I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

The gentle lapping of waves against the boat’s hull filled the air as it sailed through the vast, sunlit waters, carrying its passengers back toward the Empire of Light. The vessel, sturdy yet elegant, rocked slightly with each ripple of the sea, the rhythmic motion both soothing and monotonous. Above deck, Jason and Aidan were engaged in a tense conversation, the former having managed—through sheer patience and diplomacy—to ease some of Aidan’s simmering frustration. Their classmates, though relieved at the temporary reprieve from Aidan’s temper, had chosen to distance themselves, allowing the two to speak undisturbed. Meanwhile, below deck, in the quieter quarters of the ship, many of their companions were resting, oblivious to Aidan’s lingering resentment.

In one of the private rooms, a young woman with cascading black locks sat gracefully on her bed, bathed in the soft golden glow of the afternoon sun filtering through a small, round window. Her beauty was undeniable—delicate yet striking, with an ethereal quality that made her seem almost otherworldly. But what stood out most was the serene expression she wore, her dark eyes brimming with warmth as she gazed down at her gently rounded belly. With each soft stroke of her hand across the fabric of her dress, she radiated quiet joy, an emotion so pure and deep it could be felt in the very air around her.

She was pregnant.

And the knowledge of that filled her with an indescribable happiness, one that she had never experienced in all her years on Earth. She had never imagined this moment would come, never thought she would carry a life within her, yet now she did, and the sensation was nothing short of miraculous.

A sudden knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. Before she could respond, the door creaked open, and another strikingly beautiful woman stepped inside. Sienna. Like the seated woman, her long black hair framed her delicate yet determined features, her posture poised with quiet strength. The remnants of a battle once lost still lingered in her sharp gaze, a reminder of the grave injury she had suffered at Agamemnon’s hands. She had come perilously close to death, saved only by Athena’s divine intervention. Though it had taken her two long months to fully recover, she had finally regained her strength. And now, she stood before her friend, her expression unreadable as she took in the sight before her.

Sienna’s gaze immediately fell upon Aisha’s swollen belly. It was impossible to ignore. It had grown far too quickly—unnaturally so. A pregnancy like this… it did not follow the normal course of human gestation.

“It’s this big already…” Sienna murmured, her voice laced with astonishment as she approached.

Aisha responded with a soft, knowing smile. “It is…”

For a long moment, silence settled between them, thick with unspoken thoughts. Sienna’s expression remained unreadable, but beneath her composed facade, a storm of emotions churned. Disbelief. Curiosity. Concern.

Of all the revelations she had encountered, learning of Aisha’s pregnancy had been among the most shocking. Yet what unsettled her most wasn’t just the fact that Aisha was expecting—it was the enigma surrounding it. How had this happened? Why was the pregnancy progressing at such an unnatural pace? And, most importantly—

“Are you going to tell me who the father is?” Sienna finally asked, her voice gentle yet firm as she stepped closer.

Aisha hesitated, her fingers instinctively caressing her belly in a protective manner. A solemn promise hung over her like an unbreakable chain, binding her to silence. She had sworn to Nathan that she would tell no one—not yet. For their safety. For his safety.

She knew Sienna too well. The moment she learned the truth, she would abandon everything, leave the Empire of Light, and head straight to Tenebria to find Nathan. That was how much she cared for her stepbrother. And that was something Aisha could not allow—not yet.

So instead, she met Sienna’s gaze with quiet resolve and offered her only the truth she could afford to give.

“I will tell you. One day,” she said softly. “I promise.”

Sienna’s lips pressed into a thin line, her sharp eyes searching Aisha’s face for any sign of deception. But there was none. Only sincerity. Only an unspoken weight that Sienna could sense but not yet understand. And though frustration flickered in her eyes, she chose, for now, to let it rest.

“Alright,” Sienna said at last, crossing her arms. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

Aisha merely smiled in response, knowing that when the time came, the truth would shake Sienna’s world in ways she could never imagine.

Sienna didn’t seem upset, but a lingering concern flickered in her eyes. There was something she needed to confirm.

“This baby… You wanted it, right? You weren’t forced?” Sienna asked seriously, her voice barely above a whisper.

The weight of the question settled heavily between them. Sienna could still remember the horror of what Ajax had nearly done to Aisha. The memory of that moment still haunted her, and she feared—deeply feared—that this child might have come from another act of violence.

Aisha’s eyes widened for a brief second before softening. “No, don’t worry. We were both consenting,” she reassured quickly, her voice firm yet tender.

