The first time I wake up, everything around me is fuzzy. After I few hard blinks, I realize my body must have shifted into my mortal form, meaning it will take me time to adjust to my lessened senses. It also explains my entire body feels like it just got run over with a chariot.
Or perhaps it's because I just free-fell from the heavens. I suppose we'll never know.
"You're awake," a quiet voice says from somewhere near me. I try to lift my head but something presses down on my forehead so I can't move. "Stay still," the voice says and a face comes into view. It's a man with tan skin, curly black hair, and a short beard. I blink a few times until his features come into focus. His eyes are a mix of forest green and sea blue and sparkle with an emotion I've seen only a few times in my many years - fear. But he doesn't seem to be afraid of me. It's almost as if he fears for me.
I quickly cast that ridiculous thought out of my head. No one had ever been scared for me before. Everyone was always scared of immortals. Who would bother being scared for us?
"Who are you?" My voice rasps in my throat and I wince in pain. Heavens how I loath this mortal form.
"My name is Endymion. You landed in my fields, badly hurt."
"Really? I couldn't tell."
Endymion ignores me. "You should rest more. You're safe here. This place is blessed by the gods and they will protect you."
I laugh weakly, thinking of all the prayers I had said to the gods during my time trapped in Medea's cave. "The blessing of the gods doesn't mean anything unless they believe they'll get something out of it too," I murmur.
Endymion raises a goblet to my lips and I instinctively wince away, my mind flashing back to all the potions Medea had poured down my throat, promising me it was the last one, that it would help with the pain, that it would heal me.
"It's alright," Endymion says, pushing my hair back from my face with his free hand. "You're safe here. It's just water."
I stare into his soft blue-green eyes, wondering if I can really trust this man I know nothing about. But my thirst and parched throat wins out in the end and I part my lips just slightly. What little water actually makes it into my mouth feels amazing on my sore throat, although most of it ends up pouring down my chin and Endymion wipes it up with a cloth as though expecting it.
A moment later, a wave of drowsiness washes over me and my eyesight begins to fade. As I allow my eyes to flutter shut, I hear Endymion murmur something above me.
"Lady Hestia, please watch over this woman and heal her body and mind so she may once again feel the love and kindness of the gods."
Before I can retort that the gods and I share no love anymore, the last of my willpower fades and I fall back into the warm arms of sleep.
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The next time I wake up, it's dark outside and I'm alone. I turn my head to the window, feeling every muscle in my weak mortal body scream in agony.
The night sky is filled with stars twinkling merrily. To my surprise, I also spot the beautiful light of the moon glimmering at the edge of the window. I wonder who is driving it, since it is most definitely not me. While I remain stuck in this mortal form, my consciousness cannot be split, and until I am fully healed, my body cannot support the amount of power that courses through my body in my full Titan form.
I push myself to a sitting position and collapse back against the wall, my muscles burning. How can I be this week? It is an odd sensation for an all-powerful immortal to feel, well, powerless.
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Cry of the Moon
FantasyHave you ever looked at the moon? Not just at a passing glance or to admire how bright it is that night, but really looked? Have you ever wondered where the marks on it came from? How the mountains and valleys and craters appeared? Have you ever won...
