I groaned in pain as several thousand years of memories rushed back in. I felt nauseous and struggled to put everything into perspective. I felt Zeus kiss my hands, and I opened my eyes, immediately remembering every argument, every laugh, every moment with him.
Kara displayed a certain grace when she was using those weapons. A sense of…” he thought for a moment, “…fluidity, for lack of a better word. It was like she and the weapons were one. To be honest, it was like watching you when you practice. She’s very good.”
“The best thing about the queen, Hades, is she can move however she wants. Forward…back…” I roll my hips to the rhythm of my words, smiling when his arms tighten as he wills them still. “Sideways, up or down…”
Hades follows close behind me, slamming the door shut. He waves his hand, and I hear a soft click as he seals us in. Incredulous, I mirror his movements as he circles me. He comes to a stop at the end of the bed and begins to remove his cufflinks.
The hands were still spinning in lazy, counter-clockwise circles. I looked down at the watch. My eyes glowed in the reflection in the glass, but…nothing. I could feel no power surging through me, no pull into the watch.
The silence is interrupted by a muffled choking sound. Eyes wide and a hand plastered over her mouth, Persephone stares at me, stunned into silence. Beside her, Hades is like a statue, his face drawn with shock and realization.
Let me take this moment to remind everyone listening, that there is nothing worse than the words: But I am curious, when they come from me. It’s a death knell, a battle gong, an explosion in the distance.
It’s a challenge to all who hear it.
I nod, staying silent for a moment. What was I to say? No comforting words could take away the pain she is feeling inside. She must have buried it down so deep inside that she couldn’t even feel it anymore. I have to help her.