Pertemis A Moon's Tale

Chapter XXV: The Tale of Truths

Struggling across the room towards the table, I groaned in desperation. My body was at its limit. I knew I couldn't tolerate the poison any longer. Most of my senses have been lost over the last few days. Looking at the food and I no longer could smell nor taste any of them. My body was transitioning into a spirit. Fortunately, my limbs were spared from that cruel condition, for I was still able to lift and move them.

I had not let anyone to know about it. After all, most people here only showed me hostility. In addition with the recent stunt that I pulled, the entire Territory must be wanting me dead. So to really tell them about it, that would only have them yelling insults at me. Would they actually believe me?

It was time like this when I actually missed my home base on Olympus. I was born an Olympian Princess. My voice was valued above many and I had people that would lay their lives for me. Yet, in this place, I had no one to protect me besides Perseus. I knew I shouldn't be thinking of it, hoping for the comfort of protection. In normal circumstances, I would have called myself weak and pathetic to even think about it. But, you can't always keep your brave sides when you are close the doors of deaths.

My eyes glanced at the food that Feyre had laid out. Even if I was to eat them, they would taste nothing on my tongue. I would feel like as if I'm eating ashes and air. I was dying anyway, there was no point in keeping me alive with food. With the thought, I staggered back to the bed. My body felt light the moment my head hit that pillow. I hope this would be my last nap. For at least my departure would be peaceful.

It was sometime around midnight, for the lanterns at the corners of the room were lit up. My vision was blurry, for the sleep still linger in my mind. I could not see much, because the light from those lanterns were dimmed. But I could see a figure there, standing my the table and was doing something with the teapot. That person wore a black cloak and because of the darkness of the room, they seemed invisible. I attempted to call them, but my hand accidentally hit the pillow at my side and made it fall on the floor with a 'thud'.

The person turned back sharply. My blurry vision and the dark room were not ideal for me to identify their face. But before I could say anything more, that figure already bolted out of the room and disappeared in the dark.

It wasn't until a minute or two later that I finally got out of that bed. The poison was taking an effect on my mind as well, so I felt dizzy much more often. I staggered towards the table, only to find everything was arranged nicely just like before I went to sleep.

Could that be Feyre that came to clean up the food?

Judging my the coldness on the table, those hot plates have been brought away a few hours back. Beside, if that was Feyre, she had no reason to run away like that. Then the thought came to me.

The poison.

That's right. It must have been the  person that poisoned me. I turned on the light of the chandelier above me, the room was lit up like day. I lowered my head tot he table and scanned. That person was doing something here, possibly put the poison into the tea or the cups. I meticulously checked all of the cups and found no trace at all. I check the tea pot and also found none. It was until I wanted to give up and the light reflected something shiny at the edge of the table. It caught my attention and I brought my eyes closer to it. Right at the edge, there was a clump of blue power there. There wasn't much of it, but I could tell it was spilled when the assassin was startled by me. So that must be the poison that was killing me.