The gentle but concerned voice of Prium was borne by the idle winds to Vulcan who was tied to two great poles. He had been tied up by twisted twigs and ropes fashioned from silk.
There were two warriors standing before him. One with a spear in hand, and the other with a sword. Two others were behind him with whips used on horses.
The process was about to commence and the leader of the protesters was few metres away from him. A generous smile seated in his rough face. There was a grace in his gaze.
The spot of execution was an isolated field which was meant for the purpose. Twas usually at the outskirt of the village until the new king had a change. Then twas brought to the front of the Colosseum.
There was a ring of iron thorns made around the person to be executed and those who were to carry out the process. At the consequence of that formation, all onlookers were to stand outside the ring and watch. Whoever move closer was at the detriment of his or her own life. Well, only if such person wished to accompany the one to be killed.
Vulcan looked towards her. Her face was pale and her nose busy, spurting phlegms and water. By heart, he didn't know her. He didn't know if he had been good to her sometimes back or not, but she seemed to be a worthy daughter. Given by how concerned about him he had learned her to be.
Vulcan looked past her to other people who were present. He was trying to see if the princess he had been accused of was present. But what he saw instead were his wife and his second daughter.
He couldn't say for real if his wife was glad about the situation or not. Her facial expression was quite ambiguous to decode. But he was sure that the other lady was concerned. She was crying.
Two strokes of the whips pushed his mind back into the state he was. The pain coursed through his nerves and spines but he couldn't even put his hand to his back to ease the pain. Two more came.
He just wanted everything to be over. He had been wrong. He thought living in his fantasy was the worst but he didn't know that reality sucked twelve bags of annoyances.
For how could you wake up, after several years of being in your fantasy. Only to wake to wake up and realize that twas just a day difference in the real world. Like a prolonged dream, a dream in series and episodes.
He remembered that Athena promised to come in search for him on earth. He didn't know if he could bank on that. He missed Jite and Kilp. He wished they could meet again. He wondered if they also were facing their own loads of problems. Probably they had woken to theft or murder instead.
Continuous strokes of the whips couldn't let him concentrate on the thoughts. He didn't want to confide in them again.
All he wished for at that moment was just return to his fantasy and return to being the only lover of Athena. The son-in-law of Zeus. And also, the threatener of Poseidon.
Such thoughts gave him goosebumps. Twas just the matter of time. The only channel between the fantasy and real life was just death. He hoped. But how about Prium? He was already liking her.
"Now is the peak of it all!"
One of the two warriors standing before him started a vociferation. His face perky and determined. He continued,
"We shall offer the head of Vulcan, the son of Enheduaviataa as a peace offering for the taboo he had committed. That his family wouldn't be haunted by the wandering spirits of the Lukiata of our land."
The fellow said and raised his sword up. As soon as the fellow finished speaking, all the people shot an echo in agreement, stomping their feet in delight. Vulcan wondered how ruthless humans could be.
Now, if a man was beheaded for raping a lady while drunk, what happens if he did it on purpose? He couldn't hold the thought for long.
Vulcan heard his daughter cry out again. His face had been down. Before he could raise his head, he felt a sharp edged metal piercing through his stomach and ripping his veins and intestines apart. He could see his own blood gushing out. His robe drenched in his own blood.
Then succeedingly, he felt a blow on his neck and there went his head. Rolling down his body. His corpse made a thud on the earth. His body fell chest-down on his head.
Prium tearing up really hard rushed towards the ring. She couldn't control her rage. She crawled her way into the ring and ran towards her father.
The four warriors tried to restrain her in vain.
"Let her be, she can't have much left."
The leader of the four warriors said to the lot. The warriors began to walk out of the ring. Their leader stopped at the exit and scorned,
"I'm quite sure you don't plan on fighting the vultures over your father's corpse, their meat."
Prium stood up immediately. She looked around quickly but there was no weapon in sight. She saw only a small granite stone. She swept every rage and detest in her into a whole and hurled the stone.
It hit the fellow on the nose and he wrenched in great pain. The leader resisted the other three from taking revenge. He said.
"Let her be. The pain I feel is only but a silhouette of what she feels."
They walked out. Prium heard what he said but didn't act. She turned to her father's corpse and resumed wailing.
She noticed her mother and sister outside the ring, very close to it but not willing to come in. She turned in detest and shot,
"Go away. It's such a good news for you, isn't it. Go get married to Myclops, the priest. You don't think I have an idea that you've been seeing him? Dad is poor and unworthy of you, right? Now, he's dead. Thank goodness, that's all you wanted."
She looked at her sister and tossed her up, then sideways.
"Follow your mother to your stepfather."
She turned away from them. She didn't care whether or not they'll remain there. All she knew was that she wasn't living that spot. Even come night!
Let the vultures come and eat her too.
