Bereaved

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  Even before human time, perfection was adored and wanted. Zeus, lord of all Gods, was a perfectionist, and still is. And yet, even as perfection is attractive, it is still so quick to bore. I find more pleasure in the flawed. A pond is tame and pleasing, but a river is unpredictable and beautiful.

  The ocean is both of these things. When the tide is low, the ocean is tame and pleasing to the eye. But, when the moon is at its highest, the ocean is strong and elegant in a beautiful, brilliant way. My amethyst eyes sweep their way across the horizon looking. What I'm looking for is still uncertain to me. Perhaps I'm just looking for something new, something that doesn't happen to me often. Everyday of my life since I was born has been the same. I have no need for sleep, and no need for food. Just a constant day.

   As the goddess of a blessed death, it is my job to make sure the hero's and good souls pass on to the afterlife with little to no pain. But as there are very few good souls in this awful world, my job is not very eventful. My best friend, Thanatos, God of death, brings every soul to the underworld, good or bad. He is always busy. In my search for lost souls of the most brave, I noticed something. Something I have never seen before, something new. Making my way over there I finally saw what was going on. Just near the edge of a growing cliff, in the tower I thought long forgotten by mortals, was a light. A fire or torch perhaps. Getting closer I could hear voices inside, as well as the guards posted just below the large wooden window.

   "Dad! You can't just let those buffoons walk all over us like that! We can take them!", a voice said. I found myself drawn to this voice. Light as a feather, but also deep and sharp. I could tell by the sound of it that the person who had talks was relatively young in years
"No we couldn't, you know it, i know it, hades even they know it!" I flinched at the use of my fathers name as an insult. The voice saying this was deeper, with a rasp to it indicating multiple decades of living. This man was much older, and wiser, it seems.

   "That does not mean we cannot try! These men have pushed us around our entire lives! It's time to get our long overdue revenge!" The boy pleaded with his father, sounding a bit more like a child rather than someone of his age. Seconds later there was a loud crack that echoed out of the window. The older man had hit his son.

   The anger that had risen inside of me was nothing short of unexpected; usually I am very level headed and unable to anger, but standing here and hearing this man hit another for no good reason made the blood in my veins boil. The sound took me by surprise, I have never met another human that would do anything to harm their own child, let alone hit them. This only caused me to go further towards the house.
Eventually I found myself close enough to feel the warmth of the fire the guards had set up. It had long since gotten dark, and the cold was starting to creep its way into my body. The males had started arguing again, and out of frustration, the golden haired boy made his way to the window, gazing out at the view before him. The moon was sparkling against the surface of the ocean, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks at the base of the cliff could be heard.

  I busied myself with watching him take in the lovely view. Until something unexpected happened. In his observations, his eyes had landed on mine. His honey colored eyes met my amethyst ones. Shock filled his eyes, and I could feel my own widen. His mouth opened as if to shout for me, but before any noise could escape him, I scrambled to my feet and ran. I ran until I couldn't see the little hut anymore.

  Only then did  teleport to the safety of my home, face ablaze.