Train them and protect them? What in the hell was she on about?
"I'm sorry, I'm not following. Train and protect who?" I asked her with a narrowed gaze, trying to understand what she was saying. Even though, deep down, I had a feeling I already knew who she was referencing.
Standing up straight, she adjusted herself, her eyes widening in surprise as her smile fell. "Your mates didn't tell you, I take it?"
"No, they obviously didn't. So why don't you enlighten me on what it is you're talking about?"
"Well—" She said with hesitation. "A prophecy was read when your children were born. Within that prophecy, it deems Pollux and Castor as the saviors of our realm."
"The saviors of your realm? You mean the realm of the gods? That isn't possible. They're just babies." I laughed, trying to shake off whatever she was trying to say.
"Ivy, this is not something we would joke about. Your children are special. Gifted even, and they have an important future ahead of them that demands they be present in our world." I could tell that she was trying her hardest to get me to understand what she was saying, but the only thing I heard from that sentence was 'in their world'.
"We can't all move to your world, Kara. That is impossible. We have people here to take care of," I replied angrily.
Yet, when my gaze met hers again, I could clearly see I misunderstood her. "Ivy, that isn't what—"
"No, absolutely not," I snapped, cutting her off. "Over my dead body."
My reply was firm, and as her lips tightened into a thin line, she took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to force a smile on her face, as if she was talking to someone who didn't quite understand. "I hate to break it to you, but the terms have already been set."
"And I hate to break it to you, but no terms have been set with me."
Even though I expected my comment to anger her, a smile spread across her face from ear to ear. I wasn't sure what she found funny. There was no way I agreed to this.
Unless....
"On my side? Are you fucking serious right now, Kara? These are my children."
"I know they are, but they will need guidance on how to use their powers, Ivy. Guidance that you never had, and look how well that went." She countered, giving a low blow to my self-esteem.
She wasn't wrong. I hadn't even known what I was, and I had made a terrible mess of things. I couldn't let that happen to them. I couldn't allow them to not know who or what they are.
Powers. My children had powers.
Wrapping my head around the idea was impossible. I was still an immortal when I had them, and those genes passed down to them at birth. Immortality, I gave up to save Damian, and would still do even if time was returned to that moment.
"There has to be another way."
Shaking her head, she gave me a sad look. "I wish there was, but there isn't. We aren't even sure when they will start using their powers."
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