Chapter 20

*Xyne's POV*

She turns around more frequently finding herself a comfortable position, she sleeps so soundly on such a disastrous days.. did she forget about the apocalypse? i had never seen anyone so stupidly relax like her..."maybe that's just because you've been running away from many lives already..."

I still can't seem to understand why would rosetta forgive her... i had seen the memory of rossettas past, it wasn't intentionally done but she offered herself. Even so she is an adult, and rosetta was only but a child..."fear consumed you and you were a failure to not protecting her.."

I ran my hand to her neck and slightly hold my grip, "should i... kill her?" rosetta will come to hate me, but she isn't so simple... i very well know rosetta is hiding something, she holds my full memory, even the baby spirits memory... just what is she planning.

As i turn my grip into a pat on her head, i noticed her ring glowing and beeping, i took it and changed my voice to answere. "Hello"(in Vals voice) "uh- hello val! martha grew a sprout behind her neck, it grew into something that seemed to devour her life force! she looks well drained!" (well drained reminds me of well done steak...)

I was surprised... a very special being found it's rightful team... she will be a great individual and a contributor in saving the world... sadly the base will have to suffer multiple attacks. "Strengthen the walls, in force multiple protection and magic reflection barriers, let out the miasma and gather everyone. you are all going to be attacked by the next day as now they are trying to locate the sprout"

I hang up the call and gave it back to val, she was just sleeping clueless, while their base is about to face ruins. I casted protection barriers so she wont be attacked when i leave, I estimated when she'll wake up and luckily she'll wake up in a moment. I left my pendant to her pocket before leaving i mumbled "We both seemed to be playing in her hands val, but the real target of rosetta... seems to be you"

*Val's POV*

I felt so good, and energetic! i haven't slept in a while! i was always on guard even at the base- i was stealing from Alyssa's garden, i dont know when she'll come to jump on me and terrorise me!

I stretched myself and stood up, i noticed the barriers a while ago. It seemed like the person that chased me wasn't so bad-

I look around my surroundings and it was night time! "i have to go back!" i hurried myself back to the base, when i arrived multiple barriers were set! it was how many layers! and it seems to be adding uo continuously! I used my token to enter the barriers, entering even made me dizzy. it was all high level barrier spells, just who is it that is coming to attack us?!

As i walk my way to my courtyard, I noticed Yssa coming in my direction panicked "Va-val!! we've set multiple barriers! so what's happening?!" I was stunned; did i tell her that? it must be that person... as i walk away confused the mysterious watch in my pocket fell, it was very fancy. I picked it up and memories and informations started to flow.

The... the goddess Origin is martha!? but... Lydia was the goddess back then!? *another memory flash* i remembered Lydia telling stories about it was nit her who wrecked havoc when turnung into origin, but it was the first inheritor of the creators blessing! "Quick! have the three disciplines nurse martha' s fever, by tomorrow hundreds of evolved giants and thousands of mutants are finding their way to our base! they will come to devour the goddess!"

Yssa didn't question further and followed my instructions, i slit my finger and let my blood drop on the ground, i used the dark spell to create an illusion so no one will notice or come to care the existence of the sect. the spell was very well prepared and it will blast at 2.AM, next next morning.

"Martha..." she was the first goddess of origin... she didn't die but martha let Leon escape the village back then... but she became a corrupted goddess, and it was Leon herself and with her very own hands... she ended her mother's life.

To meet your mother, not in a flower field but in the battle field.