He made his way down the branch very slowly, closer and closer he slithered to gain a better view. Unseen by anyone, his dark green scaly skin blended in with the leaves. Unheard as he was unseen, not a hiss nor his breathing was heard. Only the trickling of the river below. He was at the limb’s end and he pushed his head out further from behind the leaves blocking his sight. In his deadly, cold and venomous eyes he had his target. Even in this cold blooded form, he felt the warm rush of excitement just from setting his beady eyes on her. He coiled himself feverishly on the Marula branch above her. His target, a maiden, a beautiful young woman, who the ‘serpent’ had fallen in love with. He had been admiring her from afar for many days. Stalking and waiting in many beast forms, this day was the closest he got to her. The body of slithering snake isn’t easily detectable. The longer he stared, he felt himself growing more restless and impatient. The eagerness flowed through his body. Self control became an internal conflict, one he felt himself about to lose. The yearning of her company, the desire and longing to be in her midst was overwhelming. He found himself wrapped around the branch in pure heat.
Unaware that she had company, she continued to wash herself off in the river. The sun’s beams bounced off the water and the reflection hit her body in all angles. It was as if the heavens gave her own spotlight. Her bronze skin glowed with the sun, as it welcomed its warm embrace. It was as if her skin was mimicking the sun like how a child would, at a much lower intensity and in an adorable yet noticeable way. She moved gracefully in the current, as if she was dancing. Her movement was fluid and elegant. The snake was drunk in infatuation.
As she rinsed her hair and squeezed her locks of any water, her stalker stared mesmerized by her beauty then a man approached. A young man, son of a nobleman, his clothes weren’t shabby nor were they new. They weren’t in latest fashion but they weren’t worn either. He was a simple man one might have assumed however the ivory necklace and his golden bracelet spoke differently. He walked with a quiet and false sense of modesty. It felt like a disingenuous air of humility in anything he did. So far, everything about him contradicted something else about him but it did not matter much, as he was handsome. Humans are peculiar, they seem to misplace a sense of accountability when in regards to attractive humans. Anyway, his smile and his voice were disarming. His smile was as white as the ivory around his neck and as warm as the sun that was reflecting on it. His voice as smooth and as deep as his skin, which was like molasses. He was tall and his eyes were big and brown. All features that a woman would want to trust.
Our slithering serpentine friend was apprehensive. Was he to be her scaly savior? At the ready to come to her rescue, he quickly found out that won’t be necessary.
“Kito, you’re late!”, this was the first he had hear her spoke and the first he had ever seen her smile. Her voice as fine as the strumming of a harp and just as melodic. As fine as the sounds of running one’s finger on the rim of a champagne glass yet it was as moving and as powerful as the deep bellows of a whale and just as soothing and hypnotic. Her voice was like a flute that was crafted by the gods and her words were notes in a grand symphony, with a choir of angels. Her voice dispelled his apprehensiveness but that would only be temporary as the moments to come would then shape the coming days. Her smile was genuine happiness. It was filled with eagerness and anticipation, from her own heart. Yet that smile felt like it wanted you to share in its spoils too, that it wanted you to be as happy, as eager and as elated as her. It encouraged you to smile. With her white teeth beaming at whoever, it made them feel worthy. One would have a sense of pride and fulfillment knowing that such a beacon of joy was brought here in part by their own hands. That alone would make anyone smile. However just as with any other thing of beauty, while there is someone who is enjoying it there is someone who envies that enjoyment.
The ophidian laid there in hiding physically stunned but in his heart, writhing with jealousy. There was nothing more he wanted than to become the audience of her smile. To be the man she would look upon with such a dreamy gaze. Her eyes wanted him, they did not break from him once. In her eyes was Kito, in the snake’s eyes was discontent.
“My mother needed my help.”, Kito replied while getting undressed in order to join her in the river. As he was able to deduce what happen next, the snake slowly vanished into thin air and retreated home to the heavens where he assumed his true form, as Zagreus, son of the god of death.
Dressed in his black animal skin robes, elephant bone bracelets and a necklace made of lion teeth. The robes were made of jaguar and panther fur. He resembled his mother more than his father, his skin was like desert sand… a brownish orange. His facial features were strong and pronounced. Although he was handsome, it almost went unnoticed as he always looked as if he was upset. His eyes were low as he always squinted while in deep thought. He sat on his chair with his hand on his face, almost as if he was bored but truly he was just conflicted and bothered. He may have resembled his mother but his demeanor and mannerisms were that of his father. Rude, impatient and a wit as sharper the spear of the fiercest hunter. He sat in front of a mirror that would display his thoughts. The mirror was really thin and the face of it was almost fluid, like smelted silver. It would create ripples depending on viewer’s thought pattern. He would see images of his thoughts, however that would appear to him and be seen by him alone. The ripples could be seen by anyone in the room however. He thought if he could see his thoughts perhaps he could better organize them and resolve his problems. As all his focus and concentration went into this introspection, three bright orbs stormed into his room. His concentration still unfazed and his demeanor still that of an unamused spectator. The ripples maintained their constant rhythm even with this disturbance. His hand to his face still glaring at the mirror deeply.
“You weren’t summoned.”, Zagreus groaned.
“Fate is never summoned, Zagreus.”, one of the orbs retorted. These orbs, spirits of sister oracles took turns speaking. No single orb could speak in consecutive sentences. No one knew why, a curse perhaps?
“Ugh, here we go.”, he scoffed.
“Fate is the reason you’re in the heavens living amongst your kin and not in the pits with your father.” He didn’t say anything. “Well that shut him up.”
“Do you think we’re getting through to him?” the third one asked.
