The palace was perched on a cliff and town below was coming to life as the sun fell below the horizon. It had been some time since she was sold. Her hands were red and tender, the muscles in her back were sore but scrubbing the marbles floors was a better fate than dying a slow death in the mines.
The palace was quiet and empty, only an oil lamp lit her way, the constant image of her father giving her willingly to the guard was imprinted in her mind. Hope was a fantasy at this point. Celene wondered what would become of the strange man from her dream, would her mother tell anyone of the atrocity? Would she be completely wiped from their memory and hearts.
Celene's thoughts were interrupted by the shine of a small light behind her, someone was lurking. With time served Celene learned that the most important rule was to always keep your head down in the presence of others.
Hands reached out toward her and caught onto the rags of cloth they provided her. She was forcibly spun and pushed against the nearest wall. Half of her body pressed against the cement wall and the other hanging loosely out of the window.
"Raise your head, wench"
She reluctantly followed the instructions and raised her head slowly. In front of her was a black figure the only light visible from the candle. The King placed the candle below, next to a nearby table; Celene watched -
Suddenly, her neck was clutched in his rough grasp in that instant everything stopped and she was alone with this animal.
"If you make a sound, I will end your life"
The King sounded possessed by a dark power, he was growling at her, much like the beasts her brother used to tell her about. His eyes were black, she could see the evil within his soul; no words could explain the fear instilled deep in her heart.
The hand not clutching her neck travelled between her torn rags and trembling body. She struggled against his cold form but her attempts were futile. He was stronger than her in every aspect and not a soul would believe her; this was a common occurrence between the King and his servants.
The King perched the servant onto the window pane without a thought, he wanted better access to her innocence, it was something he'd wanted since she'd stepped foot into his palace. Celene cried softly to herself the only move she could make was backward.
Below her sat jagged rocks, the waves seemed to slam against the deepest parts of the palace, nothing good could come from this. The King's hand slipped from her bruised neck and lowered to her small breasts.
"You are intact, yes?"
Whimpering she answered, "please, my King spare me, please, I beg of you"
His malicious laugh echoed through her ears, almost drowning out her rapid heart beat. Her life could not end this way, but the fates never smiled down on her. She struggled against his grasp, there was no where for her to run. Her rapid movements and pitiful noises became tedious and the King knew that if she kept this up someone would find them.
"You should be grateful for my touch!" his voice boomed louder than the waves below.
"Plea-"
Without a second thought the King released her with a simple shove and she was falling. Falling off the edge of the world. Her hands reached for anything, absolutely anything that could save her. Hair flying around her, limbs failing in the wind, the only face she saw was his.
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Closing her eyes she released her fears, her anger, her happiness, her love, everything. Opening her arms she collided with the rocks below and when her limp body was swallowed lovingly by the waves, she finally accepted her fate.
Zeus smirked down at the scene.
King Amphictyon laid between his sheets peacefully.
And Poseidon, love stricken Poseidon, felt his heart truly shatter.
boom. okay so it's 3am and i have such bad writers block. if y'all miss me let me know
