✗ | 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, larissa weems

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𝐓𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

i winced as my fingertips brushed the tender, raw flesh of the burn mark on my neck, a cruel brand left by my father in his twisted attempt to remove a hickey.

a wave of frustration surged through me, and i slammed my fists onto the sink. my ginger hair fell in front of my face, masking the tears that blurred my vision.

a pathetic sob escaped my throat, echoing through the small bathroom. i sniffled, wiping my nose with the back of my hand, trying to compose myself.

a sudden, loud knock on the cabin door sent my heart plummeting into my stomach. panic seized me. i glanced over my shoulder, the mirror reflecting my wide, fearful eyes.

moving slowly and hesitantly, i stepped out of the bathroom. i leaned to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the intruders through the window before deciding whether to open rusty wooden door.

but i didn't have much of a choice.

before i could even process what was happening, the door flew open with a thunderous crash. the two guards stationed on the porch had kicked it in effortlessly, one booted foot shattering the flimsy lock.

i gasped, stumbling back in shock. my spine collided with the wall, and i instinctively clutched my wrists to my chest as if to shield myself from the impending danger.

the guards entered, their imposing figures filling the small cabin. their expressions were hard, unyielding, and devoid of any sympathy.

i could feel the cold, oppressive air they brought with them. my eyes darted around the room, searching for any means of escape, but there was none.

i was trapped, cornered by the very people who were supposed to protect me.

one of the guards stepped forward, his boots thudding heavily against the wooden floorboards. he reached out, and i flinched, pressing myself further against the wall.

the cold, unfeeling hand gripped my arm, pulling me forward with a rough jerk.

"queen calypso is ready to see you," the second guard grumbled, his thick greek accent rough and unyielding.

i bit my lip, stifling a cry, as they dragged me out of my cabin. each guard's iron grip clamped onto my upper arms, and i stumbled out into the dimly lit forest pathway.

the rising sun cast long, eerie shadows, the only source of light piercing through the thick canopy of trees.

every step was agony as my bare feet stung with the sharp sting of twigs and jagged rocks. my dark green summer dress, now dirt-streaked and tattered, trailed on the ground, catching on every root and stone as we moved.

the air was cool and damp, carrying the earthy scent of the forest mixed with the saltiness of the distant sea.

the guards' heavy boots thudded against the forest floor, a stark contrast to my hesitant, uneven steps. my heart pounded in my chest, each beat a deafening reminder of my fear.

the path ahead seemed endless, winding through the dense underbrush, leading to an unknown fate.

as we neared the celeste circle, the ancient gathering place of the nymphs, the trees began to thin, revealing the sacred clearing bathed in the soft glow of dawn.

the towering stone pillars, etched with runes and symbols of old, stood like silent sentinels around the circle. the air grew still, heavy with the weight of centuries of rituals and gatherings.