Chapter 74: A Nightmare Of The Past (2)

"I'll give you time to think about it." The goddess promised Sophie. "I will be back in one hour. Tell me whether you accept my offer then."

When she vanished, Sophie let out the breath she had been holding and sunk into thought. Should she take her up on her offer? It was not a question of whether or not she wanted Jasmine back. Of course, she did. However, it would be selfish. Who knew whether Jasmine really wanted to lose her power and become a mortal? Most importantly, what if she got hurt in the process?

"Mama, are you alright?" Dahlia asked when Sophie was so lost in thought that she didn't realize it when she dropped her spoon.

"Yes." She snapped out of it. "I'm alright."

Dahlia sighed. "It's because you miss Jasmine, right? I miss her too. But I'm sure she wouldn't want us to be too sad to eat because we miss her."

Sophie rubbed her daughter's head. "Of course. I know she misses us too."

It suddenly broke her heart, thinking that depending on the decision she made, Dahlia might pretty much be her only daughter.

Once they were done eating, Harry sent Dahlia off to do her homework. He then turned to Sophie. "What's on your mind?"

She checked the clock. She had about half an hour left before the goddess would be back. Her expression was stiff. "Can I explain later? I have something to settle before then."

He stared hard at her and nodded in the end. She was already having her fair share of stress lately, it would have been better if he didn't make matters worse for her. Relieved, she used the remainder of the hour to think, and when the goddess appeared in her room later, she had pretty much made a decision.

She glanced at the door as soon as the goddess appeared.

"Don't worry. Harry is too busy helping your youngest daughter with her homework. Ah, that's not right." She looked like she had remembered something and corrected herself. "He is helping out your only daughter with her homework."

"I have two daughters." She said defensively. She hated hearing that Jasmine was not her daughter even though it was probably going to be the case sooner than she could accept.

"Oh, I guess you do." A large, white crystal appeared in the goddess's hand. In it was what looked like a scene from the realm of immortals. In the scene, the god she recognized as Blaze stood a few feet away from a toddler, who was learning to flap her wings.

Beside him was a goddess who offered him water to drink. "The memory spell failed again. She did not forget her human parents despite only being with them for a few weeks."

Blaze smiled. "Forget the humans. As long as she lives, Gessamine is my daughter now."

The crystal restored its white color as the scene faded.

Sophie frowned. She felt uncomfortable although she knew that the scene was from Jasmine's previous incarnation. She had been reborn as her daughter. She was yet to point this out when a series of scenes featuring Blaze popped up on the crystal.

"Jasmine is my daughter and I have every right to decide where she lives!"

"I'm her father. What is wrong with dancing with my daughter? And of course, Lolanthe will be happy about it. My daughter is her daughter too."

Sophie lost her cool. "Enough! What gives him the right to take my daughter away? Just because he is powerful?" She huffed in anger.

The goddess smiled, getting the reaction she wanted. "You have the choice to make her yours forever. What did you decide to do?"

Before Sophie could open her mouth, she read her mind and knew that she was about to reject the offer. She made the crystal play another scene.

"I want to go home…" It was Jasmine, and she was looking up at Dairon sadly.

"Jasmine…" Sophie's eyes stung. She had never heard her baby sound so sad. Not even when she was at her lowest. She had the strong urge to agree to the goddess's offer of making her lose her power.

"She doesn't want to be up there. She wants to come back." The goddess sighed in sympathy. "But since you don't want her back, I guess…"

"Wait! I do." Sophie called out before the goddess could disappear.

"She would love to hear that." The goddess smiled. "What you need to do is simple, actually. You still have that feather in your possession, don't you?"

….

Harry returned to the room about an hour later and scanned her curiously. "Are you finally ready to talk about whatever it is that is making you lose your appetite and stare off into space?"

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She darted her eyes between his and frowned. If she spoke, the goddess would hear her. What if she wrote it down? The goddess was not here so she couldn't read her mind, right?

"Why didn't I ever think of that?" She slapped her forehead.

"Think of what?" She was acting so strange that he couldn't keep up.

She gave him an eye and rushed out, only to return with a piece of paper and pencil. She then buried her head in writing for a long time before handing the paper to him.

His frown deepened the more he read. Such a thing had actually been happening under his nose for so long?

She sighed and wrote, "I'm not sure whether or not she can tell what I told you, but I'm sure she is trying to get Jasmine out of the realm of immortals and it has nothing to do with me summoning her before."

"Did you think she would actually help you?" Harry wrote back to scold her before he added, "Why are you certain that she is trying to get rid of Jasmine?"

"The scene she showed me of Jasmine pleading to come back is from the past. Her hair was still black." She responded. Jasmine's hair was all golden now. It had taken her a while to realize and when she did, she was convinced that there had to be a reason why the goddess was talking her into making Jasmine lose her power.

"She instructed me to burn the feather that Jasmine left me before. According to her, that's supposed to make Jasmine lose her power."

Harry read his wife's words and took a deep breath before he wrote down his hypothesis. "She will indeed lose her power—but she will lose her life too."

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"Are you alright, Jasmine?" Sinos asked in concern. They had been walking down the hallway of the academy when Jasmine slowed down and massaged her temples.

"Yeah. I just had a slight headache." She caught up with him. "Where did Dairon go, anyway?" She asked. He had told them to go ahead of him and that he would join them later, but he said nothing about his destination.

"If I can guess what his plans are, then it isn't Dairon we are talking about." Sinos shrugged.

The portraits on the wall caught her attention. To be exact, it was not a portrait that was present but one that was absent that made her stop in her tracks.

"My life as Gessamine was erased." She caressed the empty spot where her portrait had been.

"It was bound to happen." He responded. "Do you remember anything from that time?"

"Nothing new, but I haven't lost the memory I'd recovered from The Clock either." She stopped in her tracks when she caught Sinos' frozen expression. He didn't know.

She chewed her lip. Dairon had mentioned before that only a few deities had access to The Clock. Could it be that Blaze was not one of them? She felt stupid. Not only had she blurted out that he had accessed it, but she had also revealed that he had helped her while at it.

"Can we…"

"I hate Blaze but you are Dairon's partner so yes. This conversation didn't happen." He agreed even before she could get the words out.

"Thank you." She smiled in relief.

His lips were curled at the sides. "It's actually something Blaze would do. He has a weakness for daughters. He would go all out for them even if it means risking his life."

Jasmine shot him a glance. "We are definitely talking about two different deities." The Blaze who taunted her at every turn and repeatedly tried to kill her definitely had nothing to do with the Blaze who—as Sinos claimed—could do anything for his daughters.

"Whatever pleases you. Time will tell." He took a turn ahead of her and pushed open a heavy metal door. "This is where the scepters are stored."

She looked around. There were scepters everywhere, some of them floating in the air and others stored away in the shelves.

She squinted her eyes. "Isn't this too careless? What if one deity destroys or steals another's scepter?"

He reached his hand out, and an emerald scepter floated into his palm. "Don't worry. A scepter can only respond to its owner. In the hands of others, it is like a useless twig—but the twig can be quite useful when it starts doling out curses on the petty thief."

Recalling King Rian's words, she didn't reach out for hers.

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