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I LAY in bed, still very much wide awake.

My hands played with the pendant mom gave me, sniffing my tears away in the darkness. I was still very much on edge. Daya was still passed out by the time I headed back to the room, to both my torment and relief.

I was still worried that Harvest might have done something a lot more serious to her brain, and then again, I was glad she wasn't awake to hear or see me cry.

Part of me felt like he was just going to appear from thin air and mess with my mind again.

What if he did? It seemed it was that simple and at this point, I didn't even want to think of how many abilities he possessed that I couldn't even begin to fathom.

He could materialize right here, or even whilst I was asleep without a conductor.

He was the conductor.

I could wake up oblivious to all that had happened.

I should have told Mom.

Anyone.

At the least, I should have told Gravis. Why didn't I?

I turned in bed, staring at the wall. I knew the answer to that. Even though I didn't want to admit it. My heart thump inside.

I didn't say a word because-

Because he said he didn't want to hurt me.

I groaned at how follish I was. Utter stupidity for feeling this way. So? I should just believe him? After everything I know now I should carry on like nothing had happened. Should I continue to be stupid? Following blindly?

My heart clenched at this thought.

Yes, I understood that chances are if he did want to hurt me, he could have a long time ago. And yet, he hadn't. He saved my life. Not only from the Vampires but the Sirens as well.

I know this. I know he saved me. Perhaps that was why I was so conflicted. He could have saved me because he truly wished me no harm or because he needed me for something.

I hated to say it, but the latter sounded more likely.

The Vampires knew of me. They said we had a connection. The way they talked. They were planning something. Why would the so-called heir of darkness be masquerading as a convert? The Vampires had come here before.

They wanted something. Something was afoot.

Harvest was dangerous. I can not continue to be fooled. And yet—

I swallowed dryly at the thought, remembering those pleading blue eyes, and how frustrated and angry he had gotten.

Something didn't click though.

The truth is, he could have taken my memory from me. From all I could see, that should have been his next step.

There was no difference in how he did it, whether it was with or without permission.

I technically would have remembered nothing, and yet he still asked, and when he saw that I would much rather keep my memories, thank you very much, he just...well, he left.

My breath came out shaky at this thought, and I shook my head, nesting my chin in my pillow.

I couldn't defend him.

What was wrong with me?!

Not after what I had seen, what I heard, and what he was. The vision of his hellish wings burned in my mind and I shut my eyes willing the sight away.

He had other agendas and let's face it. Harvest wasn't the type to do things at random.

What if that's what he wanted me to think?

That he cared. Just so he could earn my trust or something?

I shut my eyes, trying to rest my thundering heart.

My head hurt just thinking about it.

Opening my eyes back up again I glanced at the figure of Daya, the slow rising and falling of her body reassured me she was still breathing.

I figured if she didn't wake up tomorrow, then I would have to call for help.

It was stupid. I should be doing that now, but my stubborn body wouldn't let me move.

The fact remained that despite everything I knew, part of me didn't want to believe that Harvest was that dark, not after everything I'd seen he could be.

The same boy who stayed up all night with me, the boy who carried me out of the woods, and healed my foot- How could he be that dangerous?

Had I figured out what he could do the first time I had met him with those sirens, I would have a hundred percent believed that he was dangerous, but now- I just couldn't bring myself to believe that I was this naive and utterly stupid.

How many movies had I watched about the undercover bad guy? You would have thought I would have been quicker to piece it all together.

Harvest wasn't just the bad boy character. He could be very well be the villain.

Perhaps everything I thought he could be had all been an act. He said it himself. It was a game. A game he was destined to win.

I turned in bed, staring at the wall, my fingers still fumbling at my pendant. I wiped the last tears from my eyes, quipping myself to think more clearly.

Now that Mom was gone and I didn't tell Gravis about him, what next? I blinked away the blurriness from my eyes, my lips pursing.

There was only one thing I could do.

I needed to know everything. I needed to find out everything about him. And there was only one place I knew I could get some answers.

One place.

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I woke up the next morning to the sight of Daya by her wardrobe, taking out an outfit. My eyebrows arched at the scene as she moved around.

When she spotted me staring she merely scoffed my way, my eyes finding themselves on the ground, confused as she moved around the room in her thigh-high towel, finally walking out and closing the door behind her.

Well, she was alright.

Which was a relief.  I think...

But she seemed to have forgotten about all about last night, which was another relief to me.

I slipped out of bed, busying myself up. It was a Sunday, another stay-in day, but I had places to be.

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My footsteps echoed down the hallways of the crown, my eyes quite alert always expecting to see someone materialize in front of me with even a turn of a corner, my feet following the map in my memory.

I stopped in front of two glass doors staring at them for a second, before pushing the familiar button. I bit my bottom lip, waiting nervously and patiently.

After a few seconds, the doors parted open and I entered the elevator, staring straight ahead, feeling quite nervous as it moved, scratching at my wrists, counting down in my head.

The doors dinged open but I stood in place for a while longer, staring inside the tower, hesitant if I had made the right decision or if I was even allowed to be here.

"Standing there will not give you the answers you seek princess," Mr. Ogustus commented as he hobbled by my line of sight, before disappearing out of view.

