The Seasons

Chapter 50

Summer showed up half an hour later, and Neo caught him up on everything he missed, and his eyes snapped over to Sion, who was still glued to Chaos’s side, much to Slaine’s dismay, although he hadn’t voiced it.

“How the f**k do we stop prophecies if we don’t even know what the hell they are?” Jem hissed as he waved his hands in annoyance, glaring at the floor.

“He’s right,” Wing mumbled as he stood beside Cairo. Slaine stared at the shirt that was obviously too large for Wing’s more petite frame but would have fit perfectly on someone as lean and muscular as Cairo, and he frowned. What the f**k. “Three prophecies have been completed, and we still don’t know what is happening; how do we even know that we will get out of this alive? What if we don’t?”

“We’ll be fine,” Summer said, rolling his eyes as he crossed his arms over his open button-down shirt.

“Look,” Levi said, causing all eyes to land on him. He stared blankly at everyone, and then his eyes landed on Slaine, who made eye contact and refused to look away. “I feel for you; I do. You all got caught up in another one. If you don’t do this, you will die, and I’m sorry. But why the f**k do I have to be here? Emil told me to come apologise, and I've done so, so can’t I leave?”

“No,” Blue deadpanned. “Shut up and sit down.”

Movement caught Slaine’s eye, and he turned to look at Summer, who had moved so he was now a couple of feet away from Levi; he found it odd but chalked it down to the fact that Levi was a vampire, and he was human.

“There are two prophecies left,” Wing whispered, and everyone in the room turned to stare at him. He looked down at his shoes and continued, “The creator's control will anger the tides, and all will go under, and death will drown in the shadows, losing life’s warmth. We need to figure out what the f**k both of those mean because I don’t want to die.”

“And we will-”

“How?” he snapped. “How we figured out this one? Oh, wait, we didn’t. We knew nothing about Sion until he arrived at Slaine’s doorstep. And where the hell is Winter?” The last question was aimed at Aether, who sighed.

“As I tried saying earlier, I went to his home, and he opened the door, drunk. He said he was going for a walk to clear his head and did not want me to come along, so I waited for him. But I received the call to leave before he could return. I left a note for him if he does come home while I am here. He should know to come here.”

“I’m going to take Wing to get some fresh air,” Cairo said, forcing a smile as he looked down at Wing with concern.

“I’m fine; I don’t need-”

“Yes, you do; we’ll be back in a bit,” Cairo replied, cutting him off and placing his hand on the small of his back to nudge him out the door.

Slaine sighed as he ran a hand through his short dark hair, stared at Chaos and Sion, and tried to wrap his mind around everything that had happened within the last hour.

Chaos’s first blessing was alive and well. Said blessing escaped from somewhere, which caused prophecy number three to occur, and now he was feeling weird and wasn’t quite sure what to do.

But it brought forth the question: where exactly did Sion escape from? And who had kept him locked up all these years?

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