Continued from 52/366 – In Between (Cont.)
“Why did you stay here for four hours?” Morn asked.
“Why did you stop breathing?” Master Scaine asked. “We weren’t sure that you were actually dead.”
“You said I wasn’t breathing,” Morn replied, confused.
“It was odd. You weren’t breathing, but you also were. It took you a full three minutes to breathe in and another three to breathe out. It was like you were frozen or something,” Celeste said. “What happened in there?”
Morn looked at his mother, “Dad’s not dead.”
“What? You said he died when the zombies attacked.”
“That’s what everyone told me, but Findecno just showed me what happened. He left,” Morn said. “There is something else you should know too. Dad is Rashem’s brother.”
Morn watched his mother’s expression change from concern to confusion. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out as she sat down on the grass.
“Your father is Rashem’s brother?” Master Scaine asked. “Who is Findecno?”
“Findecno is the god locked away in this prison,” Morn said. “He said that a part of him had become corrupted, and he chose this.”
“How many gods are around here?” Celeste asked. “I’m not sure what’s happening here.”
“I need to talk to Azariah,” Morn said. “I think that the lake will be fine for now, but I think Azariah didn’t tell me everything.”
“The lake is safe now?” Master Scaine asked.
“As far as I can tell,” Morn said, nodding.
“Where did you go?” Master Scaine asked.
“Findecno called it ‘in between.’ Though, I don’t know what that means,” Morn replied. “Are you okay, Mom?”
“I-I don’t know,” she replied. “You said your father is a god. Why would he leave if you were here?”
“He left because I didn’t need him anymore,” Morn said. “That’s what Findecno told me.”
“We can talk about this when we get back to the town. Hopefully, we can get back before everyone is gone,” Master Scaine said.
Morn nodded. “Come on, Mom. You can ride with me.”
Helem nodded and got to her feet using Morn for support. “Thank you.”
“AZARIAH!” Morn shouted as they began walking to their horses.
“What?” their familiar voice said from the edge of the woods. “What’s so pressing?”
“You lied to me,” Morn said, letting his mother go with Master Scaine.
“I didn’t lie,” they said.
“Did you know my father was a god?” Morn asked.
“Perhaps,” Azariah said. “I know a lot of things. Some I want to share, and some I don’t. What’s it matter?”
“You didn’t tell me anything about that,” Morn said as he walked toward them. “Why didn’t you tell me about my father?”
“If you didn’t know already, why would I tell you? It’s not my job to interfere with Krovlen and his wishes. There are a lot of deities that choose to do strange things for their own reasons,” Azariah said, shrugging.
“You could have told me he wasn’t dead,” Morn said. “If you knew, why not say anything? You are a deity of change, right? Why not revel in the fact that you would get to break the news to me instead of Findecno?”
“You met Findecno?” Azariah asked, their eyes drifting in the direction of the lake. “How is the old two-brain?”
“How did you get put in that prison?” Morn asked.
“I told you already,” Azariah said, “Why are you grilling me for information now? Nothing’s changed from before.”
“A lot has changed. I’m a demi-god that just figured that out. The son of a deity and a sorcerer, and I’m not sure why you would lie to me, or withhold information that I could use,” Morn said.
“A lot is happening right now,” Azariah said, taking a step back, “I’ll meet you back at the town.”
Azariah moved to try to get away, but Morn’s hand was already wrapped around the being’s cloak. When Azariah teleported, Morn was dragged along with them. Morn felt his feet leave the ground, and the temperature drop rapidly to a cold he had never experienced before. Suddenly, he found himself standing in the room he had met Azariah in.
“Why are you trying to run from me,” Morn asked, pulling Azariah close to his face.
“You figured that out quickly,” Azariah mumbled.
“What is going on?” Morn asked. “Tell me everything.”
“I can’t!” Azariah said. “Krovlen would lock me up, or worse. You don’t understand how ruthless he can be!”
“My father isn’t ruthless. He sleeps all the time and sits in his recliner. Or he did before all this started. I want the entire story,” Morn growled.
“Let me go, and I’ll tell you,” Azariah said.
Morn released their cloak and took a step back.
“Thank you, that’s much better,” Azariah said, falling onto a pillow.
“The story,” Morn said.
“I helped the wizard, okay? Are you happy? I helped them lock every deity we could find a way. I helped them, and then they locked me away,” Azariah said. “You know, that old tale of the betrayer gets betrayed.”
“It seems too easy,” Morn said. “If you locked away all the deities, why not my father? Why was he here to produce me? Why didn’t you stop Findecno from escaping with his corruption?”
“That is entirely another story,” Azariah said. “I didn’t want to get anywhere near that lake because of the stones surrounding it. You have no idea what those stones can actually do, do you? If I had stepped one toe in one of those clearings, I would have been sucked into that prison with him. No, thank you for that.”
“You’re rambling,” Morn said. “What about my father?”
“What about him? He was too powerful for the wizard to lock away. With Krovlen being one of the very few deities not locked away, he soon grew bored and decided to take on a mortal form. Soon after, he met your mother,” Azariah said. “He spent the next twenty years here in the material, slowly draining his strength.”
“Everyone said that the wizard was a long time ago. You said that you were locked away before the monastery came here,” Morn said.
“What is going on?” Morn asked.
He felt the fury rising in his stomach again. His ears and face felt hot. The answers he was getting from Azariah were not helping his feelings in the least, and he knew that if they kept talking, he would blow up.
“Your father returned to his native plane. He will likely rest for some time and then return as the war deity he always was before,” Azariah said.
Continued 55/366 – A God’s Child (Cont.)