𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔚𝔞𝔶𝔰

28

I pull of my shirt. My body is stained with troll blood. I think I need to get into the water. I found a small pond near us. Very near us. I walk in. I wince as I pull my cut into the water. It stings. I splash water onto my face. Everything has been so hectic. I just need to rest. I can't stop thinking about who else knows about the sword. Who could have wielded it?

"You look better." A voice says.

I turn. Cece stood before the pond. 

"I don't feel better." I turn.

"I know." She says.

She pulls off a part of her dress. I roll my eyes. Not this again.

(Original song from Epic the musical)

"There are other ways of persuasion. There are other modes of control." She smiles.

Her voice is like vines. She pulls off her bottom. I look away. She enters the lake. 

"There are other means of deceit. There are other roads to the soul. There are other options of passion."

She swims near me. She pulls down her hair. 

"You have so much left to learn. Want to save your men from the fire? Show me that you're willing to burn, whoa." 

She moves her hand up my arm. I back away.

"Oh, well, who's to say, with all the mistakes I've made." I mutter.

She draws closer to me. 

"Don't be afraid." She coos. 

"That they will be the last-" I start.

"Think of your past." She looks at me with honest eyes.

I know. I have no Penelope left. She's gone. I've been fighting a battle for years alone. She moves her hand up my wounded arm. She presses on it. With her magic she heals it. I look at her. I gently rest alongside the rock bed. She sits on top of me. 

"Mistakes I ever make?" I finish.

"There is so much power so much power, but there's no puppet here." She presses her lips onto mine.

This time, I let her. I move my hand up her back. She presses her hands against my chest. For once, I need relief. I need my inner thoughts to rush away. I want them to wash away. She's doing it well. I feel so much better. I want this.