Perseus and I had one thing in common. We both have daddy issues, as fucking cringe as it sounds.
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"I WANT NOTHING TO DO with him," Perseus tosses the sword into the distance. My instant reflex kicked in as I flew to catch it. When I returned, he had already fastened his winged sandals and left the Lake of Desire.
I bid the nymphs one last bow because, apparently, they were watching us, especially Ryn. Next to them stood the stallion that had been with him throughout the journey, but now it's time for him to rest, and the nymphs will take care of him, as I will take care of his master.
"You can't just throw this away," I caught up to him. "Zeus said it was forged by Hephaestus. It's the only weapon powerful enough to kill Medusa."
"Yeah, well, I have a sword of my own, perfectly capable of handling the job," he said. "I don't need the help of a God who has been watching us all these years without bothering to actually help us."
"You don't understand—"
"Oh, and you do?" He stops, and so did I. We're floating on high ground. "What would you know? A daimon of Jealousy, born with the blood of his kind and raised from the mortal realm, possesses powers, flight, and so much more. We're nothing alike, so what would you know of my situation? I'm powerless to even protect my own mother, and I'm a so-called demigod."
"I was there when he least expected it," Zeus's voice replayed in my mind from our conversation last night.
Perseus and I had one thing in common. We both have daddy issues, as fucking cringe as it sounds. Not to mention, hilarious. We have a father, but they weren't the best ones. Mine was an alcoholic, abusive at times, physically and verbally. His was not around to watch him grow into the man he is today. I guess if anyone were to reason with me about my own dad, I'd react the same. My hatred of that man is deeper than the Mariana Trench, and no matter what anyone says, it'll always be that way. Nothing will ever change; forgiveness is never an option.
However, Zeus is another issue. He had proven that he was there when Perseus least expected it. Though, I have no evidence to defend the thunder, God.
"Exactly," he pulls out of my thoughts. I didn't realize I'd been silent since we stopped. "You know much, Zelus, but you do not know all, especially about me."
He flew past me. I remain where I am, taking in what just happened while watching him.
"I'm afraid I do."
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Zelus (Perseus Reimagined) (BXB)
FantastikWe all know of the legendary story of Perseus. The demigod, son of Zeus, and slayer of Medusa, the half-snake, half-human Gorgon. The story lived for as long as we know it, but what if I told you that Perseus wasn't the hero you knew? What if I...