December Free Fiction: Advent Story: Thear Collection: Trey: 974 words
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At that moment Trey would have given anything to visit Bree rather than spend the day having to pretend he was the High Priest of Herne. Biting hard on his lip, he stepped out of the door of the Residence, and told himself, again, to stop thinking about her. It had been years since they had last seen each other, they'd both still been children, so it was silly to still feel the way he did the day he left her. They were both adults, he knew he was very different to the person he had been back then, and he knew, without any doubt, that she would never fall in love with someone like him. Circumstances meant that he had spend most of his life being dishonest with the people around him, which was something that she hated.
Trey knew that he needed to focus on the present and the future, because the day was fast approaching when everything would change, and he would need to make sure that the people he cared about were safe. Especially Bree, who meant more to him than any woman every had and probably ever would. His worry was that nowhere would be safe, even though his deity, because he was a true High Priest, had promised him a sanctuary was going to be available to all those who needed it. Bast, with her fellow deities, was working on making sure that people would be safe, the same way they had been since the first person had set foot on Thear.
Once Trey had asked Bast about the history of Thear, which was just after he'd moved into the Residence, and she told him that the time was coming when he would find out everything he wanted to know. Bast liked dropping hints, but he thought that might be a cat thing. Smiling, he thought back to the first time he met her, and tried not to think about what it had meant, because he knew that Bast's existence meant that his father had been lying to him. Herne was not the only deity of Thear.
“What are you doing out here?” a male voice asked, making him jump, and Trey turned to look at Logan, even though he couldn't really see him that well.
“I don't really know,” Trey answered honestly, before remembering that he was meant to hate Logan.
“What have you heard about Aisling?”
Trey thought for a moment, trying to sort what he had been told by Bast from what he had been told by others. Eventually he shrugged. “Only what Father has told me, and none of that has been good.”
Logan nodded. “I've only heard from Tein-Igni sources, and none of that was good either.” Their eyes met for a moment and Trey knew that something was going on. “Has Herne told you anything?”
“Herne doesn't bother himself with simple things like a new High Priestess. He's busy with other things.”
“Like helping the Dorma supremacist movement?”
“Yes.” Trey shook his head. “What is it that you want, Logan?”
“Anubis told me something very interesting about you last night and I want to know if it's true or not.”
“What was this very interesting thing you were told?”
“That you're the High Priest of Bast.”
Glancing down at the ground, Trey tried to give himself enough time to work out what he should say in reply. Bast had warned him that, at some point, the other deities would begin telling those who needed to know who all the true High Priests and Priestesses were. He knew that, because of his father, and the way he had to pretend that he was the High Priest of Herne, he would be the last to be told who they were.
“Did Anubis give you a reason as to why he told you that?” Trey asked finally, looking at Logan again.
“It's because Aisling is arriving today. He seems to think that the three of us will need to work together in order to get everything completed by this time next year.”
Bast had told Trey the exact same thing. “Do you think he's telling the truth?”
“He's never lied to me before.”
Breathing deeply, Trey looked around to make sure that no one would be able to hear them talking, because the last thing he needed was for the information to get back to his father that he was the High Priest of Bast. Bast was seen as a Tein-Igni deity, even though she was simply a deity of Thear, and even having a Dorma man as a priest was weird, let alone him being the High Priest and pretending to be the High Priest of Herne.
“What do you want the answer to be?” Trey asked, stalling for time.
Logan looked at him. “I don't know.” There was a short silence. “I've never liked you, Trey, and I'm not going to magically start liking you just because you're the High Priest of Bast. Really, I think I'd prefer it if Anubis was lying. Working with Aisling is one thing, but working with you and your torn loyalties, if you really are the High Priest of Bast, seems dangerous.”
Nodding, Trey turned his back on Logan and walked away. It seemed like the only thing Trey could do, because he knew that if he stayed there much longer he would do one of two things. Hitting Logan for having an opinion was unfair, as his position was understandable, and the last thing Trey wanted to do was cry in front of a fellow High. Seeming weak wasn't something he needed on top of everything else.
“I can't do it,” Trey whispered, half to himself and half to Bast. “Telling Logan feels like a mistake and I just can't do it. I'm sorry.”
