The Loneliest Traid

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  • Published: 2 Apr 2017
  • Updated: 13 May 2017
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Love and death and war and Gods and blood and magic and dancing and rest and revenge and kings and fate.
Don't worry, within these three stories you'll know yourself,
And I will put you back together again.


79. If I Measured Their Lives Differently

There is another world somewhere, where none of what you have read is true, where since Nona handed me their lines, a cut it an inch, stretched it out.

    This is that story.


    Chene and Gomez should have met, stumbled upon each other.  They would have been tortured, and maybe Gomez would never trust him the same - this time around he would not be dying quite so soon.

    He’d run, and they’d meet in the war.

    And maybe Gomez would have died of exhaustion, but maybe not.    

    Maybe they moved to a little orphanage and Chene would stay up with Gomez all night and tell him of the abuse he endured when he was young in a place like this, and they’d drink tea, and Meliae would visit and Noom would just grow to love Chene anyway.  And maybe they’d take in the children, and Gomez would grow flowers all day and Chene would love him more than war.

    Maybe.  And then would Meliae become queen?  Would Cinis be dead?  Would the war continue and drag countless bodies with it?


    Would Eros live?

    And would Ichais and Estha never fall out, and would they stay together in the towns they reached?  Or even in the second realm, where they’d be fed and clothed and showered in love?  And why would they go - money is not a scratch on love.  So they’d stay in the forests until Cinis pouched the two and carved their skin from their bone, all for his sister who nw danced on his grave.


    And would Samhain be alone?

    Would you leave Eros with him instead, and Jinmi can stay in the dark, both in Mavros, and about the girl he loved - and Dapnhe would live in fear, and her flowers would never even have a chance to see the light.


    Before you judge us, and before you tell us that we cause all this death, think of what we did for the good.

    My sister was right, it was what needed to be done.

    Even then, it was not our decision to make.

    But you’ll know of that soon.

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