“I introduce to you one of the Chosen’s from the third planet; Nemia, set in the Lecron sector. The five-hundred and sixty-second child blessed by Kessem themselves–Gwendolyn Pertho Zamora!” The door’s rumble opened as Gwen’s heart felt as though it would burst straight out her chest.
Was this feeling of wanting to scream excitement or fear crawling up her throat? She couldn’t tell. She’s been so focused on her nails practically stabbing through her palms to keep calm in the moment, that when the time came to walk she had done so awkwardly and almost stiff as a board.

She entered with Azarios by her side, and for that she was grateful. She looked back to see the two guards had stayed outside as the doors closed behind her, raising her anxiety to the max and could feel whatever confidence she had in the moment just simply vanished.
The two walked on a floating silver walkway that connected to a wide circular floor, a symbol of an hourglass acting as a stand for the scales it was attached to caught Gwendolyns eye, wondering where exactly she was.
Gwen watched as balconies appeared above and around the floor; becoming a parliament of sorts when she stood on top of the symbol with Azarios, biting her lower lip in anticipation.
After a moment more of waiting, several Gods apparated above the balconies, whispers and murmurs echoing through the room when they laid eyes on Gwendolyn, until the gossip quickly stopped. Gwen glanced up curiously and saw her God, Kessem, looking down at her with pure concern; their aura clinging in a mixture of violet, silver, apricot and hazelnut.
Gwen’s lips trembled and her eyes began to water, quickly inhaling and looked away to stop herself from further crying with her swollen eyes. She was already mentally exhausted, almost completely sure that if Azarios wasn’t here then her mood wouldn’t be as good as it currently is.
When the last God apparated into the room, the other Gods gave a low bow of respect as Gwendolyn copied their gesture.

“Thank you, everyone, for coming on very short notice.”
“Of course we’d come, Marat. When we heard the news of a Chosen One dying before their destined date, we knew how serious this matter would be.”
Biting the side of her tongue to keep herself from commenting, Gwendolyn’s jaw tightened in annoyance at how the Gods were speaking as if she wasn’t even here. “Yes, well...” The androgynous God Marat, turned to look at Gwendolyn with almost empty eyes, but their aura was a mix of apricot and dark grey; confusing Gwen on why the God was deeply sad upon looking at her. “I believe she deserves an explanation, don’t you all agree?” Some grunted a “yes” while others nodded. “Kessem, I’ll let you handle the explanation for now.” Kessem’s aura became violet, the previous colors disappearing as they nodded.

They looked at a confused and hurt Gwendolyn, swallowing a lump in their throat before looking at their feet as they spoke. “You see...I originally had no intention of giving a blessing to your family for another two generations.”

Her breath hitched and eyes went wide as her mouth dropped in shock, Kessem looked at Gwen with a pity expression.
“Your generation was nastier than the last, and I didn’t see it improving anytime soon. However...when I was given a report to bless a member of your family regardless, I had the God Kismet to look into the fate of what each member would do if they were given the Blessing. Needless to say, I was appalled at everyone’s behavior other than you and your brother. You were the only two who had what it took to wield my Blessing while acting with dignity as a Chosen One. However, when I was looking further into the future of the both of you having the Blessing, it turned into...a conflict of sorts. A war happened, and from that war...your brother was killed.”
Her chest tightened in agony, silent tears dripping out of her swollen eyes as her body racked with pain, falling to her knees while trying to breathe. After a moment of silence from the others, the God Kessem continued while Gwendolyn’s body shook.

“The future I saw after was more than words could describe. In that moment, I made the decision to make just one of you have my Blessing. But when I was looking at both of your future’s to decide, I saw your brother couldn’t handle the pressure of being a Chosen One alone. But it was you who could handle the Blessing and difficult decisions to come.”
Gwendolyn stared up at her God, seeing a bit of black mixing into their violet aura when both their eyes met.
“Even though you wouldn’t have been ready until adulthood, I had confidence that you would persevere.”
Standing with Azarios’ help, more murmurs erupted through the room until Kessem continued to stop the others from speaking.
“Unfortunately, the presence of a known evil us Gods have been keeping at bay for eons, has been steadily gaining power. All of us Gods had to abandon communication between our Chosen One’s for now; we couldn’t give anyone our advice—or guidance, for that matter. The world was Godless for almost two decades because of this entity. But when I heard what recently happened to you...I immediately came here to make things right, because...I let one of my children down.”
Kessem’s voice cracked and softened as they spoke, their head hanging low as shame was heavily expressed on their face.

Closing her eyes and breathing in before letting it out, Gwen looked at all the Gods present before looking at Kessem, standing tall and refusing to falter as her own voice broke and filled with sorrow. “Did you know the abuse I had to endure my whole life would happen, and yet you still did ‘nothing’ about it...? All those times I’ve prayed for your mercy to make it stop. All those times I had tried to bargain with you to keep me safe?!” She shouted in outrage at her God for having given her what she felt was an excuse.
“If I’m being honest...no. It was true that you would go through hardships before adulthood, but after I saw what you had actually gone through with my own eyes I couldn’t believe it.”
Her lips twitched to a side-smirk as she scoffed, feeling offended and betrayed by the words her God had spoke. “So...just like my death, the crude torture I had to endure my whole ‘life’ wasn’t even supPOSED TO HAPPEN?!” Kessem’s eyes fell to the floor withered with guilt, unable to look back up at their Chosen One.
Gwendolyn turned her focus and attention to the other Gods in the room, shouting her rage at them as well.

