Chapter 14 - The Unbearable Truth (2/2)

In a fit of anger, I kicked open Xavier's door, to find an empty room. Everything was knocked over and blood was splattered over the bed. One of his swords was left behind, dried blood covered the entire blade. I searched the room and I found something scratched onto the door. ”Stay away.” Inside the scratch marks was black residue.

”C'Dor.” I spat out.

I took at my watch again, and pointed it at the blood. It spun out of control. ”What is going on?”

Solskin

I sat in my room. Defeated. I had run out of tears to cry. The spartan room became bleaker with each moment.

”Naive little child!” I cried out. I stared at my sword strapped my hip in disgust. ”What use is training if we all die!”

”Oh look at me! I'm a country hick trying save the world” I hissed in a bitter, mocking tone. ”I couldn't even save my friend!”

Someone knocked on my door. I opened it, hoping to find Xavier. Persephone. She was staring at me with a concerned look.

”Are you alr-” I slammed the door in her face, but she continued to speak. ”You should know that Xavier is missing. What do you want to do?” I felt something cold run through me with that, and something started to pound in my ears. Dimly, I heard Xavier's voice: Mordred's death is tragic, but let that drive you to never let it happen again. We'll find his killer.

I started to shake: Mordred's. Tragic. Death. Killer.

I sank my to knees, covering my ears: Mordred's Killer.

I stared at my hands in horror. They were stained red with blood. The blood of my friend. The blood of Mordred.

When I was eight, I became special. I gained abilities that allowed me to fight. At first, I thought it was Loki taking pity on me. It dawned on me, it came with a price. It wasn't a gift, it was a curse. Floating into the air. Trees crying blood. People hearing strange voices. People choking around me.

I laughed. My first laugh in a long while. It felt good. Loki had given me this power. I naively trusted the Trickster. It wasn't a gift of fortune. It was a charm of bad luck. I was the source of all of their troubles. I was the monster. I was It. I felt right, realizing who I truly was. Evil incarnate. The wolf in sheep's clothing.

I felt my very soul lift with joy. I knew the truth now. It wasn't the Three Kings, it was me. Mordred's blood was on my hands. Then, I remembered what Xavier told me.

”Time to let this never happen again.” I whispered softly, repeating Xavier's words to the empty room.

I drew my sword. The sword's sharp edge gleamed from the sunlight. I ran my finger along the sharp blade. A twinge of pain. Blood welled up from the wound. It mixed with Mordred's. ”Forgive me, Persephone, Mordred, Xavier. This is all my fault.”

I slowly turned the tip towards my stomach. Someone started to knock at the door, and with each moment, it became louder, louder, and louder. Probably Persephone again, I thought. The knocking stopped and I smiled. I would die in blissful silence. I plunged the sword into my stomach. It was icy cold.

”This is probably what Mordred felt like when I killed him,” I laughed, a trickle of blood oozing out of my mouth.

There was large crash as the door was blown to bits, and I saw Persephone's horrified face.