I never thought nothingness could be so gorgeous! Hecate had, for this one evening, slaughtered all light; the Aegean Sea was pure. How reassuring it was to see my future, my freedom, unblemished! I thank Zeus for seeing my plight, hearing my cries of insanity!
At first it was nothing; I was her servant and tending to her tears after milord's beatings and spats of verbal abuse was simply part of the job. And thus it continued, day in and day out. There was never a word of thanks, simply decrees that I should depart from her presence. Unfortunately, even were it not my job, Eros had taken a special interest in our case--who was I to defy the will of Olympus? Thus I remained, watching as Shades poured from every orifice of her body; I did what I could, but that hardly hindered her collapse due to the weight of her own sorrow. To see a goddess fall apart...maddening!
Yet, when the wisdom of Athena struck me, she begged that I stay and tend to her further! And I did so; no man can resist the Siren's song. Her sorrow began to drive me mad. I began to stop sleeping, eating. I became sickly and enraged. Yet I stayed by my master's side through it all. I never could understand what drove me to stay. She seemed to be so accustomed to the hellish cycle that she just let it go for eternity.
I felt my body beginning to fall apart, and that evening the cries of the Fates cried out to me. "Run, run!" The message was clear. I knew that this was my last, my only, chance to flee. I had no idea where to go, but fleeing Greece was obvious. I stood on the shore of the Aegean Sea, feeling the summer breeze drift lazily over my body. My escape.
I had seen a large boat being stocked in the harbor by candlelight; it intended to leave tonight. As I turned to face the dock of my freedom, I felt it. Damnit all I felt it! That chilly, yet tender, hand gripped my shoulder. Damnation most foul! Poseidon teased me with his warm ocean spray gracing every pore of my being. Had I just fled, I would be as free as Icarus!
"Where do you go?" Her voice was Olympus and Tartarus meshed into one sick, yet soothing, sound. "Why do you abandon me when I need you most?" Eris! I pray that Poena extracts her vengeance in a most cruel fashion, you treacherous beast! "I beg you, please, return to me."
The light of that far away candle had long since been extinguished; the boat now drifted along the sea out to new lands. Distraught, I finally turned my eyes toward her, her tears shimmering as if it was a mockery! "As you wish, milady."
At first it was nothing; I was her servant and tending to her tears after milord's beatings and spats of verbal abuse was simply part of the job. And thus it continued, day in and day out. There was never a word of thanks, simply decrees that I should depart from her presence. Unfortunately, even were it not my job, Eros had taken a special interest in our case--who was I to defy the will of Olympus? Thus I remained, watching as Shades poured from every orifice of her body; I did what I could, but that hardly hindered her collapse due to the weight of her own sorrow. To see a goddess fall apart...maddening!
Yet, when the wisdom of Athena struck me, she begged that I stay and tend to her further! And I did so; no man can resist the Siren's song. Her sorrow began to drive me mad. I began to stop sleeping, eating. I became sickly and enraged. Yet I stayed by my master's side through it all. I never could understand what drove me to stay. She seemed to be so accustomed to the hellish cycle that she just let it go for eternity.
I felt my body beginning to fall apart, and that evening the cries of the Fates cried out to me. "Run, run!" The message was clear. I knew that this was my last, my only, chance to flee. I had no idea where to go, but fleeing Greece was obvious. I stood on the shore of the Aegean Sea, feeling the summer breeze drift lazily over my body. My escape.
I had seen a large boat being stocked in the harbor by candlelight; it intended to leave tonight. As I turned to face the dock of my freedom, I felt it. Damnit all I felt it! That chilly, yet tender, hand gripped my shoulder. Damnation most foul! Poseidon teased me with his warm ocean spray gracing every pore of my being. Had I just fled, I would be as free as Icarus!
"Where do you go?" Her voice was Olympus and Tartarus meshed into one sick, yet soothing, sound. "Why do you abandon me when I need you most?" Eris! I pray that Poena extracts her vengeance in a most cruel fashion, you treacherous beast! "I beg you, please, return to me."
The light of that far away candle had long since been extinguished; the boat now drifted along the sea out to new lands. Distraught, I finally turned my eyes toward her, her tears shimmering as if it was a mockery! "As you wish, milady."
The Servant