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At that moment Trey would have given anything to visit Bree rather than spend the day having to pretend he was the High Priest of Herne. Biting hard on his lip, he stepped out of the door of the Residence, and told himself, again, to stop thinking about her. It had been years since they had last seen each other, they'd both still been children, so it was silly to still feel the way he did the day he left her. They were both adults, he knew he was very different to the person he had been back then, and he knew, without any doubt, that she would never fall in love with someone like him. Circumstances meant that he had spend most of his life being dishonest with the people around him, which was something that she hated.
Trey knew that he needed to focus on the present and the future, because the day was fast approaching when everything would change, and he would need to make sure that the people he cared about were safe. Especially Bree, who meant more to him than any woman every had and probably ever would. His worry was that nowhere would be safe, even though his deity, because he was a true High Priest, had promised him a sanctuary was going to be available to all those who needed it. Bast, with her fellow deities, was working on making sure that people would be safe, the same way they had been since the first person had set foot on Thear.
Once Trey had asked Bast about the history of Thear, which was just after he'd moved into the Residence, and she told him that the time was coming when he would find out everything he wanted to know. Bast liked dropping hints, but he thought that might be a cat thing. Smiling, he thought back to the first time he met her, and tried not to think about what it had meant, because he knew that Bast's existence meant that his father had been lying to him. Herne was not the only deity of Thear.
“What are you doing out here?” a male voice asked, making him jump, and Trey turned to look at Logan, even though he couldn't really see him that well.
“I don't really know,” Trey answered honestly, before remembering that he was meant to hate Logan.
“What have you heard about Aisling?”
Trey thought for a moment, trying to sort what he had been told by Bast from what he had been told by others. Eventually he shrugged. “Only what Father has told me, and none of that has been good.”
Logan nodded. “I've only heard from Tein-Igni sources, and none of that was good either.” Their eyes met for a moment and Trey knew that something was going on. “Has Herne told you anything?”
“Herne doesn't bother himself with simple things like a new High Priestess. He's busy with other things.”
“Like helping the Dorma supremacist movement?”
“Yes.” Trey shook his head. “What is it that you want, Logan?”
“Anubis told me something very interesting about you last night and I want to know if it's true or not.”
“What was this very interesting thing you were told?”
“That you're the High Priest of Bast.”
Glancing down at the ground, Trey tried to give himself enough time to work out what he should say in reply. Bast had warned him that, at some point, the other deities would begin telling those who needed to know who all the true High Priests and Priestesses were. He knew that, because of his father, and the way he had to pretend that he was the High Priest of Herne, he would be the last to be told who they were.
“Did Anubis give you a reason as to why he told you that?” Trey asked finally, looking at Logan again.
“It's because Aisling is arriving today. He seems to think that the three of us will need to work together in order to get everything completed by this time next year.”
Bast had told Trey the exact same thing. “Do you think he's telling the truth?”
“He's never lied to me before.”
Breathing deeply, Trey looked around to make sure that no one would be able to hear them talking, because the last thing he needed was for the information to get back to his father that he was the High Priest of Bast. Bast was seen as a Tein-Igni deity, even though she was simply a deity of Thear, and even having a Dorma man as a priest was weird, let alone him being the High Priest and pretending to be the High Priest of Herne.
“What do you want the answer to be?” Trey asked, stalling for time.
Logan looked at him. “I don't know.” There was a short silence. “I've never liked you, Trey, and I'm not going to magically start liking you just because you're the High Priest of Bast. Really, I think I'd prefer it if Anubis was lying. Working with Aisling is one thing, but working with you and your torn loyalties, if you really are the High Priest of Bast, seems dangerous.”
Nodding, Trey turned his back on Logan and walked away. It seemed like the only thing Trey could do, because he knew that if he stayed there much longer he would do one of two things. Hitting Logan for having an opinion was unfair, as his position was understandable, and the last thing Trey wanted to do was cry in front of a fellow High. Seeming weak wasn't something he needed on top of everything else.
“I can't do it,” Trey whispered, half to himself and half to Bast. “Telling Logan feels like a mistake and I just can't do it. I'm sorry.”
© K A Jones 2011
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License. This entry was originally posted at http://kajones-writing.dreamwidth.org/38730.html. It currently has
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