Patrons-Legacy of the Gods

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"Ahh!" I screeched horrifically. As I made out the obvious, eerie features, I could not stop staring at her tight limbs. Her hands. Oh god- the gore. I almost hurled. The fuck happened?

She held out one of her sickening arms, revealing trails of dark red and grime. Is it her? Her palm faced forward, as if delivering a message of reassurance. It bobbed up and down. Her hood came tattered, ripped and torn at the rims. I wanted to know. I have to know. What did they do to her?

I still steadied our gap between us, noting all the others coming. They'll find us. Eli, too.

"Puneet?" I whispered.

"I can't explain right now, but...this is not what you think. I-" her voice was slow. Tired, too. Has she slept at all?

"What was going on back there? With you and him?" I caught a few glimpses of her back with the blue-eyed and clothed girl after trying to fight the obnoxious one who almost wore the same colors as I.

"I almost caused...something. They said I angered a few." Her hands shook.

"Look, I don't know what they want from us, something to do with whatever these gods did o-or..." I couldn't conclude anything. Abstaining from staring at her crimson-smeared gauntlets, I impulsively jumped to: "Who did you..murder? Why?"

She pivoted back, stricken from my concurring thought.

"There were already dead people laying there, Kayla," she backlashed, "We didn't do anything to those corpses. Over twenty-six of them. Twenty-six, like he said. I'm not lying. Y-you know I never lie."

I just reached over, grasped her by the shoulders, and expressed, "Please. You're not separating. You can't go off alone, doing...this. We don't know them yet." I hesitated. "We might learn how to do these things, maybe you will soon. I'm here. I'm here." I noticed myself shivering. "We're less shitty than those guys. We're still here, we're not deviating, okay?" I didn't know if she was listening.

"They're coming. I hear...all of them." She whirled, finding Julianna at the front, placing a fake smile on herself, hiding her ugly truths. "He's waiting somewhere. I- I have to get back." She rushed off to the inky slab of stone, but instantly stopped. Her clothes and body flew still. With one quick glance, she passed on a little wave. Seconds later, she entered inside, vanishing before they all arrived. Everything's off. Nothing normal. Nothing normal.

"Oi, Ramses!" A voice dispersed from the little crowd of colors. I couldn't identify who it was, likely that I never met the person myself. I trudged back to my jaded pillar until I was confronted with the very person we feuded on the battleground.

"Didn't know you had it in you, patroness." Her hissing vocals. She already got on my nerves. Can't she just shut up?

"Only you went for the new ones," I spat out against her arrogance. "You can't pull a proper fight." I probably thought I sounded stupid saying that. In truth, I did sweat and burn from those honest hits, though.

She leaned against the opposite side, the crowd dispersing around and mingling in the middle. "Why'd you not fight back? You can't admit defeat?" She cocked her head to the side, making a mockery of concern. "Poor Kayla, under a weak one. We're not even normal. Not even any of you." She chuckled an annoying, exasperating indication of ego. If I could just strangle her into that sparkling lake and clog that mouth-

No, that's too much to handle. "You already know Rowan and Eli's stupid fights?" Were they stupid? It was rather Rowan and her disdaining us the first time we met. Telling us to fuck ourselves and whatnot. "How about this? You could, I don't know, tell him to stop all at once." I couldn't compose her inclination to this plot.