Eros

Chapters 7 and 8

Chapter 7

Andrew woke up to see that he was in a forest, the same one, and he felt pain in all of his body. He groaned for help, but only heard a "Shh." He looked around to try and find out who it was, but his vision had gone blurry. Skiffin then pecked his head and, although it hurt more, his vision came back slowly. He could see in front of him a figure of purple mist that took the form of a human.

"You need to rest, boy. My healing potions will only work if one is asleep."

"Who are you?"

"That does not matter. All will be revealed soon enough."

"But!" The mist figure whistled, and Andrew immediately fell asleep again.

He woke up later to find that his body no longer was in pain and that the mist figure was now a man that had black hair and was wearing a black robe. He was also feeding Skiffin, which Andrew didn't like.

"Hey!" he shouted. "Stop feeding him!" The man turned around, startled, and Skiffin flew back to his shoulder when he sat up.

"I'm terribly sorry," he said, "but the bird needed his food."

"His name is Skiffin!"

"Skiffin? What a peculiar name! Aphrodite did help you a lot along the way, didn't she?"

"What are you talking about?

"Oh, I have said too much, haven't I?"

"Ugh, just tell me who you are!"

"I think the question is, who are you?"

Andrew got annoyed. The man was being all mystic with him which he didn't like. He decided to tell him who he was anyway. 'Maybe that will give me some answers,' he thought.

"I am Andrew. I... well, I was supposed to be the god of Love today."

"You see, boy, that's wrong."

"What?"

"You don't know who you are."

"I do, I just told you!"

"Do you? You see, if I show you something, I'm sure you'll change your mind."

"I am not convinced." The man, with the click of his fingers, showed Andrew who he came from, how he came to be on Mount Olympus, why he was thrown off and everything about his 'parents'.

"What? This... it can't be true!"

"I can't change the truth, Eros." Andrew was shocked. He thought that wasn't his name but then he felt the name rang a bell and he knew what he saw was true. He realised that, just before he fell into the forest, Aphrodite was going to tell him that she was his mother, but she wasn't, he was formed by the Primordial Eros- the force of Love that stirred creation.

"It's true... I can't believe it. My whole life was a lie." The man didn't respond, but only gave him a look that seemed like he was saying 'I told you so.' At least he didn't actually say it. Then, another realisation came to him- how did he survive the fall? Mount Olympus was about three thousand metres high, and blocks of stone fell on him too, he wasn't given the ambrosia, so how? He asked the man.

"It's true," he said, "any mortal would've died from a fall that big. Luckily, I got some ambrosia."

"How..." the man gave him a warming smile and he felt something similar about them both, something too similar... "You're the Primordial Eros!" he exclaimed.

"Indeed."

"So... I'm you, and you're me?"

"Pretty much, I guess." Eros felt a friend in this primordial being, after all, he was his creator.