Ever the reader, ever the researcher, I collected all I could. The tomes themselves exuded a rich, musty sense of history that I held invaluable. Being here made me feel complete, as if I were blanketed in the comfortable sense of order that comes from studying trials and tribulations from antiquity.
Hades is perfect. Physically perfect. It is rare for us gods to have flaws in our physical forms because we have such a high degree of control over them, and we heal so quickly. So, when my fingertips find themselves drawn through a trench on his outer thigh, it is something of a shock.
I heard the sound of my heart shattering, taking with it the last glint of hope. I fell to my knees, letting out a howl from the depth of my soul. Selene cradled me in her arms as we rocked back and forth together. Sayeh was lost to me forever.
“I don’t want to be bound to him any longer. It’s not as if I am throwing away my past or my history. Its time has passed, and what was once there,” I shrugged, “it’s not the same. Besides, it’s not just a barrier to us. I have thought about it since those visions. It’s a barrier to all of us. You, me, Hades, Hekate. We are all trapped at this crossroad.”
Summoning is not a pretty art. It is painful for the spirit to be ripped through the ether at someone’s whim. The only way it stops hurting is to go where it’s called. That’s the reason for the circle. If something is likely to arrive angry and sore, best you welcome it in a cage.
And so, I give him what he wants. All of me and my fire, in his hands, at his command. A smile flickers across his face as he feels my energy shift against his, no longer timid or restrained, just an extension of him. The feeling is indescribable as that line between us dissolves, and we are no longer two dancers, but a single dance.
It is obvious what killed him. I know of only one beast that can sear the earth and a body in this manner. This was the work of a dragon, but why? They don’t usually go on the attack, plus they are so well camouflaged most humans pass by them without ever noticing.
I groaned in pain as several thousand years of memories rushed back in. I felt nauseous and struggled to put everything into perspective. I felt Zeus kiss my hands, and I opened my eyes, immediately remembering every argument, every laugh, every moment with him.
Kara displayed a certain grace when she was using those weapons. A sense of…” he thought for a moment, “…fluidity, for lack of a better word. It was like she and the weapons were one. To be honest, it was like watching you when you practice. She’s very good.”
“The best thing about the queen, Hades, is she can move however she wants. Forward…back…” I roll my hips to the rhythm of my words, smiling when his arms tighten as he wills them still. “Sideways, up or down…”