A Rainbow In The Night

Truth Comes Foggy

The features on his face showed one emotion, while his eyes showed another. People say that the eyes are the window to the soul, guess his were more...foggy, not quite clear but I could see a blur of his emotions. I couldn't tell how he was truely feeling, but who can? No can see how someone is really feeling. People hide their emotions behind a mask, and it can fool anyone, but not me. I saw through it. Who's to say, "There's no way she could be the only person to see through him." I could be wrong, but then, who's right? Is anyone right? Are we all wrong all the time? No one is perfect, we just think some are.

Everyone knows that some people just have bad luck, while others get through life unscathed. You get judged by your parents, wronged by your friends, or left alone.

He didn't say a word, he just stared at me. His expressions got softer. I sighed, closing my eyes, relieved that he looked angry no more.

"Evelyn."

"Hm?"

"My name is Evelyn."

I felt his hand leave my jacket. The wind blowed gently as his presence began to leave. Eyes still closed I swiftly grabbed his arm.

"You're not leaving me, not again."

He tried to pull away, not letting him out of my grasp.

"Too many times has people left, but not this time."

My grip got tighter on his arm, showing that I wasn't taking no for an answer. Shrugging he jumped down off the tree.

"How am I suppose to get down?"

"Figure it out for yourself."

"I'm gonna cut his throat," I thought, "so going to cut his throat."

"I will."

Turning, grabbing the nearest branch, clenching the wood so falling wouldn't be an option. My bones cracked and muscles burned, forcing my body to move.

Hands shaky like leaves in a storm. Slipping, my hands were damp. My foot slipped, quickly grabbing onto the fragile limb above me.

"Mmph..." Clenching my teeth as to not scream from the tearing of muscle infused with newly formed scar tissue; stiff from not moving for that long period of time.

My fingers lost hold.

I closed my eyes, a reflex to falling from as high of a structure as a redwood tree.

My body landed in the arms of Hercules.

"Am I dead?" I ask, my eyes clenched shut, peeking around to see that I am indeed alive.

Hercules puts me down and turns towards Zagreus.

"You were seriously going to let her fall to her potential death?!"

"Maybe," he says, "or maybe..."

He snaps his fingers and I'm back in the tree, hanging by a finger. My grip was slipping.

Again I fall, but I was not caught by Hercules, no, I was caught by Zagreus.

"She could be saved by me instead."

I look at him, he is staring right at me with a smirk on his face. I looked at him with big eyes, like a child looking at their hero.

I was dropped not moments later, hitting the ground hard.

"ow..."

My head layed on the grass, flat, along with the rest of my body, Eyes squeezed shut. My headache was back, and was worse. I did not move for the rest of the night, neither did I sleep.

Zagreus sat beside me in the morning.