"Ares in his many fits knows no favorites."
Odyssey by Homer
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The storm is upon me.
Eyes locked in an infinite, neither one of us able to look away from the other. In the underground, time slows down and I can't focus on anything else, all I know is her. Like it has always been, Vera remains constant in my vision. Nowhere to hide as I take in her features, remembering who she was.
There is no one else in the room to us, Vera and I are locked in a trance as we stare at each other. After all these years, so much time apart, and here she is. She's alive. She's here. This isn't some dream or nightmare with a false image. My heart is alive with music at the sight of her, leaving me to wonder if I will die from its tempo.
I wonder if this is how Odysseus felt when he found home again.
I can't stop myself from reaching for her until my hand grazes her soft face. The simple touch could bring me to my knees and I dive for her, my fingers deep in her curly hair and I bring her face close to mine. My hands tremble as if her presence reveals all my weakness. Her body is still frozen with shock when I rest my forehead against hers. Our pact.
"Anywhere and always."
The words leave my lips in a hushed whisper and with her so close her eyes are open to me. Shock, despair, loss. Every mission, the pact that we would always be together. Our promise that anywhere we were in the world, together or apart, we would always find each other. And here we are, two lives clashing once again. Found but still so lost.
8 years, 4 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days.
My chest tightens when I think of the last time I saw her. Olympus. The place we spent most of our lives together and the place that tore us apart. Memories flash across my eyes, watching her grow up all over again. I can see the first time we met, children turned gods, how we found each other in tragedy. I can see the young woman she was when the fates pulled us away and dropped us in the Underworld. That little girl I once protected to the woman I now hunt.
In front of me is the girl that haunts my dreams every night.
When I was lost in the Underworld, she was the only thing that kept me going. Our promise that we would find each other again. My Vee. Time has been cruel to both of us. I am not the same and neither is she. We are not kids anymore.
History is here to retell all of our misfortunes.
I am swarmed with the memory of the first time I saw her, six years old and terrified. Brought to Olympus and made a pawn for a cruel man. At the time, it felt like freedom but Vera would learn, we both would. There is no kindness when it comes to the gods.
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