Chapter 2: Aren’t we all on the same side?
Curses? I looked around, feeling that my definition of curses must be off. A sense of excitement swirled around the Colosseum, driven by a flurry of energetic whispers and gossip. If the blessings granted by the gods were anything to go off of, then curses could only mean--
"I place a Divine Curse on Fate's hero."
I froze, looking over at the imperious Sun God, whose vehement glare stabbed into the goddess behind me. Chills crawled across my skin as I realized he was referring to me. The lack of hesitation in his voice was frightening, heightened by the unknown meaning of his words.
King shifted on his throne, leaning forward to peer at the Sun God. "A divine curse? Your faction's victory is all but assured at this point. Are you certain about this?"
Fate's hand gripped my shoulder tightly, but I was too anxious to put her off. Her voice had a tight edge, sounding slightly higher than normal. "Our disagreement need not extend to this mortal. Besides, wouldn't a mortal curse be more appropriate?"
Sun's face darkened, his eyes never leaving her. "Hero for Hero," he muttered darkly, then raised his voice and proclaimed, "I curse this hero with weakness in battle. May her magic and body ever fail before her adversaries."
I shivered, clenching my fists tightly as the weight of hundreds of colossal eyes locked onto me. The attention was too much, reminding me of the darker moments in my short life, when I'd fallen out of grace in the alleys.
The Fate Goddess' lips curved downward and her brow creased as she scowled. "You go too far. A Divine Curse during a Demon Incursion? How is anyone supposed to contribute to their defeat with that curse?"
Sun smirked. "Aren't you the goddess of Fate? You tell me."