CASSIDY'S POV
They're so beautiful together, my brother and his girlfriend. I danced with Liam for quite some time, but we both have been standing against the wall for the past few minutes just watching them dance. It's stunning. I'd cry, but I've forgotten how. I've suffered through so much hardship and confusion that I've learned crying doesn't solve anything. It's just not worth it anymore. Even tears of joy do not fall.
Liam clutches my hand as I lean on his shoulder, watching the two dance. I am in such admiration of the two, and I hate to pull them apart, but I must. Eddie must know.
I've already told Liam. We share a silent glance, and he nods, a quiet signal telling me to talk to him.
I slowly walk to my brother, letting him dance as long as possible, delaying the inevitable conversation.
"Eddie," I whisper, tapping him on the shoulder. "I hate to interrupt, but we need to talk. Now."
Eddie glowers at me, and for some reason, it makes me elated. I wonder if it's because I've never had a sibling before, and we're truly acting the way siblings do. The older teenager is getting annoyed at my every move. It excites me.
But he understands that the last time I told him we needed to talk was the time I revealed our family secret, and he relents to come with me. He kisses Patricia and then drags himself behind me, slumping and sulking each step.
"Here's the thing," I begin, trying as much as possible to force the words out, not hide them in. He needs to know. But now that we're close, delivering bad news seems impossible. I don't want to hurt him.
"This whole thing with Set… it's not over."
"W-what?" Eddie stammers.
"It doesn't add up. I mean, all five descendants just happen to gather at the chosen hour to defeat a ruthless god, and you're suddenly able to defeat him by shooting him with your internal lasers or whatever?"
"Maybe the prophecy was wrong," Eddie defends. "It's over. It's over! It has to be Cassidy! Don't you dare say otherwise! This isn't going to hurt us anymore! It's all over! Finished!"
I stare at the floor. I hate to upset him. He's still fragile from the incidents prior. But he must understand.
"Eddie, I'm sorry, I really am, but you need to be warned! Remem-remember how I said that there has never been two Osirians from the same descent on earth at one time before? Ever in history?"
"Yeah… what does that have to do with anything?"
"You're in denial, and I get that. But Eddie, I'm the spare Osirian. I'm the impossible miracle. Why wasn't I or the the other descendants needed in that battle? Remember, if I wasn't necessary, I… I never would've been born."
"So you're saying…"
"Yes. Set isn't defeated. In the near future, he will return, and he will be so powerful that all five of us will be needed to stop him."