“The God of Love Iro, the God of War Belliger. The God’s Amser of Time, Merripen of Life, Ajal of Death—and so many more of you I had ‘prayed’ to before my death.”
Venom spewed through her words, jaw clenched tight as the other Gods refused to look her in the eyes as well. Her body vibrated with anger while her hands clenched tightly, her eyes red and unable to shed anymore tears.
“I may have begged Kessem for help, but I also prayed and asked for almost all the Gods I could think of to help me through my desperate time of need. I have tried and failed to kill myself more times than ANYONE HERE COULD KNOW...!!” Straightening her back, Gwendolyn refused to stop telling the Gods what really happened to her. She wanted them to know.
She wanted to scream that just because a person was a Chosen One, it didn’t stop them from being human.
“I was more than suicidal–I was fucking psychotic! And it wasn’t because of the pressure or my responsibilities of being a Chosen One. I’ve tried different ways to kill myself because I wanted ‘out’ of the abuse I was put into!!” Looking back at her God with annoyed rage and defeat, she felt the tears tightening her cheeks as her voice wavered. “I tried and tried, and kept trying. But because of Kessem’s blessing I wasn’t able to be killed off. I shouted as high and loud as I could whenever I was in the temples.” Turning slowly to face each God present, she stared pleadingly while the Gods looked away unable to keep eye contact with her. “I’ve tried bargaining with the lot of you to ‘save me’–that I’d be evermore devoted as a Blessed Child. Countless times I’ve slit my own throat–my own wrist and ankles. Drank the most deadliest poison with no fucking antidote to find. I even tried hanging and shooting myself, BUT NONE OF IT EVER FUCKING WORKED!!” Gwendolyn screamed her anger out, gripping tightly onto the roots of her hair; pulling several hairs out and allowing her arms to fall by her side, while the Gods stayed silent in the awkwardness of it all. “I silently called out to everyone. My dead family members–ancestors, strangers that would one day at the very least see how I’m not fine. And all possible Gods that ever existed. And yet...no one ever came to help me.”

The silence was thick.
The Gods didn’t know how else to handle this kind of situation, as it had never happened before to a person who became Blessed. They Blessed countless people who were abused before being Chosen and that abuse subsequently stopped, however this was the first ever case to their knowledge of a Chosen One being abused like this.
Since a person who becomes Blessed is embedded with the powers of their God, they are in a way, demigods. While being chosen is a miracle not taken lightly for the person, they should in turn be treated with respect by others, and should be viewed as the God’s proxy in their world.
However, with how this situation unfolded, the God Kismet cannot help but think someone or some-‘thing’ has changed Gwendolyn’s fate right under their nose.
‘This wasn’t supposed to happen. The abuse Gwendolyn faced would have taken place if Kessem never Blessed her. However it wouldn’t have gone to such a length for Gwendolyn to try and kill herself, since she meets her destined person and they help her out of her abusive situation.’

Kismet gently bit down on their thumb, getting further lost in thought as the other Gods eventually spoke to Gwen and tried to explain their situation–although horribly.
‘Her abuse was bad before she became Blessed, but it was never that harsh in comparison to what she actually went through before she died prematurity.’ Biting too hard on their thumb, a small amount of ichor spilled out, but Kismet was too focused to notice. ‘I need to speak to Triune after this meeting and see if they knew about Gwendolyn’s fate being changed and never reported it. They’ll be severely punished for this if they knew. But if they didn’t...then there is definitely more to this than meets the eye.’

“—And when it comes to a God's Chosen One, the other Gods are not allowed to interfere with them, or else they shall face the consequences.”
Gwendolyn turned to the voice of the God who spoke, but didn’t know which one it was. It didn’t matter to her though, as her anger had passed the boiling point. “That’s probably true. I’ve no idea how matters with the Gods works. ‘But’ that shouldn’t stop you from interfering with a Chosen One’s family member that was never Blessed!! You could’ve stopped one of them at the very least and then the others would’ve followed suit!!” The unknown God kept quiet while Gwendolyn turned back around.
“You’re right. They–we, could have done that. But as Kessem mentioned before with the issue of the known evil being, ‘everyone’ was busy trying to handle it. The others couldn’t even help their own Chosen Ones.” A God with thigh-length blondish white hair and molten gold eyes spoke.

“Merripen is right, Gwendolyn. But however unfortunate the fate you were dealt has become, you are still a Chosen One with responsibilities.” Her wide eyes of disbelief stared at Marat’s deadpan face. “Since the situation is dire, we will make arrangements to send you back around the time whoever planned to kill you had begun making their preparations. But before you go back, you will be given a list of the current Chosen One's along with a message for them. You will seek them out in order to prevent the destruction of your world.”
Her breath was caught in her throat, feeling tears wielding up out of fear of going back, but Gwen refused to shed them. ‘I will not be an empty puppet like before.’ Pressing her teeth tightly together, Gwendolyn suppressed the urge to scream and curse till her heart's content. “Then am I able to keep my current memories?”
“Yes.” A glimmer of hope twinkled in Gwen’s dull eyes. “The reason for this is so you’d have a better chance at survival for when the date of your premature death comes to pass.”
“Wait...so even if I have the memories of my death beforehand, it’s not going to guarantee that I’ll survive at all?” 

“Precisely. If we were to send you back without the memory of your death, then your unforeseen death and circumstances will keep happening.” Her clenched teeth ached her jaw, but she nodded in false understanding while Marat continued. “Due to Kismet’s power of being able to see the future, it appears that with your death, it caused a domino effect of sorts.”

“What...do you mean by that?”