Becoming a member of all the opposite maidens. Each ounce of the breath of life pulled from our chests. Returning to mud, because the gods created us from.

Anticipation prickles at my pores and skin. Like I am strolling on a frozen lake just for the ice to provide means. Letting me crash into its frigid black waters. My toes are frozen but soaked in sweat as I take into consideration what I’m planning on doing.

Apollo lays on the bottom coated in ichor. Artemis and Chiron watch the doorways with a worry that’s troublesome to clarify as something apart from sheer terror.

“Arista,” I whisper.

She pulls at my hand. “Sure, I am right here.” Her tender voice whispers towards my thoughts. Her hand is cool just like the mist from the forest.

“Please,” I pleaded. “Don’t depart me.”

“By no means,” she promised. “I by no means have left you and I don’t plan on beginning now. You and I are one. Our souls inexplicably intertwined.”

Approaching me from behind, Artemis extends her hand to me, giving me a glass of ambrosia, “Right here. Take this. Full power. It helps with the nerves.”

I nod. Tossing the liquid again, I sigh loudly.

The nice liquid warms my insides however does nothing to quell my nerves. My coronary heart kilos so loudly that the world turns into muted. leaving me and the sound of my ears. The extra I stood staring, the extra the worry bubbled in me.

Apollo lays silently on the ground on the foot of the dais.

I would like to do that for him.

The doorways thunder on the entrance of the room. Turning, I watch as these doorways are solid open. Shattering from the good power.

There stands Zeus.

The centaur and the Moon Goddess don’t let grass develop below their toes. Springing into motion.

Artemis and Chiron fling arrows at him. Each prepared to change to their swords at a second’s discover. I bit my lip.

I would like to take a seat on the throne.

“Persephone,” Zeus calls from behind me.

I pause, understanding he’s speaking to me.

“Don’t sit on that throne and I promise you’ll be drastically rewarded.” Zeus’s voice booms from behind me.

The worry of me turning into mud makes this a tempting provide. Extra tempting than it ought to’ve been.

“In the event you don’t sit on that throne, I am going to make you my queen,” He coos, rising louder.

The plucking of arrows appears to select up. However there was no cry of ache. None have hit their mark.

“With me, you’ll rule, I might by no means power you to face the throne,” he guarantees. His voice grows but louder.

Don’t take heed to him, I chide myself.

“I might by no means rule beside the person who stole my father away from me,” I state as I shut my eyes.

I hurl myself down onto the Dying Throne.

The ousted king bellows. The Moon Goddess and him are actually locked in shut fight.

All the things seemed so bleak. Chiron and Artemis wouldn’t have the ability to maintain him lengthy.

I anticipate my physique to alter to mud. Treasuring my previous few moments.

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