“Bilé?”
“He has many names that he is known by. Right now, most of the ones I use for him are bad. He was my husband,” she said with a small pout on her lips. “Consort, whatever…let’s just say things didn’t go so well and during one of our spats, he decided to curse the spirit of the beast of the Horde King. He did this because he knew he was my favored creation in this world. Considering I choose who receives the beast, it was one of the many ways he had tried to screw with me.”
“So you’re talking about God wars here?” I asked as a small shiver ran down my spine. Gods, when they got pissy, destroyed shit. They corrupted minds, and could easily destroy worlds.
“You have the idea. The curse was that the Horde King would need a match to balance him or he would become insane. Considering the strength of the spirit, there wasn’t any one who could be considered a match for him, and that is why Alazander became the tyrant that he did. Alazander was the strongest of the Horde Fae at the time; the only one worthy of being chosen. His beast could not find balance and Alazander wasn’t strong enough, or steady of mind to control him. Bilé knows I can’t undo the curse. He also knows I cannot directly interfere with my creations.”
“So what does that have to do with me?”
“Bilé might have unbalanced my Horde King, but I can influence, and I can create something new, so I made a match for Ryder by making you, Synthia,” she said conspiratorially.
“You said one of many ways he’s tried to screw with you,” I replied, rubbing my temples from the implications of everything she was saying.
“He and I have been at odds for a long time. Everything that has been happening in Faery points to him. He is the Hades to my Demeter, death to life. As I told you before, there are something’s I can’t foresee, but I can see what will balance and repair what he has done. Your children will be born with the Four Royal Caste’s blood pulsing in their veins. They will help stabilize this world until the others are put into play. By then, you should have the relics needed to close this world off from the Human world, Synthia. Which you will do. You will still be able to travel between this world and theirs, but those not of pure blood won’t be able to find a portal into this world. They won’t be able to continue to poison it.”
“Wow,” I said from a lack of what to say to all of that.
“I tell you that you are a Goddess and my daughter, and all you can say is wow?” she asked with wide blue eyes.
“It’s a lot to take in! I went from being human, to being Fae, and now you tell me I am a Demi-goddess, so you gotta give me a second here to absorb it all.”
“Being a Goddess isn’t everything it’s made out to be. I can’t interfere with freewill. I also can’t do things like make the Mages disappear. I could, but there are all sorts of nasty repercussions for interfering that way. I could make things much worse than they currently are, and I have faith in my creations and know that in the end, they will prevail.”
“You can’t directly interfere, got it,” I said, sitting up and throwing my legs over the side of the bed as I glamoured on cotton bottoms, and a matching baby blue top. “It’s best that he doesn’t know,” I breathed.
“He would give you everything you wanted if he knew,” she said as she sifted to sit beside me. She lowered her eyes to where my bump was obvious through the tight cotton. “He would marry you without question.”
“Why should I tell him, and why should it matter to him if I am a Demi-goddess? No thank you. If he marries me, I want it to be because he wants it. Not because of what I am,” I said quietly.
A lot had happened, but I’d felt the power of what was inside of me. It was both exhilarating, and scary. But with power, came a lot of problems. It was best no one knew just how powerful I was right now.
“You are smart,” she said simply. “Smart and beautiful, my daughter. I was afraid you might not wish to have anything to do with me. I could respect it if you did not want me around.”
“Hey, I’ve had three different mothers and a mother in-law in less than two months. I thought Syrina was my mother, and then Tatiana. Thankfully that one only lasted a minute and half. Then I was given to Adam as the Light Heir, so I inherited a mother in-law who had been planning to hate me. Then I met Madisyn, and knew I had a connection with her. I’m glad to know you are my mother, Danu, but I don’t plan on you being all maternal on me. I also think it would crush the woman who thinks I am her daughter. She has mourned for me for a very long time. With time, maybe the secret can come out, but now isn’t the time.”
“You have an old soul for someone so young, daughter. Most would be singing their Goddess parentage from the rafters.”