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The crack in the armor
"The city has fallen. Go....go back to Olympus. Return to the stars that birth you," He whispered in her ear as he kissed her temple. Minx sobbed as she shook her head. "No! No, come with me. We can find a way together. Let me save you!" She begged as he touched her face. "Death is not the end, you know this. Sing songs of me for a thousand years. Sing for those about to fall and unable to spin the tale." He urged her. Minx rested her forehead against his own, taking in his fading warmth and his scent one more time. "I dont want to be alone...." Minx said, her voice cracking with heartbreak. Achilles merely smiled as he looked at her tearful face. "You are never alone. You are a Goddess. Your life is endless. But now you see clearer than any of them. Sing our song and know I am beside you every time it leaves your lips. You have made me immortal for it. Now go...please...." he begged.
It was the begging that broke her heart before she stole one final kiss from his lips. A desperate kiss of love and devotion before she forced herself to stand. She grabbed his golden sword and held it tightly before she ran from him. Achilles merely smiled. Knowing he had taught a Goddess what it means to love. To be human. The importance of cherishing what was before it was gone. Something few Gods would ever truly understand. Then came the melody of his end; the sound of sharp whistles in the air, making Minx look back. The arrows covered the ground where she had stood with him. A sob left her when she saw her mighty Lion fall onto the terrace before she ran again, his sword tightly clenched in her fist. The whistle of the arrows piercing the air echoed the shattering of her young heart. She cried out when she felt one tear into her, as if aiming for her heart from behind, the blood running down her gown.
Minx cried out as she sat up in her bed, her hand clutching her chest at the phantom pain. Her fingers brushed over one of the rare scars on her flesh. Scars rarely lingered on Goddesses unless there was a deep seated emotion tied to them. Hastily, she wiped at the warm tears she felt on her skin. It'd been so long since she dreamt of him....her mighty Achilles. The hero of Troy. Her fierce Lion. Her first love. She'd begged often to let her make him hers. To claim his soul so she would never be without him. And he would be hers. Yet he refused. Choosing honor and glory over love. As a daughter of War, she understood his reasoning but still....his death changed her.
Perhaps it was because of how much she was reminded of him lately. Those piercing blue eyes she could drown herself in. His demeanor. The way he inspired her. Damn Charming. It was Achilles' death that changed her from a Goddess of love to one of Seduction. Desire often faded after a time. You could learn to count on desire leaving you alone in the end. Which made it less painful.
Shaken, Minx could already tell sleep wouldn't come back again. So she calmed herself by grabbing a throw blanket from the bed and wrapping it around herself. She padded on quiet feet to the balcony, pausing by her fireplace mantle to run her fingers lovingly along the golden sword displayed there and just stood by her balcony doors, watching the sun begin to peek its way over the horizon.
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