Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter III: Tale In The Den

Trembling lips, frozen brain and clenching heart. The shock was insurmountable. I wanted to blink but forgot of how it works. I wanted to be angry, but also wanted to cry. He was there, just two feet away but it felt as if we've never met, like we were stranger.

I wanted to believe, so damn hard that the Fates were tricking me, just using me for entertainment for a short period of time. To make me miserable for a short period of time. But it wasn't. Reality was like water splattered at me, that he'd changed forever.

I feel amputated. My weightless limbs dangling at the joints of my body as the guards drag me towards the prison bars. I felt like floating, in the space where memories were acid and fire, where they soaked and eating away my inside. I was broken. Thousand pieces of my heart fell into the abyss. It was too painful.

The disdain and arrogant look he showed me. That authority and despicable posture she hated, yet he possessed. He still had that appearance. The messy Raven black hair as if he never comb his head but just brush it with his fingers. The toughness and pale white like snow of his skin. The strong feature and those arms I always found  comfort, the warmth when they wrapped around me. His fingers at his side, those would bring the sensation that can tremble my heart by their touches. Yet, I couldn't reach out to touch him because I knew, I knew that they would kill me...he would let them kill me.

I wanted to believe that he wouldn't, but his eyes always proved me wrong. There wasn't the warmth, cheerful and innocent sea-green eyes. It was now replaced by the cold emeralds and they flecked with resentment when they looked at me. They were empty, no sympathy, just two green stones of emptiness like the Field of Asphodel. There wasn't the smile and joyful grin that he greeted me. His lips kept close, the edges of his pale pink lips made a permanent horizontal line on his face as if he had lost the feeling of laughter.

The prison door creaked open and they threw me onto the cold, wet straws. The clinking of metal as they locked the cell door vibrated the dark and cold dungeon. 

"What do we do with her my prince?" I remembered they asked him.

His icy eyes glanced around, at his kins laying on the grounds, dead by her blades and it got him mad. I never imagined he would give that look, the look indicates he wants to kill me.

My eyes sparkled by tears. But I didn't cry. I don't know why I didn't. I don't know why I didn't get angry. I don't know why I didn't stand up and slap him, yell at him for daring to give me that look. I never asked why he left....

Perhaps it was the shock that blocked my brain, or perhaps he had changed me. I knew the consequences, I knew I'd be weak when I give in. But because I loved him, I thought I could fight it. I knew i wasn't that strong to deal with situations like those. I wasn't Aphrodite who can break someone heart and heal them, or heal her own heart in a matter of seconds. I knew I was weak, that was why I acted strong. But he slowly stripped away those barriers from me, slowly and layer by layer until I was vulnerable to all things. And now I've to face that consequences.

I stared at his eyes, like a brick of green wall. Please crouch down and touch me. Please smile at me. Please whisper to me that I'm going to be ok, that you will protect me. That was what I hoped, that was what my weak and bleeding heart moaned. Yet it shattered me completely when he held his chin high and spoke with  the strange voice I never heard and it sent shiver to me.

"Put her in the cells. I don't want to have any god in my sight!"

He swept his black cape her my face, a cold wind escaped under him and slapped at my cheeks. He walked away just like that, leaving me on the ground vulnerable to all things, leaving me with his cold broad shoulders and the resentment looks of his kins.