Rosalind

Seven

Inside the palace lobby, Pythia rushed in to meet Rose, sitting on the velvet seats.

"Are you ready?" She said, out of breath. Rose smiled and they headed into the elevator. Pythia stepped out, looking as human as Rose did.

"Does Hecate know you're here doing this?" Rose asked.

"Kind of, she knows I'm helping you so it's okay." She smiled nervously and led her into an opposing building.

It was a big community centre, there were already a few people there. There was a woman standing by the front, where all the chairs faced. She spotted the man who killed Drew. Rose was trembling, what if it doesn't work?

Pythia squeezed her hand and smiled.

"It's going to be okay." She whispered.

A few minutes had passed by and about ten more people walked in and took their seats. The woman by the front introduced herself and talked about her alcohol addiction. A few others shared their stories, she kept glancing over at the man they were eager to see.

He finally had his turn up the front, tugging at his clothes a little, Very clearly nervous.

"Hello, my name is Winston, I've been sober for four days now. My lowest moment was driving back from the bar after my girlfriend broke up with me," He took a long pause. Rose sat still. "I caused a crash that killed a young man."

"Progress." Pythia whispered. She raised her hand and he nodded. "Are you planning on staying sober?"

"Yes, of course." He had a very sombre, sad look on his face.

"He's telling the truth." Rose smiled softly, looking at Pythia. "I just know."

Once back in the underworld, Rosalind made her way to Hecate's office. There, she saw a young man handing Hecate a letter.

"Hey." She smiled.

"This is for you." Hecate passed the letter she just held, to Rose. She opened it. It barely had any writing, besides the words, Good choice, Tisiphone.

"Let's discuss." Hecate headed to her office and Rose followed, shutting the door behind her.

"I see you've finished your task with the Furies." Hecate sorted through piles of letters on her desk. "I heard you took your own route."

"I can't give a blanket rule to every crime. Of course, there are some horrid situations, ones that I believe do deserve the torture the furies handle. But in this case..."

"You did the right thing. The last thing the overworld needs right now is more chaos, negativity, darkness." Hecate smiled.

"Thank you." Rose breathed deeply, feeling a huge weight off her shoulders.

"Do me a favour, will you?" She pulled out a piece of paper from her drawer. "Take this to that bakery Atticus loves, it's an order for a few things."

Rose took the note and got up to leave.

"Rose?"

"Yes?"

"That won't be the last time you hear of the Furies." Hecate leaned back with an all-knowing look on her face.

Thanking the cab driver, Rosalind got out and headed into the bakery. She felt sad coming in here without Atticus. It didn't feel right.

"Hi, this is from Hecate, it's a delivery order." She passed the note to the usual cashier. She smiled and begun putting each item in a paper bag.