Chapter • 44

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Calisto ⋅• ♱

My eyes opened slowly, it was dark, it seemed cold and I could still hear whispers, someone seemed to whine.

"How can you sleep at a time like this?" A familiar voice questioned me, a voice that made my heart warm.

"Quinn?" I called her and could hear her low laugh.

"Hello, mon Chéri..." she returned "will you really stay asleep? She’s scared, she thinks you’re gonna die" Quinn said as she sighed, sitting next to me.

My body was heavy.

"What happened?" I asked as she tried to sit down and she sighed.

"Hummm, who knows? I can’t remember all the soldiers my father created, but I think you were wounded with one of Samael’s weapons."

The weapons of Samael.

He might have fallen, but his weapons had been trapped in Eden with his father and brothers.

They condemned him for creating them, and now they used the weapons they so abhorred. That place was really full of hypocrisy, it was depressing.

Literally depressing.

"How?" I asked "how are you here?"

Quinn