knew the moment she had gotten her memory back. The impact of its imprint slammed into him. The war that was about to be waged was of husband and wife.

He knew his plan may cost one of them their lives. But he had to take the gamble. The war had been put off for a full year. Now that Ayanna had returned. It would resume, the full impact of it would rock the plane they stood upon. His eyes found the jewel encrusted dagger she had given him in happier days. He knew Ayanna was ready for confrontation, but he would bring it to her. As Deimos turned and reached for the dagger. His mind eye saw the gathering of gods in the distance. His wife stood just before them, he heard the whisper of his name on the wind and responded.

“Deimos.”

“I am here wife.”

Ayanna’s eyes looked at Gregory before she turned to watch the black cloud approaching them. Deimos armor was as black as the night. It stood out in the light of the day. The only aspect of color was the glaring of the jewels from his dagger.

“Do you want me to greet him?”

“No, this a war between husband and wife. If I need you then I will call.”

She wasn’t shocked that Deimos came alone. She could see the war god’s raiders waiting in the distance of the sky. He walked smoothly on air. Ayanna lifted her hand and slowly rose in the air. The black armor she wore matched Deimos. Both husband and wife were prepped and prepared to fight.

They came within on foot of each other. Ayanna eyes slowly roamed over his figure. She could feel his pull. Deep inside she wondered about the broken piece of her heart.

“Can we talk about this Ayanna?”

“We are beyond words Deimos.”

“No. we have never talked.”

“What is there to talk about? There are only your actions. actions that caused Emir’s death.”

“Had I known…”

“Had you known what husband. Would you have spared that village?”

Ayanna was met with silence. So, she answered for him.

“We both know the answer would be no. the god of war spares no-one.”

“Ayanna, he was our son.”

“Tell me Deimos, did you mourn Emir?” where are the fires? Where? Where is there a thought spared for our son? There is none, therefore there are words between us.”

Those in the distance watched as the goddess of air and the god of war traded blows. Deimos deflected her blows easily and pressed his power upon her. The goddess of air took the blows in stride and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Revenge for Emir was on her mind. She ducked underneath the flash of Deimos’s sword and snatched the dagger from his side. In the moment when she would have thrusted it into his side. She stilled. Deimos looked down at his wife. His sword aimed in a downward strike, he too stood frozen stilled within air. The image of the god and goddess’s fight in the brightness of the sun was beheld by all as they too stood frozen. Sunni descended from its glare with the young godling on her arm.

“Shall we.” She spoke as she looked at the tragic scene before her. The nod of his golden head in gradience.

Silently they floated over to the figures.

“go to the Emir, let them know you are reborn. Heal them so our plane can thrive.”

Within the plane of the gods Emir a being of time approached his parents. He held no ill will towards his father nor his mother. As soon as he reached them, he took their weapons from her hands. Opening the palm of his hand he watched as they floated suspended before him. lightly he leaned in and kissed his mother’s cheek and then his father’s. Deimos hand grasped his heart as he blinked several times. In his heart he did not want to kill his wife and he was certain she did not want to kill him. Ayanna blinked several times before she mimicked the actions of her husband. Her eyes looked down at the hand that held the missing dagger before they rose to the figure beside him.

“Emir.” She whispered as her eyes watered. He offered her a smile and bowed his head to them. Deimos ears heard the rich tone of his son’s voice.

“Can we talk about this needless war?”

Emir knew they both were to stun to say anything or notice that time itself had stopped moving.

“Mother you must forgive father, he would have not known I was there that day. I went to put a stop to the carnage. I knew they would slay me. Sunni said they would. But it had to be done to reach my maturity, for I am the god of time.

“Time.” Deimos mumbled as he stared at his son. “Forgive me Emir, hurting you was never to be.”

“I know father, but I needed My death to survive.”

“Yes mother, I felt your warmth, turmoil and love. I felt the detachment of my death. There was no need to sacrifice a year of life. emptying your memory would not have held me. I just developed into whom I was meant to be.”

“Did Sunni know all this?”

“Sunni is all powerful. I guess she suspected this but no. I only came to be the other day and sought her out. My frozen form cracked and I was reborn.

Emir waved his hand and everything was restored. Ayanna returned to Gregory side.

“Ayanna, what is happening?”

“It’s Emir, Gregory. He has been reborn. Reborn?”

“Yes.”

“Deimos?”

“He knows. Emir has explained everything.”

“What now?”

“We go home.”

Gregory raised his hand after he watched the retreating of Deimos and the retreating of his men in the distance. Those who came with Ayanna headed Gregory’s prep and turned away to retreat from the battle ground. the turmoil that reigned in the plane of the gods was ended by a single action. the god of time walked slowly through the land. His voyage carried him to the small village of his death. Bending down he grasped up the powdered dirt within his hand. He stood up and opened his fingers to watch it blow away with the plains wind. In time he knew those died would be reborn. He knew in time he would come to look over them again.

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