Sienna let out a small breath, a subtle smile playing at her lips. “I see… I just didn’t think you would fall for another man besides my brother.”

Aisha remained silent at that comment, her expression unreadable.

“But what surprises me most is your choice to keep the baby. I was already shocked when Professor Amelia decided to have a child, but you, Aisha? Would your parents even accept it?” she asked seriously.

Aisha’s heart clenched slightly at the thought. She could already imagine their reaction, especially her father’s. Her family was strict—unyielding in their expectations. If this had happened before, she might have been terrified just by the thought of it. But now… now, she had Nathan. She knew, no matter what happened, he would be there for her.

And one day, she was certain they would find a way back to Earth. When that day came, she would be ready.

“I’m an adult now. It’s my decision,” Aisha said firmly.

Sienna nodded before taking a seat beside Aisha. Her gaze once again drifted to Aisha’s belly, curiosity evident in her eyes.

“Is this happening because of the blessing we received? Is that why the baby is growing so fast?” she wondered aloud.

“It could be,” Aisha admitted, though she wasn’t entirely sure.

But deep down, she suspected Nathan had something to do with it as well. He had changed—transformed. The last time she saw him, he had been evolving, edging closer to becoming a demigod. If that was the case, then her child… her child might be part goddess as well. Perhaps that explained everything.

A small smirk played at Aisha’s lips. “Maybe we’ll find out when you get pregnant too,” she teased, watching Sienna’s reaction closely.

Sienna shook her head instantly, her refusal unshaken.

A long silence stretched between them before Sienna finally spoke again.

“You see that man with the Trojans? Heiron,” she said.

Aisha’s heart skipped a beat at the name. She knew exactly who Sienna was referring to.

“What about him?” Aisha asked carefully, her voice carrying a note of caution.

Sienna hesitated, biting her lip as a whirlwind of conflicting emotions surged within her. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “He told me that Nathan was alive…”

Aisha’s eyes widened.

She hadn’t expected that. She was sure Nathan wouldn’t have told Sienna even in extreme circumstances the truth yet to Sienna otherwise he would have revealed himself entirely which meant he was forced to say it.

Sienna exhaled a deep sigh, noticing Aisha’s stunned silence.

“I know,” she muttered, her gaze dropping to the floor. “I don’t remember much after I lost consciousness, but before everything went dark… I don’t know. It felt like…”

Her mind reeled, trying to grasp at fleeting fragments of memory. Images flashed before her eyes—the stranger, Heiron, holding her as she drifted in and out of awareness. There had been something about the way he looked at her, the way he carried her… something painfully familiar.

She squeezed her eyes shut. Nathan…

The resemblance wasn’t in his face, nor his voice, nor even his mannerisms. But deep down, in the way he had held her—there had been something eerily reminiscent of her brother. A warmth she had long forgotten. A presence that made her feel, if only for a moment, safe.

But it was impossible.

Sienna shook her head firmly. It had to be a hallucination, the desperate wish of a grieving sister twisting her perception. Nothing more. And yet, there was one thing she couldn’t dismiss—

“How did he know about Nathan and me?” she asked, frowning.

“Maybe he has a skill that lets him see it?” Aisha tried to find an excuse.

“Yes… that’s what I think too,” Sienna said bitterly, her voice laced with frustration.

It was the only logical explanation. They lived in a world of magic, where people possessed skills that defied reason. A skill capable of unearthing old wounds, of exposing her past pain—wasn’t such a thing well within the realm of possibility?

And yet… a small, foolish part of her wished it wasn’t just that. That he hadn’t been toying with her suffering. That, somehow, someway, there had been truth in his words.

But that was nothing more than a cruel dream she thought.

Sienna clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The pain grounded her, forcing her to push away the aching hope that threatened to resurface.

“What am I even thinking?” she muttered, shaking her head. “If he was alive, he would have already come back to me…”

She rose from her seat, as if trying to physically shake off the lingering ghost of hope.

Aisha remained silent, watching her with conflicted eyes. She wanted to tell her the truth—to tell her why Nathan hadn’t come back, why he remained in the shadows. But she couldn’t.

It was better this way.

If Sienna knew—if she ever learned that the very people she fought for were the ones responsible for Nathan’s ‘death’—the consequences would be catastrophic. Not just for her, but for all of them, her classmates and the people both cared about.

Siara, Courtney, Gwen, Amelia… even Aisha herself.

Sienna would never forgive them.

And once that truth unraveled, there would be no going back.