The Lamb

5

Nyx

It's been eons since I've set foot in Elysium. I'd almost forgotten what its golden plains looked like. From scent of moon kissed lavender, emerges a version of me I'd forgotten existed.

As if I'd be transported back instantaneously. If only the hatred in their eyes didn't betray the truth.

"How do you feel?"

My frame freezes at the sound of her voice. Her voice brings out fear that is no longer mine. The boy I used to be is no longer here.

"Warm."

She scoffs. "I didn't know you'd still know that word after all this time."

"Yes, well. You took the sun god out of the sun but not the sun out of the god."

I feel it. That power. Here I could probably use it. I close my eyes. I need to not see this. My home. The place I was so lovingly crafted by her hands.

She took—

"I took 3 eons forming you."

I nod and squeeze my eyes tighter and smile. Maybe the only mercy she has done for me was banishing me from this place.

"Each finger. Each toe. Each hair. Each thought."

I feel him. Clawing at me. Trying to escape. Trying to go home. This isn't my home anymore and I think we both know that.

It'a warm. It's so warm. I close my eyes and shudder. For the first time since I was ousted from home I lift my fingers, they shake with the heat, unfamiliar singing my fingertips.

For the first time in eons, the sun rises in Elysium. She's hotter than I remember. Tired. She's been giving so much and I wasn't here. But it's warm. It burns, but I can't stop. It's me. It's who I was. So warm and bright. Loving and giving.

My knees weaken, and despite my clear cut plan I fall to them, raising my face to the sky. I open my eyes taking in the rays, my fingers basking in its warmth.

Oh...I'm home.

"It's not been the same without you."

And then there's her. I look back and scoff. "I know that isn't you. Don't bother speaking to me through your blood sacrifices."

She stops behind me. She still smells like the moon. I don't know why I thought I'd have a triumphant return. I was never really triumphant here.

I was just hers.

Her fingers rest on my shoulder. I shiver. Something in me falls out of wack.

I...should've never come back.
I'm so happy I could come back.
But I should've never come back here.

She was always good at this. She would find me, just in the sun. And she'd tell me how she spent 3 eons forming me.

Each finger. Each toe.
Each thought.

"How are you doing?" Her voice drips with worry.

I scoff and laugh. Really laugh. I put my hand on my face and cackle. "You took a sun god from the sun. How do you think I feel?"

She purse her lips. I don't watch her. I just know she does. I know every movement she'll make.

Now.

Then again, I'd thought that then too, hadn't I? And how wrong had I been?

How naive of me. That was something I once was, wasn't it? Naive? I'd almost forgot, the naiveté was mine. All I could find was the monster I made.

But he's here. Did you miss me? Do you still love me? Am I forgiven? Do you regret me? Can I come home? I hate you. Why would you—?