MARRIED TO DEATH(cure to a broken soul#1)

CHAPTER TWO

My fingers wrapped around the handle of the door. The door was heavy as I tried to pull it, I had to use two hands in order for the door to the bedroom to open. I felt my cheeks flush in embarrassment as I had difficulty opening the door. I leaned my back against the door as I let out a breath. My hands were behind my back as I banged my head lightly a few times on the back of it.
     He was the son of Hades, the Prince of the Underworld. Yet, I was forced to marry him because my parents couldn't let me go. I didn't want my soul taken, I didn't want to come back when I eventually did pass. He was handsome, but he was evil. He murdered lives of innocence and brought back evil to the world to kill more innocent humans. He enjoyed the sight of pain. I don't know if I could love him the way my mother loved my father.
    I continue to walk through the room. I noticed there was a giant bookshelf full of untouched books with a ladder. The ceiling was a painting of what looked like the Trojan war, every detail of the painting was historically accurate. The realism, how much movement there was in it. As I stared at the painting, it felt like it was moving. I could hear the shouting, almost like it was a flashback.
   I let out a gasp, placing my hand on my abdomen to regain my balance. I didn't know what happened, almost like I have been there before. Horses running out of battle, swords clashing against each other. Arrows flying across the sky just like the painting did.
    I shake my head, placing my hand on the top of my head flattening my hair. A heavy sigh escaped my lips as I looked around the room. There wasn't a clock in sight. I had no clue what time it was, I had no windows in my room. I felt like I was in a cell, that I was just a prisoner who was forced to marry a man to take my soul. A person who was forced to marry to keep me alive because I stopped doing chemo, and my parents wouldn't let me go in peace.
     My heels clicked against the floor that had green zinnias that were glazed in the flooring. I headed over towards the bed that rested against the wall. The bed was the most comfortable bed I've ever rested on. My eyes shut for just a moment, my hands were resting on my stomach as I stared at the painting. It was moving again, as I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't escape the sounds. I have so many questions, but I don't even know where to start with them. Slowly my eyes began to droop, sleep had overtaken my mind as I drift.
 
     "Callista!" I turned around and noticed someone coming at me.
     I was quick to dodge,  our swords clanging together as I let out a cry. My arms were aching. I could feel the electricity running through my body as I was able to push the soldier off of me. He was bigger than me, ten times my size as I was able to fight him back. It was like a dance, a dance to death or a dance of survival.
    The man in front of me had blood trickling down his arm, and half of his armor was torn off. His leg looked like it had been slashed from a sword. His face was full of cuts and bruises. Then, I noticed in the sky there were arrows flying over our heads. Luckily the soldier in front of me was taller than I was, as I used him as a shield. Screams filled the air as I felt something sharp pierce through me.
  
"Callista!" I heard someone shout.

"Callista!" I let out a gasp, my body quickly shooting up out of bed from my dream.
"Sorry. Sorry. I'm sorry" I said in between breaths.
   "It's alright." A soft voice spoke, my mind was less foggy, as I was back in reality.
    "Tryx, I don't know how, or why, but something strange happened. I-I- all I did was just stare at the painting, and I fell asleep. Then the next moment I was there! I wasn't even sure what happened. After that I felt like I was drowning, and I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move." It felt like a memory, not just some dream.
   Tryx exhaled deeply, I could tell she wanted to tell me something but she couldn't. Her hand softly raked through my hair like a mother would when a child was upset. It was working, as she looked up at the painting. It was no longer moving, it was still. Too still. It was just like a normal painting that you'll see in a museum. I laid on my side for a moment longer, my head began to feel less dizzy. Tryx removed her fingers from my hair, her long nails were no longer scratching my scalp as I sat up. I was staring at the ground. The zinnia's were beautiful, most of them were white as there were a few green ones to match the emerald green on the walls.
     "Every mortal who has visited the Underworld has been through this. It's because they didn't believe in the myths. The Gods got angry and as a result of the consequences, this would happen. In every room in this house there is a painting like this one. All the same, yet different memories happen to them. It's nothing to be worried about." I looked into her eyes, and I could see that she was lying. So I decided to play along, pretending to believe her words.
   "Yea, that must be why." Tryx placed a warm hand on my cheek almost as if she was studying my face.
    "You do not trust me?" Her accent was thick, and I shook my head.
    "N-no, of course I do! I just, it felt so real and I'm just a little freaked out." I assured her, quickly rushing to an excuse of my own.
     "Very well then. Alexander is waiting for you in the dining hall. Get dressed." She ordered, and I quickly obeyed, wanting to drop this conversation quickly.
     I noticed that she was still wearing the same red gown from earlier. The dress hugged her figure nicely, giving her an hourglass shaped figure. Her breasts were more pronounced, keeping them in place. The dress had gold stones in the center along with some red ones on the other side. The dress was down past her ankles. It was off the shoulder with a long bell sleeve. The bell sleeves were chiffon and they were like a maroon color. Her nails were a metallic gold matching with the dress. I noticed there was a slit in her dress showing her bronze colored legs. Her brown hair was in loose curls that laid along her shoulders.
    She started to get up heading for the door, "wait!" She stops.
   "Would you help me pick a dress?" Her lips twitched into a smile, and I couldn't help but mirror the same smile.
    "Of course." I got up off the bed as we headed towards the walk in closet.
    There were many dresses to choose from. They look like they've never been worn, almost as if they were waiting for me to wear them. I couldn't help but drag my fingers against the fabrics.
      "Little human have you not seen a closet like this?" I shook my head, turning my head back and facing Tryx.
     "Back in the Mortal world we don't wear fashion like this. We wear modern clothes, you know, jeans, boots, erm, band T's." Tryx tilted her head as she gave me a confused look.
     "One day I'll show you what I'm talking about." I promised, as I continued to stare at this one dress.
     "You'd look beautiful in that one." She said, I hummed in response.
     "Don't you think it's a bit much?" I asked, pulling out the dress but not enough for it to fall off the hanger.
      "You're a Queen now, little human, might want to dress the part." I take the dress off the hanger. I let out an oomph sound as it was quite heavy.
      It was a beautiful gold beaded dress, and I just knew it was going to be a pain to put on.