Icarus's Point Of View
"Icarus, years ago, when we met and decided to create this brotherhood godhood cult of ours, we had managed to recruit over 15 people," a woman dressed in tight golden armor spoke.
Her voice, though steady, carried a weight of nostalgia. We stood on the edge of a cliff, the wind biting at our faces, just a few steps away from a modest house that belonged to one of the members of the brotherhood godhood cult.
This woman’s name was Morgana.
Her presence, though powerful, had always been a comfort in a world that often felt overwhelming. Even though I had distanced myself from them for so long, the bond of our past still lingered.
To them, I was still part of their cause, their brotherhood. But I no longer saw myself in the same light. To me, they were just friends—no more, no less.
After all, Adolphus Noble School prohibited any student from being involved in such organizations, and I had grown to value the structure and purpose the school provided.
Morgana continued, her eyes focused on the distant horizon as if trying to hold on to the memories she was recounting. "We always dreamed of traveling the world and upholding justice the same way our Goddess Verity did. She went around killing demons and vampires, bringing peace to the world with her strength. We admired her so much, believed in her cause like it was the only truth."
I shifted uncomfortably, knowing that what I had come to tell them would make this reunion brief. The weight of my new responsibilities as the school leader was already pressing down on me, and I wouldn’t be able to spend much time with them, not anymore. My duties were now clear. The brotherhood could no longer be my focus.
Morgana paused, her gaze softening as she reflected on the past. "Back then, we were young, carefree even though we weren’t as powerful as we are now. Some of us... like Ahvi... retired. Others, like Acacia... went missing. Never to be seen again. I miss them both so much," she murmured, the sadness evident in her voice.
I stayed silent, my thoughts swirling with the faces of those long gone. Acacia’s disappearance still haunted me, a mystery that would never be solved. But I couldn’t let myself dwell on it, not now.
Then, her voice broke the silence, sharper and more accusing than before. "But what about you, Icarus?" she asked, her tone rising with frustration. "Have you ever considered how we feel? You suddenly left us, joined that school, and now you’ve become their leader. What about Malachi? He’s been waiting for you all these years, hoping that one day you'd come back to him, to us!"
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I inhaled sharply, almost rolling my eyes, but I refrained. Morgana had always brought this up whenever we met, and I knew she was just as frustrated as Malachi. But the truth was, this topic always made my chest tighten with discomfort.
"This is my master’s order," I explained, doing my best to keep my voice calm. "I cannot disobey him. You know Adolphus Noble School houses the largest werewolf pack in the world—the Tatanise pack. Leading the school means leading them. It’s not just about me anymore. I have responsibilities, Morgana. People are counting on me."
I could feel their eyes on my back, even though I refused to face them. Morgana’s frustration was palpable, and Malachi’s silence was a heavy weight I couldn’t ignore. I knew they were upset, but I had no other choice. This was my path now.
"Icarus," Malachi’s voice cracked, barely above a whisper, "when we first met, you said you wanted to travel the world. We talked about dimensional doors, about crossing from one dimension to another, having friends from every corner of the universe. That was your dream. We shared that dream, remember?"
I could feel the tension rising, the sadness in his voice gnawing at my resolve. "Then why would you forget all of that? Why accept such a responsibility when you wanted so much more?"
His question hung in the air, unanswered. I didn’t know how to respond. Why had I accepted this responsibility? Why had I chosen this path? I couldn’t answer him. Perhaps I hadn’t really thought about it that way. But it didn’t matter now. The decision had already been made.
I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of Malachi out of the corner of my eye. He still looked as beautiful as ever, his features soft yet tinged with sadness. I knew how he felt, but the feelings he had for me, I could never return. It was the cruelest of realities—one that neither of us could change.
And as his question lingered in my mind, I knew that nothing I could say would ease the pain in his heart, or Morgana’s. I wasn’t the person I once was, not in the way they remembered me. I was something else now, something they couldn’t understand.
Without another word, I began to turn away. Morgana’s voice rose behind me, but I knew she wouldn’t stop me. She stepped back, her disappointment thick in the air, and glanced away as if she couldn’t bear to watch me leave. It stung more than I expected.
Malachi, however, didn’t hide his feelings. I heard the hitch in his breath, the quiet sobs as I walked away, and it cut me deeper than any wound I could’ve imagined. But my hands were tied. My duty was clear, and I had no choice but to continue down this path.
So, I left them behind, as I always had. Morgana, Malachi, the brotherhood... I couldn’t be part of that world anymore. The mission had to come first.
And as I disappeared into the distance, leaving them standing there, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had abandoned a piece of myself along with them.
"Goodbye, Icarus," Morgana said softly, the finality of her words hanging in the air. "I hope the leader you’ve become is worth the friend you’ve lost."