Book 2: Chapter 68.2: Failed Talk Part II

Book 2: Chapter 68.2: Failed Talk Part II

Scarlet

The knowledge of that just washes over me and I cant help but lose my strength and fall to the ground.

A prophecy. I was abandoned. Because of a prophecy.

Nearly an entire minute passes in silence, the two seemingly not speaking and Allen and Cynthia staying quiet as well since they cant talk. Eventually I manage to life my head to look at White and Tar, just to find White looking at me with both longing and regret plastered all over her face.

I stare for a few seconds before my face hardens into a scowl and I finally climb to my feet.

No, I state out loud, making a wave of sadness cross her face. No. Just no.

I shake my head.

If what you said to Tar is true, youre not even going to bother telling me what this prophecy is, I state while looking White directly in the eyes. Not that it really matters. Because its obvious this prophecy was more important to you than me.

And my words actually make a tear begin to form at the edge of Whites eye. The strongest human in the entire world. Crying.

You know what? I dont even care, I mutter, feeling a wave of relief wash over the sheer depression from earlier. I dont. I look down at my fist. Now I at least know who I am. I pause at that thought to look up, Actually, whos my father?

She opens her mouth and then closes it again. So I turn to Tar, and he just shakes his head, apparently not allowed to tell me.

Guess it doesnt matter then, I state, my scowl growing deeper. You may be my mother by blood, but the only person who has ever been a mother to me has been Cynthia. And thats that.

White turns a sad look towards Cynthia, who is still unable to move. And I am very glad that she doesnt seem to be showing any hostility towards her for that, because I didnt really consider that she might.

Is there anything you need to tell me? I ask White while putting my hands in my coat pockets.

White turns back to me, nods, and says, Yes. This should be the last assassination attempt on you. Especially after I deal with the organization behind Destroyer. But now that a Class V Rogue has been killed, the other organizations would have to be stupid to try anything else.

Then you have my thanks for saving my life, I tell her, only to cut her off as she opens her mouth to speak, but this in no way makes what you did to me fine. And you are a long, long way from me ever forgiving you, if thats what youre hoping for.

The woman stiffens up slightly at that before the tear on her face suddenly vanishes in a tiny white light as she nods her head. But right when Im about to turn towards Allen and Cynthia, she says, Please at least consider forgiving your father. He it was my choice alone to follow the prophecy in every way. He wanted to raise you himself, but She pauses with a conflicted look on her face before glancing at Tar, who shakes his head.

Guess its something they arent allowed to say at this point?

Tar doesnt say anything. Although he doesnt avoid my gaze either. In fact, he even makes direct eye contact with me.

Hmm. Guess its safe to say that something important will happen during that Fracture. Something related to all this prophecy crap.

I really hate prophecies. Theyre just stupid and were better off without them.

White stares at me with way too much emotion on her face for a Knight. Knights are normally shown as the saviors of humanity, even if all of them are psychopaths and insane or just plain touched or messed up in the head. Although a lot of people do know that the Knights dont really care much about humanity in truth. Theyre just depicted to care by the government.

Blue is a psychopath.

Black I believe has a bit of a split personality. One being playful and the other extremely cold and uncaring. And he only cares about messing around and having fun for one personality, and only benefitting himself for the other.

Red is the very definition of a battle junky who literally only cares about battling on the front lines. Nothing more. Just battling. He will abandon people in trouble just to go fight hes so obsessed with it.

Purple is mute unless she is stating a prophecy or talking to people she cares about. And she doesnt bother herself with regular affairs. Which still makes me wonder why she bothers commentating on the Interschool Tournaments when she does. Because she doesnt exactly speak during them. Just sits there as someone else commentates.

Although her particular type of divination magic gives prophecies that are set in stone and unchangeable. Which are prophecies I don't mind as much as the self-fulfilling or changeable prophecies. But in general, there are like half a dozen different types of prophecies, each of which are given by different types of seer Guardians. Since not all Guardians give the same types of prophecies. Which makes me wonder what type of prophecy this one is.

I'm guessing the one who gave the prophecy was most likely a very high level, so it was probably specific. But that doesn't answer what type of prophecy it is. And considering how tightlipped they are about it, no one is likely to answer me any of this.

And White White basically erased her existence from the world except for her title, knowledge of her power and magic, and some basic information. Mostly because she has social anxiety from what Ive heard.

But this isnt what I expected from her. Not at all.

It doesnt change things though. Whats done is done.

I cant see myself forgiving her. But I myself know that I have a flippant personality sometimes and my thoughts on something can change on a dime, and I accept things too easily, so who knows. Maybe I might be able to forgive her in like a century.

Would you mind sending me to my suite at the campus? I need to get some rest for the tournament tomorrow, I state while crossing my arms under my chest. And she quickly nods before hesitating a moment and saying, Good luck, Scarlet.

I nod back. And then I find myself in the bedroom of my suite at the university.

Time to go to sleep. Theres been waay too much crap to deal with today at least tomorrows battles will be therapeutic in that sense.

I smile at the thought.