Fate doesn't work that way

It started with three drunk gods, and one drowning mortal. It snowballed into a quest for destiny with bound gods, sky prisons, mazes of death, and far too many disasters.


8. Prisons and old friends

    The hood was pulled off a while later, after he’d stumbled blindly through a number of hallways, kept from falling by the guard behind him. He found himself in an underground passage. It was a dead end, with a single cell. He had no doubts as to who the occupant of that cell was going to be.

    To nobody’s surprise, the guard flung him into the cell, chaining his arms to the wall, then leaving. The hallway rapidly grew dark, and Kanat let out a soft groan. Already, he was hating his experience as a mortal. Was this how all mortals lived?! Did they fight and harm each other so easily, so willingly? That couldn’t be right.

    Now that T’haila was gone, he was left alone with nothing but memories. He tried to close his eyes, but that only made them worse.

    You’re a god?” Her voice was breathless with awe.

    How had she found out?! He’d kept it so secret… he’d have to leave her now. Once they found out, the primordials would be watching him. He had less than a week to abandon her, or he’d be punished.

    “Yes…” his voice was reluctant. She didn’t seem to care, as she only held him closer.

    “Why didn’t you tell me?!” she demanded. “I thought you loved me!”

    “I didn’t tell you because I loved you, Tani.” His voice was pained. “Gods are forbidden to stay with mortals. It’s an ancient law. I’m not allowed to remain with you. I’m… sorry.”

    “No,” her eyes became intense suddenly. “You’re here with me now. You were a god when you came, what difference does it make now? Why court someone if you’re just going to leave them?”

    There was nothing he could say to that. He could only run, feeling her eyes burning into his back.

    He opened his eyes, shuddering. She’d always thought highly of herself. He still couldn’t understand how she’d known he was a god. There was no way she should have found out. And yet she did. Somehow. Why hadn’t she shunned him? Why had she instead decided that this must make her above all others? What had driven him to court someone like her?!

    He’d had so many girlfriends. T’haila had been the only one he’d ever truly been afraid of. Any mortal that thought they were worthy of being a goddess was to be feared. Or mocked. It depended on the situation. But he had the feeling that if T’haila truly wanted to become a goddess, nothing in this world would be able to stop her.

    One thought circulated in his mind, bouncing back and forth. How had she known so quickly what had happened to him? Someone had to have told her. But who? As far as he knew, only the gods were aware of his punishment. So had a god told her? What god would risk communication with a mortal- especially one as dangerous as her? As far as he knew, none of them were as stupid as he was. They would know better than to risk it.

    That irritating burn that he felt when he was apart from the girl started up again. That gave him something to distract him from the confusion of dealing with T’haila. He cursed the girl under his breath, hating her for what she’d done to him. Hating her for getting him into this position. And still that elusive question remained. How had she known?! He closed his eyes, wishing that he had his powers back. He would die like this. He was certain of it. If he remained trapped in this miserable form he would die.

    A sudden burst of cold made him open his eyes. When he saw the source, he let out a groan, and closed his eyes again.

    “Jinea, please. Now is a really bad time.”

    “It’s never a bad time for me.” Jinea, Goddess of tricks and thievery, was leaning against the wall of his cell. She may have been one of his best friends, but right now she was one of the last people he wanted to see.

    “What are you even doing here? You know you’re not allowed to interfere.”

    “I’m not interfering. I’m having a conversation. That doesn’t count. Tith does it with his crazy followers all the time.”

    Kanat let out a soft groan. “Here to extend my torment?”

    “No, I’m actually here to provide some pleasant company,” she shrugged, sitting next to him. He glanced at her. She was smiling. He rolled his eyes and looked away. She wasn’t the one chained to a wall, powers gone, bound to a mortal. And that fire was still burning!

    “Look at you,” she chided. “Only a few hours as a mortal, and you’re already sulking.”

    Sulking?!” he demanded. “Listen to me, Jinea. Since I got here, I’ve been attacked, kidnapped, run into one of my ex girlfriends who thinks she’s a goddess, and now I’ve been locked up again. Not to mention the fact that I’m powerless, helpless, and enslaved to a girl who thinks I’m a demon. I’ve been played around with by mortals, so when I say I’m not in the mood for you games, Jinea, I mean it! Now leave me alone!”

    Her hand touched the side of his face. He flinched, her touch reminding him of T’haila. She withdrew, and sighed.

    “I thought you’d appreciate my company, Kanat. I thought you’d like to know that some of us still care enough to check in on you.”

    “It just reminds me of what I’m not,” he replied, pain in his voice. “I’m sorry, Jinea. I know you’re trying to help, but you’re really not. Unless you can free me, you’re going to have to leave me. That’s just how it goes. I’m being punished, and until my sentence is over, you know you’ll be punished if you try and speak to me. I know you’re trying to help, but you told me before not to be an idiot. Now my advice to you is the same. Don’t be an idiot. Leave me alone to suffer, until this miserable punishment is over.”


He looked up, staring at her in disbelief. “That’s it?

“Kanat, you’re in a death and doom mood. There’s nothing I can do to change that. So okay. If you want to live out your punishment, then I’ll leave you to it. Go ahead. Sulk away.”

She turned to go, and Kanat reached out for her. “Wait-”

Jinea turned back, eyebrows going up. “What? Changing your mind so quickly?”

“You’re mocking me,” he found himself saying. “Why bother, Jinea? Why make it worse? Do you just enjoy making others suffer that much?!”

“You enjoyed it as much as I did when you were a god,” she replied. “Don’t look so depressed. That girl of yours is a survivor. She’s handled herself for years. She can easily handle both of you. Sit tight, and you might just find that things can be much better than this. I should know. I was a mortal once.”

Kanat gritted his teeth. Before he could speak, she vanished in a swirl of light.

He wanted to scream. What purpose had that visit served?! All she’d done was show up, and remind me what he wasn’t. Why? Why bother with such cruelty?! What made her think that would make him happier?! What could possibly improve the fact that he was imprisoned by a crazy girl who thought she was a goddess?!

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