Chapter fifty seven: I will burn the world to get my son back

POV: Freya

My child was gone with him, the last piece of my heart.

I stood there in the middle of the forest, my senses dizzy from the recent chaos and I could barely comprehend what had just happened. Everything felt surreal, like I was caught in a bad dream that wouldn’t end.

Kaelith__ the Riftwalker  had taken him.

My stomach churned. It didn’t feel real. The child, my son was meant to be safe and was supposed to grow up here, in our world, where he belonged but now, he was gone and I had no idea where he was or how to get him back.

The only thing I remembered and stuck in my mind, was the child’s frightened face as he was taken away, his small body glowing with an unnatural light as Kaelith disappeared into the rift with him. The stars had faded one by one, and the world had gone dark. My heart had shattered in that moment. The bond we shared, the future I had beautified for him was being ripped apart, away from me.

I walked forward and backward, my finger running through my hair.

My hands trembled as i could feel the power that lived within me begin to rise, slowly at first and 'boom' with force. I tried to be calm, to think carefully but it was impossible to focus. A fire had ignited deep in me, a blaze fueled by fury and grief__pains. The child was mine. He was a part of me, and now I had lost him. The anger curved in my chest like smoke but it was different now, it was darker, Powerful The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

"Freya."

Finnick’s voice shattered through the blaze of my thoughts. I could hear him but he sounded far away, like he was speaking from another world. His footsteps crushed on the forest dry leaves, his presence pulling me back, even though I was still within his reach.

I spun to face him, my heart heavy in my chest. His expression was full of worry and confusion but I couldn’t look at him, not now. Not when I was so consumed by the grief that felt like it would kill me.

"Freya, please," Finnick pleaded, his voice flooded with concern and pity. He reached out trying to touch my hand but I matched away before he could touch me.

“Don't ” I muttered, my voice shaky. “Don’t touch me.”

He froze, hurting but he didn’t stop. Finnick’s eyes searched mine, like he was trying to figure out what was happening to me. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose everything in a blink.

“I need to fix this,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. The words felt like they were suffocating me. “I can’t let him stay there. I can’t…”

I couldn’t finish the sentence. The thought of the child being trapped in that world where Kaelith had taken him, it was so much, alot. My chest hardened and before I could stop it, my palms began to glow, my powers emerging from within, raw and uncontrolled.

“Freya, please,” Finnick pleaded again. “Calm down.”

But it was of no use. The anger, the helplessness, the feeling of being betrayed, it was all rising to the surface, turning my heart into a tornado. I couldn’t calm down. Not when the child was not with me anymore.

The power inside me broke like lightning and I could feel the ground under me moving. The air around us began to shift, bending under the weight of my emotions. I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care who saw it, who felt it. This was happening and nothing would stop it.

“Freya, you’re losing control,” Finnick said, his voice softer now. He was trying to reach me, trying to calm me but I didn't care. His voice didn’t sound like it was meant for me anymore. It sounded like it was coming from far away.

“I can’t lose him, Finnick,” I said but the words felt like they would break me. “I can’t.”

The venom I had been holding inside for so long was flooding out now, and I didn’t know how to stop it. I didn’t even want to pause it. Not when it felt like this.

I stepped away from him, not caring if he followed. My power lurked around me, surrounding me in a protective form. The trees dried as I walked past, their branches bending under the weight of my emotions. Finnick’s voice faded.

I could feel the ground beneath my feet shaking, like the very earth was reacting to my fury. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed to fix this. I needed the child back.

I raised my hands to the sky, summoning the energy within me. The air swirling around me like a tornado. I could feel the power of the world responding and bending to my will, urging me to do what I want.

I called out, “I will not let you take him from me!” My voice rang out, thundering through the forest, sending a rift of energy through the trees. My vision blurred as the power built, rising higher but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I needed to make him hear me.

I shut my eyes, focusing all my energy on the rift, on Kaelith, my child. I reached for the thin thread that connected us, that bond I had shared with him since his birth. The connection had always been so strong but now it felt like it was fraying, stretching too far. It wasn’t enough not when he's gone.

The power inside me thrust forth, wild and uncontained. I felt myself being pulled, drawn into the rift, into the space where Kaelith had taken him. I could feel the pull of it, the way it was trying to take me away from everything I knew. But I wouldn’t go, not yet.

“Freya, stop!” Finnick’s was suddenly behind me, breaking through my thoughts.

I spun around quickly and there he was standing just a few pace away, his eyes wide with shock. His face was pale and his hands were trembling as he reached out to me.

“I can’t lose him, Finnick,” I muttered again, my voice shattered. “I cannot.”

His eyes softened for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the whole world. The venom inside of me muted, just enough for me to see him clearly but it wasn’t enough to stop the pain. The pain of losing the child of my life,  losing everything.

“I know, Freya but if you keep doing this, you're going to lose yourself, too. We can’t go into that place without knowing what it’s going to cost or happen to us, we ought to be alive to rescue the child. We need to think. We need to...”

But I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t want to think. All I wanted was my child back.

“I’ll do anything,” I interrupted him, I felt fierce more to myself than to him. “I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Finnick matched forward, his hand brushing my hair gently. “We’ll find a way out together,”  his voice firm and calm, though I could see the fear in his eyes. “ we need to be careful but You’re not alone in this, Freya. I’m here with you.”

I wanted to trust him. I wanted to believe that he could fix this, that we could fix this together. But the truth was, I didn’t know if that was even possible. The rift was closing in on us and the child was seen no where and there was nothing I could do to stop it. We stood helpless.