Bewildered and Hurt Part II

[Kenyon Ahearn]

Bewildered and Hurt Part Two

Kenyon stumbled into the alleyway, there she was. A face ghostly white, a thin, curled up smile wicked in every way. Her eyes were narrow and sharp; staring straight at him.

“Welcome Kenyon, I’m glad you were able to find me”

With a wicked laugh, she pointed at his heart;

“What do you follow, your heart or mind, your heart wants honesty and truth, yet your mind seeks strength and power.”

Kenyon stammered, completely bewildered by the sight before him, the Avatar was there questioning him almost quizzing him;

“I follow the path of Gaea, the real path, the true path.”

“Blasphemy!” she cried,

“There is nothing under Gaea’s shelter that suits you, you are a false follower, a blasphemer and a liar!”

Kenyon stood there, his heart sank and his eyes dropped to the floor; “You’re wrong…” but was she? For days he had felt his power draining form him, depression had encompassed his whole life.

She glared at him, with a much colder voice she replied;

“I offered you the greatest gift, in your dreams I offered you redemption, justice and power. The only thing you had to commit was your blood and loyalty, yet you rejected my offer. Your mind is still strong, but your body is weakened, your spirit diminishing and yet you still resist…Why?”

In a much softer voice and looking straight at her, Kenyon replied;

“Yes, you offered me something I have never had, but I don’t need your power nor do I need your will, I seek family and friends, happiness and compassion. In your ranks there is none of that, your gifts are blood, you love is pain and your happiness is murder. I am nothing like you, I am your opposite and your enemy, I may be weaker, but I am not a fool. Leave this place now, for I never want to see your face nor your cruel temptations!”

She replied;

“You idiot, do you know who you are talking to? Do not dare command me, do not dare reject my will, for I AM the Avatar and I AM the loyal servant of Dennac, fear his power and his will!”

The floor started to shudder, Kenyon gasped as the skies darkened, it began to thunder, rain and lightning ignited a tree close by. She unsheathed a scepter from a leather bag, pure black and glowing.
“Ligo Quaedam Confuto” she chanted, Kenyon’s muscles stiffened, his eyes fixed on her, he was paralysed. With a mighty and crushing blow, Kenyon was hit in the face, breaking his Jaw.

Slowly, she walked up to him, placing her foot on his head, no longer able to talk, Kenyon’s eyes watered with fear and pain, his fists clenched but he was too weak to resist her now. Her foot pressed harder on his broken Jaw, she placed her scepter back into the leather case and began to chant again; “Odio Malum Efflixi”. Poison seeped through Kenyon’s veins, pain shattered his mind and spirit, his eyes closed, all around him became black.