Unraveled

Chapter Four

The reds, blues, and greens flowed together in a symphony of colors, dancing across her vision. They swirled together then darted away as quick as they came. She wanted to reach out and touch them, but it felt like someone was stepping on her chest and prevented her from moving.

Suddenly, the colors formed an image that she had never seen before. It was a man and a woman, except the man was not quite a man. At least, from her experience, she had never seen such a man as he. The man was taller than a basketball player with long blond hair that was tied with a leather cord behind his back. He was shirtless and crouched over the woman, but she could still see how his muscles bulged from his body. Body builders could only strive to have such a physic. His nose was long and Romanesque, with deep set brows and shinning gold eyes.

The woman was lying down with her brown hair fanning around her in a disarray. She looked like she had recently given birth, due to the blood that soaked the sheets and the glow the waved off the woman. That is when Amara noticed the bundle in her. Despite the heaviness in her chest, she was able to move forward so see what was in the woman's arms. Two babies were nestled next to each other with both of their eyes open and aware to the world. One with purple eyes and the other with honey colored eyes.

I've never seen these people in my life, thought Amara.

"My dear, this cannot be possible. They said we would have two more sons and they graced us with a daughter. How can a daughter be a protector?" said the man rubbing the back of his head.

"Can't you see my dear? She is a gift even if was unexpected. We should be thankful, not upset. I know you have daughters already, but she is the daughter we had together," said the tired woman, tapping the nose of her daughter with affection.

Amara watched the scene unfold in fascination. Her mind must have been concocting a story for her to view since she passed out. She thought back to her last few moments before she passed out, but was interrupted by a loud shout.

"No! How dare you even suggest that Poseidon! She is mine and no one else's," hissed the woman while holding the babies closer to her body.

He pushed stray hairs out of the woman's face, gazing softly at her, "She will be targeted as weak, my darling. It is the only way to ensure she will grow to her full potential."

"Send her away? How will we know she will be loved,  like the love I give her? Nothing is stronger than a mothers love for their children," said the woman with tears streaming down her face.

He came closer to her and kissed her forehead, "She will have a protector that will know when she is ready. When she comes home, her brothers will train her in combat. If I sent her to Olympus, she will never know the flaws of man and the triumphs. I want her to be well versed in both worlds."

"Why only her and not the boys?" said the woman with venom in her voice.

"The boys are different, because they will already be on a level playing field with the other boys in training. I want our daughter to have an upper hand," his hand moved through her hair with a soft caress as if cementing the image into his head for another day.

"I want to best for her, but I do not feel comfortable with this my love. How long will she go without feeling like she belongs? To never know her true home in Atlantis?" The woman held the infant close to her heart with tears running down the sides of her face. 

He shook his head and stood, "She has strong blood. Yes, she will not feel comfortable with humans, but she has warrior blood and will be drawn to combat. She will read to feed her mind and train to exert her body. This is the way and I will not hear of it."