Swear On My Mortal Soul

[Camp Nanowrimo Project]

Bear has fought blindly for the Twins, Arethusa and Aremenade, as far back as he cares to remember. He's bowed to their every beck and call, all without ever having met them personally. Some rumor them to be faeries. Others rumor them to be gods. Most deem them something worse. And when they summon Bear to a meeting for the first time, he's sure he's been called to die. But they've called upon him for a fate much worse.
With something shifted in the gods, the Twins now recruited the strongest of their Twinsmen to leave the island and find the Blackbird. Bear knew how to fight equals on land and sea alike, but how was he to watch the clouds and capture a bird? And even if he did manage to secure the Blackbird, the last thing he wanted was for Arethusa and Aremenade to get hold of such power. Didn't they have too much as it was?
Possibly worse than the task he has been put up to, Bear must leave the island until he solves the Twins' riddle and captures the feathered flock of power. Most people do not seek refuge in hell, but Bear wasn't most people. He would rather slave to the Twins' darkest desires than leave the island. Left without a choice, Bear must now recognize the scars on his mortal flesh and play the game of immortals with the wreckage he's become.