Cry of the Moon

Chapter 14: The Wrath of a Vengeful Goddess

"I'm married to a goddess," Endymion murmurs in my ear that night as we lay curled together in bed.

"A Titaness," I correct and he laughs.

"Of course, a Titaness. And what is the difference again?"

It's my turn to laugh now. "They are innumerable and yet impossible to describe to someone who is neither. Fundamentally we are the same, but I know I am a Titan, not a god, just as the gods know they are not Titans."

"That sounds... confusing."

"It doesn't make as much of a difference as you'd think. You mortals are always so focused on your differences - where one was born, the color of their skin, how much money one has - that you forget you were all made of the same clay once. When the Titan Prometheus breathed life into mortals, he did it in one breath. You are all literally descended from the same ancestor."

"So gods and Titans look down on us for fighting each other over the smallest things. And yet didn't you have a war that was the gods versus the Titans? Didn't the gods and Titans fight each other for a decade over who got to rule the universe?"

I shrug. "That is all true. Humans were made in our image, after all. Either way, you will never convince an immortal to admit they are anything like a human."

"You just did."

I laugh again, remembering all the times I had been criticized on Olympus for empathizing with mortals. "I'm... different than the others. Sometimes not in a good way."

Endymion pulls me close to him, kissing me on the top of my head. "If being different is what made you fall in love with me, then I think you're different in all the right ways."

I smile. "Thank you for forgiving me, my love. I know I messed up in the biggest way, but -"

"You've already apologized enough for one night," Endymion says, placing a finger over my lips. "All I ever wanted was the truth from you, and you gave that to me. So long as you keep doing so, you will never have to lose me again."

I want to remind him that, even without the prophecy, I am immortal and he is only mortal, so I am fated to lose him anyway. And oh, the prophecy. I have yet to tell him of that either and even now, I don't see the point in worrying him. If I'm right, we had broken the prophecy when we were married. If Gaia is right, then there's nothing either of us can do about it anyway.

So what is the use in telling him, if not only to make him worry?

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The next day, I offer to go to town to buy our groceries for the next few days. Endymion casts me odd looks as I prepare to leave until I finally can't stand it anymore.

"Would you like to come with me?" I snap at him and then immediately regret it when he flinches. "I'm sorry," I say, walking over to him and kissing his cheek softly. "But if you really don't trust that I'm just going to town, which I would completely understand, then you can come with me. We can take the children, make it a family day."

Endymion laughs. "An entire day with you six? That sounds dreadful."

I smack his arm as he continues to chuckle. Looking at me, he meets my gaze for a few moments before sighing. "I trust you. Just try not to be too long." He leans down slightly, kissing me with a gentle fire and my entire body freezes in place, not wanting to be the one to pull away.

"I don't want to go anymore," I murmur to him and I can feel his smile against my lips.

"We have no food."