Kyle's eyes fluttered open and he winced as a rush of pain surged through his mid-section.
He looked around and found himself in a small room with both windows and doors closed.
'Where am I?' Kyle turned over and tried to move but he flinched and laid back down.
Reclining on his elbows, he looked down at his bare stomach and saw bandages tied around it.
The last thing he remembered was… being impaled.
A rattle from the door knob made him jump slightly.
'Shit.' He shut his eyes and laid down, pretending to still be asleep.
His heart hammered against his ribcage as footsteps echoed in the room
A weight landed beside him and the bed dipped.
"You're breathing is quite loud, you know? Work on that if you want to pretend." A familiar voice tutted and the weight lifted from the bed.
Kyle opened his eyes and he saw Sacred Sound standing in casual clothes.
Something about her churned his stomach and made him want to scurry away from her.
He opened his mouth and closed it.
Sacred Sound broke the silence, "Do not take my gesture as a sign of kindness or pity."
"I simply decided to intervene and save your life. Luckily the spear used was of low quality." She turned to the door and left him to himself.
Kyle stared at nothing and his hand went to his stomach.
A sharp pain shot through his head and fragmented memories flashed through his head.
He could see himself muttering a vow.
The exact wording of the vow was what he couldn't remember but still, he knew that upon his approaching death, he had vowed something related to the gods.
A few minutes passed before Sacred Sound walked in with a tray full of food.
She dropped it on his bed and turned to walk away but stopped, turning to look at him over her shoulder, "I can't explain it but I feel repulsed by you."
Then she walked out.
Kyle gripped the sheets of the bed. He didn't like relying on anyone, much less the spawn of a god.
'What was that thought?' His mind raced. For some reason, it seemed like his hatred of the divine had seen a massive increment.
He took a spoon of the food and placed the bland slop into his mouth, chewing slowly.
'I need to calm down. Nobody asks to be born, much less to be a god-spawn. Even he was one.'
A wave of nausea hit Kyle and he forced himself to stop eating.
The memories of his unfair, prejudiced trial flashed in his mind before a frightening calm washed over him.
'Perhaps I don't need to calm myself. After all, some spawns are just as bad as their sires.'
Without another thought, he ate the rest of the meal and dropped the tray beside him.
He couldn't stay with Sacred Sound. If possible he would leave immediately but that wasn't possible for who knew how long.
Kyle took in a deep breath and adjusted himself. Groaning as his body protested against the smallest movement.
Fighting his body and better judgement, he placed his bare feet on the floor and stood to his feet.
His steps swayed and he almost fell but he managed to catch himself by placing his hand against the bed.
'See? Baby steps.' He took a step forward with his hand against a wall, then another and another until he got his footing steady enough to let go of the wall.
Kyle opened the door and looked down the corridor of what he assumed to be Sacred Sound's home.
He closed the door silently behind him and tiptoed—tried to, at least—through the house.
Eventually he came across the living room and immediately charged for the front door.
With escape so close, he failed to notice Sacred Sound behind him.
"Where do you think you're going?" Her question cut through the air and made him freeze.
He turned to her and something about laying his eyes on her made his blood boil.
Kyle clenched his fists and gnashed his teeth, "I am leaving. You've done more than enough for me."
Sacred Sound tilted her head, clearly not satisfied with his makeshift reason.
She walked to the sofa and sat on a cushion, "Then what?" Her chin rested on her hand.
Kyle opened his mouth to answer but he was interrupted.
"You leave, shirtless, mind you? With no map or form of protection and a wound that needs attention, then what?" Her eyes bore through him and a faint scowl twisted her face.
As much as Kyle wanted to argue, to find something to refute her, he couldn't.
But that didn't mean he trusted her.
She was still an heir of the gods and a servant of the kingdom.
Sacred Sound stood and Kyle took a step back.
"I do not want to hurt you neither do I have any desire to. If I wanted to, I would have crushed you instead of treating your wound." Her eyes gained a dangerous glint.
A faint whistle echoed through the air and she appeared in front of Kyle faster than he could blink.
Kyle stood paralyzed as she leaned down and whispered in his ear, "And if I wanted to keep you here by force, you wouldn't be able to resist."
She reached for the door behind him and opened it.
The wooden door creaked open, revealing an open forest clearly isolated from civilization.
Kyle looked outside and in.
On one hand, he could leave her and take his future into his hands but that would end badly quickly. No food, no water, a bad wound and being most likely wanted were a horrible set of combinations.
Then on the other hand was taking a chance by staying with a god-spawn and someone who actively worked for the people who wanted him.
'I can't believe I'm doing this.' He closed the door and walked back into the room.
Kyle had chosen the lesser of evils… at least he hoped.