My eyebrows arched at this, moving out of the elevator before it dinged closed again.

I stepped back just as Talos the owl, flew right by my face, my eyes following after it as it perched on a metal branch near Mr. Ogutus who seemed to be piecing something together on his counter, but a bunch of books were spread out before him.

He looked up at me from above his glances as I stood before him, still feeling very much exposed and quite uncertain.

"It is why you have come here so early in the morning, isn't it?" he asked.

I held his gaze for a second, before nodding, clasping my hands together to stop the shake in them. I spotted a twinkle in his eyes as he bid me forward.

"As you can see, my hands are quite full," he chuckled as I approached his bench, my eyes lingering on what he was doing.

He seemed to be creating another weapon.

His books were all open on profiles and pictures of random gods posed with their chosen weapons, "but you will discover I am incredibly good at multitasking," he grinned, wise eyes lingering on me.

"There is somewhere I have to be in the next few minutes, however, I have time to answer a few questions and so, I will be sure to answer what I am able," he stated before moving back to what he was doing.

I was grateful to hear this. I mean I did just show up out of the blue. Welcoming me just like this was a great start in my opinion.

I paused, trying to think of something, but before I could ask anything, I found myself quite consumed by the books, my eyes trailing over each god.

They were twelve books in a semi-circle, representing the prime family of dilectus.

I reached toward the nearest one, flipping the page over, a familiar term catching my eyes, Muninn, and Huginn, the eyes of the gods.

My brain rattled for a place where I had heard those two names but before I could recall Mr. Ogustus spoke.

"You can take a seat," he stated, motioning to the chair just behind me.

"It seems you did not sleep too well. Was the night terrifying?" he asked casually.

My heart thumped at this, but I managed a curt accompanied by a small smile, taking a seat.

Mr. Ogustus turned to look at me, "ask what you have observed," he stated.

I took a deep breath out, looking right at him. There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask, but I had to be careful to ask the right ones. For some reason, I was not ready to directly ask about Harvest. Strangely, I didn't want to think of what might happen to him if he was found out.

I didn't know why I cared. The boy was clearly strong enough to protect himself to some extent. But I remembered his pendant. He said it protected him from someone.

It only meant there was something out there that could hurt him. Might be the prime, might be someone worse.

I did not want to think of what possibly could kill someone titled the heir of darkness.

I shook my head, turning back to the matter at hand.

I had to start from the beginning.

[What- or Who can control sirens?] I signed.

He paused at this, moving back to what he was doing, " Sirens are deceptions, they are wild and dangerous. Anything with a definition like that has no direct master if not of its species, or something as magnificent as the Leviathan," he stated and I frowned slightly at this, " however," he began, causing me to raise an eyebrow watching him as he turned around, "everything we see around us is connected. There is always a system of things. Darkness belongs to Darkness, as light belongs to light," he stated, "if you think of it in those terms, then- somewhere along the lines of power, there is always something out there that would be able to control them, as long as they are of the darkness," he stated, "darkness greater than that of a siren, which is considerably dark," he chuckled looking down at me with a certain warning in his eyes.

Something clicked in me at that moment.

The quote from the Siren book. At the end of the chapter of Sirens, it said- [Darkness is attracted to Darkness and will bow before it]

The Heir of Darkness. Of course.

That was why the sirens obeyed him- because he was their master.

He is more dangerous than they ever could be.

Which is why they obeyed him, which is why they were attracted to him, and marveled at him.

My eyes flashed back to Mr. Ogustus, 'and vampires?" I signed.

"The strigoi are controlled by old blood," he stated, his bushy eyebrows arching, "I do hope you are not forgetting your Origins classes youngling," he stated.

I shook my head, and yet still with the urgent point dancing across my fingers as I signed again, ' I mean the old blood. Is there anything that can control them?'

Mr. Ogustus's eyebrows arched even further, "the Oldblood is ancient," he stated, " originated from the times of the gods, but," he huffed, "they were created," he stated, "a creator may find it difficult to control a creation, but there are always he can destroy it, " he muttered glancing down at his handiwork.

A creator. What created Oldblood? That was the key.

Talos hooted at this and Mr. Ogustus frowned at him, "I am far from destroying you Talos, but keep screeching like that and the day will be drawing closer old friend," he grunted, making Talos fly by, disappearing out of sight.

"It works every time," Mr. Ogustus grinned, to which I chuckled too.

"There will be a meeting where I will be needed soon," he stated getting up, " it is the start of the INTER COLOR GAMES WEEK," He grumbled placing his gloves on the table, reminding me too of the event.

"I must attend," he added, "I hope it will not take too long but- if fate decides to drag we might be there for longer. You may look around carefully, " he added, "or leave if you feel you must, Talos will be sure to help," he added, and I nodded as he stood up, though at the back of my mind I was still quite unsure how the owl was supposed to help.

He grabbed his cane, hobbling toward the elevators, "oh-" he noted turning around, " do not touch the weapons, sadly my dilect will not be able to grow you another hand if you do happen to lose it," he winked to which I chuckled, before stepping into the elevators, the doors dinging closed.

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