Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter V: Terror Of The Tale

Hey, have you ever heard of Love Wish?

If two lovers have their feelings strong and deep enough, they can live forever?

There are pain and suffering, and most have died in the attempt. Even the greatest love before people eyes is still considered a weak love.

There's only a decision that can determine everything....

But Artemis you're not bound to suffer this fate. Your life is here for a different purpose. Pain and suffering you must let them flow. Or you'll endure the worst.

Be fear the temptation and attraction of love. Be brave against its seduction. Do not define the Higher. Do not cross the border, against what your mind say. Fear it and fight for it or death will be your least......

The voice. The voice came once again at the abyss, the darkness and void I was trapped in. They came from all directions. Surrounded me, suppressing me into a confined space of my own. It pierced through my ears and body. Engulfed me with its sound and swallowed me with its magic. The curses, the warning scared me enough that even I knew I was dreaming, I still had to close my ears.

Fear it Artemis, or death shall be your least!

"Stop haunting me!" I screamed. Tears streaming down my cheeks. I wanted to escape, I wanted to run but cold hands of fear restrained me, its scraggy fingers grabbed at my ankles preventing me. I was cold, vulnerable to it. I didn't know the source or wasn't sure if it was real. I tried to remind myself that it was a nightmare. A dreadful nightmares like a performance of terror every time the curtains of me eyes closed. I was petrified.

I needed him. I needed Percy.

The voice came louder. Million of voices speaking, grunting and bellowing at me. The same thing they spoke, crashing against my ears, against my frail body. They came like the wraiths I casted away, the inner, the evil self I'd locked.

I needed him. I needed Percy. Percy! Percy!

"PERCY!"

I was already sitting before I could realise anything. My eyes were still widened in shock, looking down at the patterns on the floor while trying to recover from the terror. Sweat forming on my forehead and chest as if I just sprayed upon them. My heart wanted to escape from my rib cage while I tried to contain the shortage of breath I was experiencing. After awhile when I was assured I'd fully awakened, I swallow hard one last time before staring at the room. There had been many situations like this in my dreams. I couldn't trust my eyes anymore. There was a time when I thought had woken up, escaped from that nightmare and then the next minute every object in the room would just start screaming the same scary warning again. It seemed to never end.

Four chairs, six lanterns, four vases with six Moonlace in each at four corners, ten books on the table and six cups in the tray. Now I was sure I was fully awake. I had carefully noted down every single detail in the room. I'd counted the rings of my chain forty six times and the tiles a hundred and three times. It's been three months since I was captured and imprisoned here. Three months I'd lived under the disdain and resentment of his kins. Three months of being treated as an object, a pet and nothing.

My hand traced the rings of my chain, it's coldness embraced and squeezed my fingers. I was careful not to move too much, since the ankle that had the chain wrapped around now had a nasty bruise on it. Ever wonder the why it couldn't heal since I was a god. Well the chain was Celestial Bronze, so it affected me like iron with mortals. I crawled to the wall, dragging the heavy metal stacks behind me as they rubbed the floor with scratchy sounds. I leaned my back against the wall of stone, breathing out hard from exhaustion.
I barely had any strength left. My meal was inconsistent and irregular enough that now even my stomach not bother to rumble or moan. Everyday he would have his meal on the table five feet away from me. He ate in his room, and his food surprised me. I thought werewolves were savages and would eat any raw food they could find. But their food was delicates cooked and decorated like in palaces. My meal all consist of half a loaf of bread. It wasn't the bread for me and it wasn't supposed to be fed to me. Everyday he would have his meal, everyday there would a a loaf of bread on his tray and he would tear them in half. He threw it on the floor in front of me as if I was his pet in the corner. I knew he was trying to provoke me, I knew it by the smirk on his face. But I wouldn't want him to be satisfied from it. I picked up the bread from the floor, swept it with my sleeve and ate it. I even made some delicious moan as I chewed the bread to show him I was enjoying it and his eyes would just widen in shock in response. To be honest, the breads were actually good.