TW:Mentions of su!c!de, lotta swearing
The next morning I woke up to find everyone gone.
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I could see the ship in the horizon, leaving me there. As I looked around, I saw a bag with supplies, enough for about two weeks, and a letter from Phaedra. It read:
~ "Dearest sister Ariadne,
Theseus has made the decision to leave you here, just for two weeks. Then we'll come back! He promised me. It'll just be so that we can get married in Athens - I know you said that we could only get married when I was 16, but that seems so far away! I'm old enough anyway, even if I'm technically not of marrying age. I'll come back, I promise. I know you don't like Theseus because of what happened to poor Helen, but he's changed. He told me so himself. See you in two weeks!
Phaedra" ~
THAT ACTUAL BASTARD.
HOW DARE HE.
That good-for-nothing stuck-up little piece shit had left me here. And I knew he wasn't going to come back. Oh, even now, decades later, thinking about his little "I'm a prince and a hero so I can do anything I want and you must bow down to me or I'll call my daddy on you" face makes me want to barf. I don't regret what I did. I was so angry, so incredibly furious, I could feel the blood of Helios streaming in my veins. So I screamed and shouted to the sunrise and to the ship, and with it I prayed to Helios to make him suffer. And I heard him, my grandfather, whisper, "You don't need my help. Use your own magic, the one you used to build things, and make him suffer".
"COME BACK YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU ACTUAL COWARD. IF YOU'RE TRULY A HERO LIKE YOU CLAIM COME HERE AND FIGHT ME. GIVE ME MY SISTER BACK YOU DICKHEAD. YOU STUPID DUMBSHIT GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!"
He didn't come back.
So I made him suffer.
I remembered my mother, when I was young, how she would brew potions that would heal any cold, and how when she danced, it seemed like she was flying. How she could weave the most intricate patterns, telling a story that was so beautiful and real, it was like you were there. And I saw how every time I tried to build, or fix, something it seemed like I was bringing life to it. How the wings I helped Daedalus make looked and felt like real wings. And I took all that magic, all my anger and I cursed him.
"If you would so easily forget me, then may you forget something important to you. Forget to switch your flags to white. Make those closest to you suffer as they think you are dead. Make them hate you as they realise you are not. You stole my sister from me, killed what was left of my brother, made me leave my home, and made Icarus fall to his death. You destroyed my future. Now, I curse you for a lifetime of sorrow, for every time you find something you love it will be taken away from you."
My sister sent me a letter, two weeks later, with a falcon. She said that Theseus had forgotten to change the flags to his ship like he had promised his father to let him know he was safe. His father therefore thought that he was dead. Lost in sorrow, he jumped off a tower.
I didn't regret it.
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