𝐎, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄! ; Percy Jackson

𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐫𝐨

iv;

( she never misses )

MIDNIGHT BLED INTO THE RECEIVING HOURS, my dazed sense grew tired along with the stars. Returning back to my slumber was hard, unsure of the impending doom of dreams lurking around the corner of my eyes turned to torture. Clutching my bedsheets with a firm hand my eyelids crashed heavily, blocking the windows to the soul in darkness.

No, a nightmare didn't appear. Nothing appeared for what seemed a millennium which brought me odd comfort. A fleck in the vast space of nothingness materialized after the blank space of time, though, fluttering towards me and kissing my skin like a prayer to the Gods.

More light came, creating something alive and corporeal, going against my wishes of dreamless sleep. My wishes shattered into disbelief as the light transformed itself, pink smoke erupting from within the masses of the light, blinding my senses and reminding me of my earlier blessing.

I blinked heavily, my eyes dilating as they took in the woman standing in front of me. Seeming to come from the flecks of light gracing the air and my skin.

She was beautiful. With eyes that changed so rapidly, I found myself going dumb at the mouth. Although, in some aspects, they reminded me of my own, which changed from time to time, never truly sticking.

Her hair was changing too. The woman's pin-straight hair transformed into a caramel balayage, with curls that seemed to be done by an angel's finger; so gracefully. And then it changed again from ashed blonde finished with a gorgeous updo, ( seemingly coming straight from a textbook on the Victorian Era ). Then turning into fiery red coils, with brown undertones.

It wasn't until that moment I knew that this celestial woman was Aphrodite. The ancient Greek Goddess was associated with love, beauty, pleasure, passion, and procreation. The Goddess was also my mother. I felt my heartbeat at an unknown pace again.

"Hello, daughter," The woman smiled, pearly whites shocking my senses. I felt tears well up in my eyes. "I must admit, your being has become my most prized possession. I am sorry it took so long to come into commission."

My tongue dried. "Wha- I- me-" My breath kept catching itself, mouth seeking moisture. Truly realizing, my greatest wish was coming true. "Commission? Wha—"

"I see so much of myself in you," she smiled sadly, almost like it was a bad thing. She gasped. "Your eyes—"

I glanced down, my eyes were most likely a dull hazel, completely boring my mother. "I know. They're—"

"Pink. My dear, your eyes are glowing pink." She kissed her teeth. "Why, this means. . . ."

She cut herself off as my eyes widened. Disbelief clouding the crevices in my brain. I touched my head, grasping for my temperature, feeling faint.