Calliope, or known as the Lady of Chaos. Is a being of phenomenal power. Created by a group of mystical entities, who call themselves Lords of Chaos. They wanted a envoy to sprout Chaos at every turn they could get. To walk among man, and inspire ch...
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Death had guided us across a bridge, as in the distance people were playing, and swimming in the nearby lake. But I had a feeling this was no social visit. I walked behind the siblings as the bridge was not wide enough for the three of us to walk side-by-side. Lingering back taking in the atmosphere, the fresh air around me. However, my eyes always locked back with the black coat Dream wore, watching him as he talked with his sister. I felt if I stared too long he would turn and meet my gaze, so I shifted my eyes every so often.
From where I was I could hear him state that when he was captured, it was not him they were looking for, but her. They had stopped on the bridge, which made me linger back, but they faced one another when she told him. To his surprise she already knew that it was her that they were looking for, and Dream just happened to be the one who got caught up in it all. Death leans forward and hooks an arm around him, as she bends down and begins to unknot her laces, to free her shoes.
"What are you doing?" I hear Dream announce, bewildered with what she was doing.
"Taking my shoes off," she replies. "You should take yours off too," she pulls the black sock from her foot. "It's good to touch the Earth with your bare feet. It's grounding," I rolled my eyes at her statement, as she had finished taking both of her shoes and socks off. "Come on, I don't want to miss the next one," Death began to walk forward, and Dream followed his head with her. But turned his head back over to me, meeting our gazes.
"Busy bee she is," I remarked, swaying my hips forward, and coming to pass Dream, but I looped my arm through his, and we walked side by side. We walked in silence, still hooked to one another, following Death as she came off the bridge, and walked down the slope where the humans were hanging around.
"Hi, Sam," Death spoke, as I noticed the man walking past her, who had gotten out of the water, but the fact was. He was a spirit. He turned his head to lock eyes with her, and stopped in his tracks, walking closer to Death.
"Hi. I'm sorry. Do I know you?" He spoke as the chuckled died from his throat. Death did not speak, but just started at him with a knowing look. Then, like a light bulb going off in his head, he realised who it was. His eyes went to the lake he was still in, making the connection. "Oh, no," he spoke. "No, no," he stepped closer to Death. "I need to talk to my wife for, like, one second," he was begging with Death to have a single more moment with his wife.
"Sam," she states his name softly.
"You don't understand. All our flight information is on my phone. I just need to give her the code," he pleaded again, hoping to give it to her.
"I'm so sorry, Sam,"
"But we're on our honeymoon," even that made it worse for his wife.
"Your time is up," it was kind of a cruel fate, but it was life. Death waits for no man.
"Sam?" A woman's voice echoed from nearby, as she raised from her seat, and stepped forward. But I could not look nor hear what was about to come next. I turned my head away, and closed my eyes swiftly, but soon hearing her scream for her husband, tugged at something within me. I could hear Death's wings flap, and I peeled open my eyes to see Dream was staring down at me, offering me a soft expression.
