myths

CHAPTER 8 {Nikolas}

I overheard Helena's entire conversation with Artemis and knew how the sincerity in her voice when she promised her that she would remain a virgin. I wanted kids. I could only imagine how unstoppable our god-like kids would be with my powers and Helen's immortality. Shoving that thought to the back of my head, I promptly proposed from my heart and took her to Sparta so we could be wed.

We had a beautiful marriage, we never fought and we were happy. Then one night a cloud rained on our perfect marriage. I decided that I wasn't happy without having kin, but I knew I would never leave Helen. I began to take walks at night, telling her that I was going out. She began to become suspicious though, and one night she followed me. I could feel her sadly trusting eyes on the back of my head and I could hear her dainty footsteps following behind me. I turned around to tell her what was going on and all I saw was a flash of golden hair and I felt her legs wrap around my waist as I lifted her from the ground. The next thing I knew; her hands were in my hair and then we were on the ground. I remember her telling me to stop but I couldn't. I remember her crying and pushing me away, and gradually giving in. We were together that night and for a moment I was happy. And then that moment ended. I awoke to find her blood splattered body lying in my arms, she was cold and limp, her throat and wrists had been cut and her eyes were opened in fear. Next to her, in the grass, was a note written in her blood Την προειδοποίησε. I warned her.