Clair de Lune

25. Secrets

I walked down the hall, carrying fresh clothes and a clean towel with me. A couple weeks had passed by without incident, and everyone was getting ready for bed. I decided now would be a good time to take a shower, seeing as I had less of a chance of being interrupted.

I pushed through the plastic sheets to the shower I'd claimed as mine, placing my things on the shelf while I got undressed. The tap sputtered to life and I dunked my head underneath it, relishing the feel of the water over my skin. The cold helped to ease my warmth, seeing as I was having trouble keeping my body temperature regulated. As it grew warmer outside, I too began to feel the same. I just closed my eyes and ducked my head under again, letting out a sigh and smiling.

"Agnes? Is that you?"

"Oh, hey Osiris." I turned to look behind me, watching as the woman entered the room. She carried a bundle of clothes with her as well and looked like she was looking forward to a shower.

"I hope you don't mind if I join you?" She asked and I shook my head.

"Of course not."

She turned the shower on beside mine, placing her things on her own shelf before she stripped down. I caught myself taking small glances over at her, examining her curves and body. It was hard not to compare mine to hers, but she just seemed perfect in every way. I had to keep reminding myself that she was a supernatural, all powerful being; and I was not.

"It's always so strange to look at today's technology and think about what it was like over the centuries," she chuckled, shoving her head into the water stream. Her curls were tighter than mine and it took a lot longer for them to become soaked, "I mean, I remember when we didn't even have running water. We had to fetch it from the pump and boil it if we wanted a warm bath. Then there was the bath houses, my, those were the days."

"You sound like you miss them." I smiled a little, and she opened one eye to glance at me.

"I miss the people, but not the times." Osiris replied. "Everything in the present day is so much easier to access, but I wouldn't mind trading it in to go back a few decades."

"It's your brother you miss, isn't it?"

"Aye, he was my only family," she said quietly, a small hint of her ancient accent poking through, "I still feel as if he has control over things here, though. He rules the lands of the dead now, after all."

"Rules the lands of the dead, huh?" I snickered, "I wonder if he's met my family yet."

Everything was quiet between us for a few moments. I felt a small tension and I looked over to see her, standing there with her eyes open and her brows furrowed in thought. Her hand was pressed up against the wall and it took her a few more moments to finally come to whatever conclusion she was thinking of.

"Necro...they said he died, right?"

"Well if by "they" you mean "we", then yes."

"Normal, living people don't just come back from something like that without a purpose," Osiris explained her train of thought, "Once you're dead, you're dead. The only way you can come back is if someone sends you back."

"What are you saying? That someone had a soft spot for the poor guy?" I snorted a little.

"I think Seth may have had something to do with it."

"Really? How come?" I peeked up, incredibly curious about the idea of it.

"He's different than he was before, nothing less, nothing more," she recited the words as if they were ingrained into her mind, "someone thought he was valuable enough to send back to the land of the living."