Creation: The Primordial Era (Creation Series, Book 2)

Overactive Imagination? Never Have I Ever.

Mousai's POV

Swaying, swaying and tumbling. I can feel all of it. My mind, my blood, my bones. All of it tipping around inside of me like liquid. "Find out who I am? Learn who I am?" I question to myself while curling my nails into my skull.

I feel myself uncontrollably grin as I continue to follow Persephone's trail of flowers she's left behind for me, the only thing I've stopped questioning myself on as my imagination's beginning to turn on me. "Oracion this, Oracion that. Mousai this, Mousai that." I'm sick of it all.

'Are you sure about that?' A voice asks me.

"As sure as I can be." I reassure the sinking feeling I have within me.

Grabbing my face within my fingers I can't help but scream...shriek and bellow from the depths of my stomach. "I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT! I CAN'T DO IT!" I claw the flesh off my face, ripping out strands of my hair and snapping my own fingers with my other hands. "WAKE UP!" I scream to no one.

"AHAHAHAHA" Throwing one foot in front of the other as I try to get closer to Hades' palace.

'What's your name?' It asks again. Whispering...practically begging for an answer from nobody but myself.

I fall to the floor, my broken hand the only thing stopping my chest from connecting to the cold purplish stone beneath me. "MOUSAI!" I scream back. "MOUSAI! MOUSAI! I'M MOUSAI!" I scream while imagining my own broken body as the stone suddenly turns into a reflective surface, one presenting exactly what I'm imagining.

My thoughts slow as I fully take in the bloodied mess that I've turned myself into. Running a hand through my hair I feel it glow under my touch, "Give back what I've lost." I chant to the falling pieces I've ripped out. Imagining myself in a better light, one with untorn flesh, hair and unbroken bones.

I watch as it all comes back to me. This gift that Oracion's unintentionally bestowing upon me...one that abides by logic, my own logic, something that I'm able to comprehend. 'Persephone mentioned how she was surprised the god eating flower stopped under her command, was that because of me?' I think to myself.

Even then, I can't help but squint just barely above my head. The two moons still there, but only visible if you knew what you were looking for. "Who are you?" I ask the reflection, noticing something that tightens my heart a little bit. Its lips didn't move with my own.

After a delay, it finally responds. "Who are you?" She asks back with a grin, cracking the stone and causing it to tumble back down the steep trail.

'Palace...get to the palace. That's all I need to do'. I look up, "Not as fast as Hermes, not as untraceable as Oracion. But a speed that would get me to that palace." Feeling weight being added to my legs as I suddenly feel energy overwhelm me, pushing and practically launching me across the floor, inches from scraping my chin across the stone.

Literal steam pumping itself off my skin as I desperately gasp for air, rushing back to my feet and scratching at my throat as if I was buried alive. "H-" I try screaming but there's nobody here...nobody here at all.

Until a sudden cold grasp tugs one of my arms in a particular direction, sliding on a bracelet made up of a lumen green and pitch black beads. "Ones of ruin. One that is surely to delay the inevitable demise that awaits peacefully for you." A statue lacking the features of a man, but most definitely attempting to mimic some sort of human begins to speak to me.

"The ruination that can seal gods within flesh. A harnessed strength in the limitation of stone. Is that expression one that exudes calmness? I would like very much to practice such things." His calm voice explains whilst bowing to me.