Chapter 158: I will fight them
~Gwen's POV~
My eyes burned, they felt dry and tight with unshed tears. I couldn't tell if I was crying or if the fire inside me refused to go out. Despite that heat, I felt cold. Bone-deep cold. The coldness stole my breath and made me forget myself.
I tried to move, but I couldn't feel my arms. I felt nothing. My arms wouldn't budge, no matter how I tried to move. It felt like I was frozen in place.
I finally opened my heavy-lidded eyes, and as I did, I glanced around, then I realized I was chained to a tomb.
What's going on? Getting chained to a tomb could only mean one thing: I was going to be sacrificed and used for a ritual.
Panic took over my tired nerves as I thought of my children. Who was I going to leave them for? Plus, how would Drogon survive my death if he comes back?
I attempted to open my mouth and scream for help, but I couldn't. I resigned myself to my fate and just observed. The place felt wrong.
It vibrated with silence. I have never seen anything like that. A place quiet and yet still vibrating like death and sleep, adding the pain I am currently feeling, all mixed into my bones.
More terror flared in my chest. What's going on here?
The last thing I remembered was Drogon's face. His eyes are full of desperation and love as he told me to run. He had been caged. A woman was standing over his battered body.
Where is he? What happened?
I pulled at the chains with shaking hands, but they weren't normal. Not metal, but ice, living, moving ice. The more I pulled, the more it grew, moving along my arms, whispering, "Sleep. Give in. Rest." The voice was tired and deep, trying to lure me.
No. I can't stay here. They need me. Drogon needs me. My children need me.
Then, I hear a clap of thunder across my mind, and with it came a memory.
Two small faces pop up. Smiling. Blurry at first. Soft and golden like a fading dream... Are those my children, or is this a vision?
A sharp ringing pierced through my ear, harsh and unforgiving. "Ahhhhhhhhhh," I screamed. My voice was crying out for help.
The ringing came again, and I cried out, holding my head as pain exploded behind my eyes. Images flooded in, relentlessly, almost as though I had been holding them off for too long.
At first it was cold and very cold, then it became warm inside my body. Names and faces start pumping in.
Their names.Their laughter.Their warmth.
My children. I had children. Two beautiful angels with gorgeous green eyes and golden curls.
How could I forget? How could I lie here while they lived without a mother? But somehow I knew within my soul that this memory wasn't mine.
Grief carved into my ribs, twisting them, and I screamed, unable to handle the pain. Yet even as I screamed, I felt strength knowing my little ones would forever be safe with Ana and Ava.
They wouldn't suffer like Arabelle's children, that was burned alive, even as they made her watch her children being roasted.
I clenched my teeth and pulled hard on the chains, wanting to break out from them and from this memory. I pulled once, twice, and on the third time, the chains snapped.
The sound broke through the tomb chambers. The other chain shattered into icy dust. The frost melted off my skin, but the fire inside me stayed, fueled by pain, love, and fury.
I will kill the gods. If I don't, they would come back for my children just like they Arabelle's. With shaking limbs and a pounding heart, I stood.
Every part of me screamed in pain. My back. My legs. Even my heartbeat hurt. But I stood regardless of the pain.
For my children. For Drogon. For myself. I will do this, I refuse to suffer the same fate as my past self. I am Gwendolyn not Arabelle. I will protect my children from the deities above. My fight is with them.
The room was dark, yet I felt something watching me. I knew it wasn't a person. It was a divine presence. And I wondered if they had finally come for me.
I moved toward the exit. With each step, the room felt darker. The walls seemed to breathe. This wasn't a tomb, it was a prison. And strangely, it felt familiar.
This building didn't belong to the world Ava and I came from. It felt older. Cursed. Like it was torn from another realm to be used as a jail.
How did I get here?
I felt eyes on my back. I turned. Nothing. But then, A whisper. Soft and faint comes through. I ignored and kept walking, looking for a way out. My steps echoed.
"Gwen... help me..."
That voice was clearer now. Familiar.
I stopped. Who...?
I saw it. Light was glowing from behind a half-closed door at the end of the hall. I rushed toward it. It had to be the way out.
I opened the door and gasped. I stood in the middle of the ocean. I wasn't drowning, I just stood there. Confused about what is going on.
I turned to run, until pain shot through my stomach.
My stomach...? What's happening? How am I pregnant again? I was too befuddled to do anything as I kept wondering why I was still pregnant when Iris and Ellis were born three years ago.
"Gwen..." The voice called out again. And then I realized why it sounded familiar. It was Drogon.
He was calling for help. I ran back inside where I came from, instead of the tomb, walls flashed past me, but I didn't stop, nor did I care who the fortress belonged to.
All matter was finding him my dragon. I could feel he was here and hurting. I found stone stairs leading down. My stomach moved again, and I followed that pull.
Then I saw him. My dragon mate. Chained to the cold floor. Blood pooled beneath him, dried and dark. His wings were out, but they hung limp. His eyes fluttered open, dazed.
"Drogon!" I dropped to my knees beside him.
He looked at me weakly, lips trembling as he tried to speak.
I touched his chains. "I'll get you out. Hold on."
But he moved away.
"No... Gwen... you must leave," he whispered. "She's coming. Please. Hide. Hide...."
"Who?" I asked, scared. "Who's coming?"
Before I could touch his chains again, a hand of flame pulled me away. I moved through walls like I was invisible, being dragged by Drogon.
I screamed as it pulled me back out of the fortress, across realms, until I landed with a thud in the center of the cold, dark tomb.
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