flames erupt by themselves”
“ Why though and don’t tell me because he lost his love and now no one can love because he didn't lose his love he threw her away! And if I’ve met my other half why must I give him up!” My voice becomes louder than I meant it to be, I don’t want to be mad at Allana, but this is all wrong.
Allana sighs and lifts her head as she lays her hands out before her.
“He didn’t throw her away; he was tricked, Aphrodite told him Psyche was going to kill her if Eros carried his relationship on. Eros gave Psyche up to save his mother, but Aphrodite’s story was all a lie”
Oh. Well what happened to Eros was horrible an all but why am I getting punished for her lies?
“So why is it fair for me to suffer because of his mother?”
“ Eros is still majorly bitter and angry, and we are his, so we live with the life he has given to us”
I shake my head as I walk from the kitchen I can ’t listen to anymore of this. Up in my room I throw myself into finishing the history homework I’ve been assigned so I can ignore everything that’s been said and silence my brain before the incessant stream of questions and theories as to what’s happening begin.
Is staying away from him even a possibility? I ’m already burned by the flames of love; will they cause me to combust if I disobey them? Staying away from him is probably not going to be my choice; Josh already thinks I'm crazy, so I'm sure he’ll be staying away from me.
Flopping onto my bed the angry glare of Eros finds a way into my head. I bury my face into a pillow desperate for the twisted image to disappear.
* * *
It ’s pitch black and too warm. I can hardly make anything out,
just a faint red haze of light. The air is thick with the heat and the stench of something. My breath chokes in my throat, my body refusing to let this putrid oxygen find a way into my body. My arms are tied down, and so are my legs. I can only move my head. Terrified, my heart begins to race in my chest. I try to call out for help, but my voice is caught in a fist of silence. My senses are no longer heightened, they ’re dulled. My vision is usually perfect in the dark, and I can always sense anyone around. This has to be the work of an immortal; how could a mortal be powerful enough to do this?
I twist frantically, trying to loosen my ties but the rope cuts against my normally impenetrable skin. An immortal who has the power to harm me is responsible for this.
“Hello, Acacia.” I don’t recognize the voice, but my heart kicks itself up a gear in response, “Your disobedient behaviour will not be tolerated.” The voice is almost melodic in a taunting way. My heart stops, a cold rock sinking to the bottom of my chest. “Now the time has come to pay the price,” the haunting voice continues into a horrifying lullaby.
This has to be the Furies, it has to be. This must be the Underworld. I ’ve been sent here for telling Josh. Amora must’ve told the Gods what I’d done, and they obviously didn't think Josh, and I are as innocent as Allana does. Allana would never tell the court of Olympus about me; no matter how loyal she is to Eros, she’d never want me to face the Furies. They are as evil as Amora is beautiful.
Closing my eyes I try to centre my strength and throw my body from left to right in an attempt to get the ropes to snap, but every move I make forces them deeper into my skin. They carve themselves into my flesh as tears sting my eyes.
The red haze starts to move closer. No matter how much pain the ropes are causing, I'm sure whatever this haze is bringing with it is going to be ten times worse. With the last bit of my strength, I throw myself against my binds, but they hold tighter.
The scream growing in my body escapes and the control I had on my imagination disappears. The Furies' faces manifest in my mind. This must be them. The Furies possess no conscience, no morality, they are made to torture those they are sent
“ Why though and don’t tell me because he lost his love and now no one can love because he didn't lose his love he threw her away! And if I’ve met my other half why must I give him up!” My voice becomes louder than I meant it to be, I don’t want to be mad at Allana, but this is all wrong.
Allana sighs and lifts her head as she lays her hands out before her.
“He didn’t throw her away; he was tricked, Aphrodite told him Psyche was going to kill her if Eros carried his relationship on. Eros gave Psyche up to save his mother, but Aphrodite’s story was all a lie”
Oh. Well what happened to Eros was horrible an all but why am I getting punished for her lies?
“So why is it fair for me to suffer because of his mother?”
“ Eros is still majorly bitter and angry, and we are his, so we live with the life he has given to us”
I shake my head as I walk from the kitchen I can ’t listen to anymore of this. Up in my room I throw myself into finishing the history homework I’ve been assigned so I can ignore everything that’s been said and silence my brain before the incessant stream of questions and theories as to what’s happening begin.
Is staying away from him even a possibility? I ’m already burned by the flames of love; will they cause me to combust if I disobey them? Staying away from him is probably not going to be my choice; Josh already thinks I'm crazy, so I'm sure he’ll be staying away from me.
Flopping onto my bed the angry glare of Eros finds a way into my head. I bury my face into a pillow desperate for the twisted image to disappear.
* * *
It ’s pitch black and too warm. I can hardly make anything out,
just a faint red haze of light. The air is thick with the heat and the stench of something. My breath chokes in my throat, my body refusing to let this putrid oxygen find a way into my body. My arms are tied down, and so are my legs. I can only move my head. Terrified, my heart begins to race in my chest. I try to call out for help, but my voice is caught in a fist of silence. My senses are no longer heightened, they ’re dulled. My vision is usually perfect in the dark, and I can always sense anyone around. This has to be the work of an immortal; how could a mortal be powerful enough to do this?
I twist frantically, trying to loosen my ties but the rope cuts against my normally impenetrable skin. An immortal who has the power to harm me is responsible for this.
“Hello, Acacia.” I don’t recognize the voice, but my heart kicks itself up a gear in response, “Your disobedient behaviour will not be tolerated.” The voice is almost melodic in a taunting way. My heart stops, a cold rock sinking to the bottom of my chest. “Now the time has come to pay the price,” the haunting voice continues into a horrifying lullaby.
This has to be the Furies, it has to be. This must be the Underworld. I ’ve been sent here for telling Josh. Amora must’ve told the Gods what I’d done, and they obviously didn't think Josh, and I are as innocent as Allana does. Allana would never tell the court of Olympus about me; no matter how loyal she is to Eros, she’d never want me to face the Furies. They are as evil as Amora is beautiful.
Closing my eyes I try to centre my strength and throw my body from left to right in an attempt to get the ropes to snap, but every move I make forces them deeper into my skin. They carve themselves into my flesh as tears sting my eyes.
The red haze starts to move closer. No matter how much pain the ropes are causing, I'm sure whatever this haze is bringing with it is going to be ten times worse. With the last bit of my strength, I throw myself against my binds, but they hold tighter.
The scream growing in my body escapes and the control I had on my imagination disappears. The Furies' faces manifest in my mind. This must be them. The Furies possess no conscience, no morality, they are made to torture those they are sent
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