Star-Crossed Myth: The Divine Fate (Book One)

Chapter XI: Rewrite the Stars

Eris removes her hand from my face, and laughs.

"Y-you..." I gasp, as if I've been holding my breath. But the shock of remembering everything that happened, soon transforms into anger. "You...son of a b—"

Eris ever so slightly flicks her hand, tightening the purple electricity hold around me.

"Argh!" I scream.

She laughs again. "Oh, my dear, you shouldn't ever accept a drink from a stranger."

I breath heavily as I try to endure the pain of her power.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask, panting heavily.

"Why?" Her expression twists into a horrific grin with eyes so wide. "Because of them. All of them!" She shouts, as her hand pans around the room. "I was thrown out of the heavens, and was forced to live as one of you!" She hisses at me.

I try to stand but the power Eris has control over forces me to remain on my hands and knees. Heavily breathing as the pain worsens.

"What did you do to make them do that?" I talk to her, as there's nothing else to do at this point.

"What I did?" She scoffs. "All I did was try and gain a little more appreciation."

"You wanted more power, you wanted to hold yourself up on a higher status in the heavens. But when you were declined, you went insane." Leon argues.

"Shut up." Eric kicks her high heel into Leon's chest, knocking him down. "I lost everything because you!"

"Eris..." I call her name.

"I lost the stars in my eyes, exiled to earth...I lost everything..." Her hands grip her hair as she rambles, as she has a far away look in her eyes. "Except my memories. So, I set my plan in motion, to get revenge. And eventually, little by little, gained my power back in the process." She laughs, flicking her hand that pushes the gods back against the wall.

I listen to Eris' story, slowly understanding her feelings and state of mind. She's so blinded by rage and sorrow that she's spiraling down into insanity.

"Then...you came along..." She directs her attention back at me. "The girl with a body of a human but a soul of a goddess..." She crouches, grabbing my chin with her long fingernails. "You got in my way, so I had to get rid of you. Now, of course, I did plan to kill you, but I like to think of myself as a compassionate goddess, and decided to show you mercy by erasing your memories." She giggles, but stops abruptly. "Now the question is how you manage to regain those memories."

"Does it matter? You have me here now..." I challenge her.

She pretends to think for a moment. "Hmm...I suppose you're right." Her eyes piercing into me like daggers. "I guess what the real question should be is, what shall I do with you?"

She shoves away my face, her long fingernails scraping my skin. She stands up and slowly paces around the room. Picking up the sword, she examines it, then eyes me.

She smirks. "Regaining your memories, coming to the heavens, unsheathing a god's sword, confronting me." She flicks her hand and the painful bind of her power vanishes.

The tightness I had felt suffocating me, eases up. The aching still lingers as I unsteadily stand. My muscles burn, while my heart rapidly beats, ready to burst out of my chest.