Mousai's POV
It's been so long since I've dreamt. It's been so long since I've slept.
Even if I was knocked out...please let it last a little longer. Let this solemnness swallow me whole even be it death. For I can no longer stand the voices that whisper within my head.
"MOUSAI!" An unpleasant scream alerts me, forcing my body to become alert.
My eyes open to a world of chiselled white and gold. A place where the sun and moon merge into one and white hair weaves like webs. "MOUSAI!" I hear the man scream once again.
His figure in the distance running to me with an urgent pacing. "DON'T L-" He continues screaming but I step back, not wanting anymore pain inflicted upon me.
But as I take my comfort step, I find myself on the edge of a pit. One that almost makes me stumble into the abyss. "PLEASE DON'T L-" His words feeling like they're intentionally being cut off by something else.
I...stare down. My body shaking as if I'm about to commit a sin.
Down. My eyes watering like I know this is a mistake.
Down. My nails drilling into my flesh as I try to wake myself up before I commit another mistake.
Until I freeze. The spirals of gold that put the sun to shame. A frenzied spin that waltz along my soul with ease. "STOP LOOKING MOUSAI!" Oracion's voice finally reaches me as I can feel him not too far away from me now.
"I...can't-" I feel a tear slide down my cheek as my soul begins to burn.
This whole time I was blaming Oracion for dreaming of me...when in fact he isn't intentionally doing it...is he? I can't see the body...I can't see what's under that sheet of darkness. But what I do know. Is that those eyes want to be freed, unchained...let loose.
"What if they were brok-" Just one of the thousands of hairs snaps like a feather's fall from grace. The Beasts teeth beginning to show as a gargantuan smile is plastered upon its face.
"MOUSAI PLEASE-" Oracion comes up behind me, covering my eyes and whispering into my ears. "Wake up...please wake up. You can't be here. I shouldn't be here. But we can't do anything anymore...please leave me here and let Persephone kill me. Whatever's down there can't get out if I'm dead, so don't give it what it wants. But more importantly, YOU NEED TO WAKE UP!" He screams into my head.
Shaking me violently until I'm forced awake in the...walls? Of the palace is what I would of liked to say. But instead I remain sat within a chair surrounded by rubble, 6inch deep thorns drilled within my body and flames seared across my body from what feels like a concentrated sun.
"Zagreus..." I call out.
But nobody responds.
With each thrusting movement the vines find themselves deeper within my flesh. The concentrated light that bounces around the underworld, now specifically aiming itself right at my feet as if to intentionally keep me in place for some reason. The light that was meant for Persephone...light that Hades stole in order to bring her a garden she could flourish within.
'Decay' I think to myself, watching as the vines helplessly blacken into dust and fall off my body.
"Persephone? Hades?" I continue to call, blocking the light from my face so that I can finally enable myself to see.
With nothing to go on-I head to the tower across the way, one that holds a large glass dish that bounces the light all the way from the surface. My clothes torn and my feet barren once again. I hold myself, hoping some sort of contact will warm me from this soulless world Hades thrives within.
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Creation: The Primordial Era (Creation Series, Book 2)
FantasyIt's recommended you read through Book 1 (Creation: The Wolves That Are Us) before this, however Book 2 could also be read first without the knowledge of Book 1, you'd be missing out on references and character reveals but that's all. This isn't a t...