"Isn't it barbaric to be that way. I was lost of words at the change of everything." Vulcan complained, his face sharing its grace between the crashing waves and the hankering horizon. He felt like a new thunderbolt had hit him, because everything about had just changed. Though the feeling that succeeded it was quite soothing, probably extracted from the lady seated beside him on the shore. Athena. After the supposed death on earth, he had met himself on the shore of that sea. That sea through which they had been borne by Leviathan to earth, to mark the end of their fantasy. And in just the twinkling of an eye had Athena walked out of the waves and touched him from behind. He had hugged her so tightly that he wanted to force her boobs into his chest. He had kissed her so passionately that he had meant to cut her lips into his and own them forever. After wh
"Where are you going to?" The mother stood at the door eating her up with an odd ogle. You could tell by the gaze that she was as worried as vexed. But one of the feelings seemed to have a greater effect on the stare. She didn't get a response. She had just prepared to go wash few of her clothes and return to the ring and retrieve the corpse of her husband but then her daughter had walked in, indifferently and was packing her clothes. "Prium, talk to me!!! I remain your mother!" That was as loudly and affirmative as she could be. Prium stopped packing her clothes and stood up, she turned slightly and scoffed. Then she hurled, "You ceased being that after you became a public dog." The woman couldn't take it anymore and stomped closer to her. She grabbed Priu
The forest. Earth. "Who are you and what do you want?" Vulcan challenged, as he gained on his guts and moved closer to the lady standing at the mouth of the cave. He was jumpy but needed to gain an advantage on the excitement before twould make a mess of his wills. Prium was behind him, clutched to him from behind, her arms wounded around his waist, her boobs firmly pressed on his back. He couldn't possibly have a boner. She was his daughter for fuck sake. He ignored the thought and concentrated on the naked lady again. She looked neat and her boobs handful, erected nipples and circular mounds. He tried as much as possible not to get distracted by them boobs. He didn't even have the courage to look down her stomach. He might be tempted to lay with her. He fought his gaze on her face trying to figure out why twas taking her
Same day. Earth. "Begone I do not want to see you." Prium shot as quickly as he could. The Nymph let him free of her hold and he fell on his face. He stood up with dirt lacing his nostrils. He cussed and stood tall beside the Nymph. He sideeyed her then back at Prium. He allowed himself to be distracted. "Vulcan? Isn't he dead?" He complained as soon as he noticed Vulcan. Vulcan didn't say a word, only watched, he knew his daughter would have a better response. "From where did you hear that?" Prium teased, though her face was a contradiction of the fear her heart held. One of the reasons they had meant to live in the forest was to hold back the news of Vulcan's life from the people. But now? The cat had been let out of the bag. The man didn't allow himself to be foo
Night. "It's a wonder how quickly you returned from the game hunting." Vulcan complemented, keeping his voice as low as he could. The stillness of the note permeated the room for a while as the golden rays which lit the room seemed to respond. He was seated on his bed, the Nymph on hers, while Prium was lying. Twas their dinner time but Prium had only had a little bite of the meat. Vulcan had been ignoring her. He wanted to see how long he could go doing that. The Nymph smiled at his question and threw in his face, "The ways of the Nymphs are odd to mortals." Vulcan made a joke of it though there were a bazillion meanings he could read to it. "And how'd you come about this room?" Vulcan teased again. He sure knew how mysterious Nymphs could b
The Next day. A strange forest. A vision. "Where do you take me?" Vulcan tried as much as possible to keep calm and tame the rage swelling in the depth of his consciousness. He wanted to lay his hands on it but it seemed rather remote so he quit giving it a try and kept hurrying to catch up with the lady. "Athena, speak to me." His voice keen and demanding. Twas dusk in the forest, and the cawing Ravens were beginning to give him the creep. He could hear the call of the crickets and the hooting of owls in distance. He tried to concentrate, not to be swooped by fear of the unknown. The last thing he remembered was that Ayla had made them form a circle then there was gloom, a thick darkness. And after he had been suspended in the gnawing void for a while, he had found himself in that forest. He ha
The cave. Earth. "It's obviously not safe in here anymore." Vulcan started, his back to the cold wall of the cave. There was this current send down his spines by the coziness. But on the contrary, it seemed like he was suspended in the air. Probably by some forces he had no literal definition for. "We can still stay. No place is safe on earth. You make it safe. I could set fire around this place. Gnawing flames that would burn every now and then and scare away both spirits and human threats. I could also make this cave disappear. Twill only be visible to us alone. Or I could --" "Thank you, Ayla. Let's give nature a say. Let's be practical." Vulcan had shot at Ayla to quit the proposals, not because Prium was eating her up with a glare but because even he didn't want to have to always watch his back. &n
Inside a tree. A forest. "Woah." Was only the thing Prium could say. She seemed to had allowed her ego to be crushed by the odds. Her indifferent side had been smothered by the view before her. The waves of the change were too ferocious for her pride to withstand. It didn't stand a chance of survival. Both Prium and Vulcan were standing by the door of the room, backing it. Ayla had taken few steps forward and was already in the heart of the room. "Is this really inside a tree?" Prium made a question of her awe. She obviously couldn't help being quiet anymore. She wasn't sure to whom she had directed the question. "I guess only a Nymph holds an answer to that." Vulcan seemed to find his words at last. Though he hoped that that new environment would make a friend of both