“Quite the opposite. You have nothing new to tell me which funnily enough ruins your overall purpose, so in turn I’m making the conscious decision to ignore you old hags. I’m not in the mood for redundancy today.” Zagreus indulged.
“You say mean things sometimes.”
He removed his hand from his cheek and took a deep breath. The ripples in the introspection mirror turned into large waves but on his face, he was straight and calm. He now sat upright with his arm on the armrest, staring at the floor for a moment in order to remain at ease.
“What do you want?”, he asked in the calmest voice he could muster.
“To bring you news, young god…”
He rolled his eyes. Then they took turns speaking.
“Your mind is conflicted.”
“Your body follows suit.”
“Fate may be fickle in it lays the truth.”
“Roads will converge then they will part, just as fate intervenes and changes a lover’s heart.”, the oracles said in unison.
“Wait… What was that last part? Fate intervening?”, Zagreus asked himself. The spirit orbs disappear and he found himself looking at the mirror once more. Again captivated by its gaze. “Fate… intervening… eh?”, he muttered as he stood up and walked towards the mirror. Then he smiled a devilish grin. An idea popped into his cunning mind. Fate’s intervention being his inspiration.
“Wait!”, the orbs returned. “You have three days and an attempt on each day.”
“One attempt a day? What if I do several a day?”
Darkness swallowed the room, only the spirit orbs glowed. With an ominous voice one of the orbs warned him.
“Only fools meddle with fate so fickle…”
“Plus you’re a god you don’t wanna come off too strong.”, another orb interjected.
The room was lit again and they disappeared a final time. Zagreus turn around to gaze into the mirror once more. Staring intently at his memory of her smile. He was confident that three days was more than enough time.
The next day came and he was ready to put his plan in effect. It was nearing the midday and his object of adoration had already started her day with chores. She had been putting out clothes to dry. Suddenly she heard a low rumbling, the earth under her feet began to tremble but it wasn’t like an earthquake. It felt like something was approaching, something big. She hurried around to the front of her house to investigate what it was. All she saw was a plume of dust approaching nonstop, with great force.
Her stomach was in knots. She still had an article of clothing in her hand, she gripped it tighter as this phenomena grew closer. As much as she cowered, she did not run inside nor did she frantically begged for mercy from the gods or whatever beast or demon approached. She stood there facing this object, biting her bottom lip, not wavering. Her feet planted, was it out of fear or bravery? Or both? She remained there as the rumbling grew louder, the earth moaned and rocks vibrated where they sat. The very foundation of houses shivered. She waited until it came to a stop right in front of her.
It stopped suddenly and when the dust settled, the menacing entity revealed itself to be a golden chariot drawn by three black arabian horses. The whole image was very extravagant. The reins were made of gold, the horses were wearing jeweled ornaments in the same way they wore armor for battle. These were features that did not make any practical sense only to make a shallow statement. The craftsmanship, the detail and the material used to create this was purely vain. There was no way this could have been used in battle. A golden carriage is too heavy and having horses in rubies and sapphires while in battle seems like a distraction. The wheels were encrusted with gold and had a red ruby in the middle of the spokes. The detail on the chariot itself had the carvings of the wings of an eagle, suggesting how fast it is. Funny. Along the edges of it were more jewels, the gaudy icing on this overbright and brassy cake.
The driver of this loud and showy chariot was none other than Zagreus. For once he was wearing something other than black. His pants made from lion skin, as he wore the mane around his neck and as sort of a cape he wore a pelt made of tiger fur. His boots were made from dragon’s hide, strongest leather known to man. His god-like physique was on display. His well defined abs and his rippling arms, was intentional left uncovered. On his wrist, he wore wooden bracelets made from a sycamore tree. As he stopped the chariot, he looked around puzzled as if he was lost and confused. He looked to his side and saw her looking up at him, also confused. In a very aloof manner, he hopped off the chariot coolly.
“Hello, fair maiden. Perhaps you could help me. Could you point me in the direction of a nearby steed caretaker? My horses need tending.”, he inquired as he leaned on one of the horses to flex his muscles.
“Well, you may have passed it on your way here. It’s in the direction you came from.”, she replied swiftly.
“Oh. I was lost.”
“They also sell maps. It’s right in the town.”
“Ah-”, he awkwardly began to chuckle.
“And could you keep it down when you leave. All the rumbling might disturb everyone. Thank you.”, she said as she was about to walk away.
“Wait! Okay, I guess I’ll be more straightforward. I’m a god, Zagreus and we are fated to be together. I mean, aren’t you lucky? So what do you say? Let me have you.”
She said nothing for a moment, she just stared at him to see if he was actually serious. Her eyes honed in on him.
“I’m serious. You’re lucky it could be much worse.”, he urged.
“See, I believe that you believe what you’re saying but I refuse to believe it.”, she retorted as she proceeded to walk away.
“Whoa, whoa… wait a minute, are you allowed to do that? You don’t believe that I’m a god?”
“I believe that, it explains the loud chariot but I don’t believe fate would do that.”
“What are you saying? You don’t believe in fate?”
“I believe in fate. I just don’t believe fate would do that.”
“Okay, I’m lost. Since we’re speaking of beliefs. I didn’t believe this conversation would be this long. A god swooping in with a golden chariot does it for most mortal women.”
She paused and stopped in her tracks to look around at him, “You don’t talk to women much do you?”
“Ouch, right in the ego. I’m just relaying a message here, darling.”
“My apologies. I just don’t believe fate would have me in love with my betrothed only to be whisked away with you. I don’t have any reason to believe it. I see no signs. My love for Kito remains but I should believe fate just because you said it? I’m not convinced.”
“Okay, I’m definitely sure you’re not supposed to do that. Where’s the darkness now? We have people meddling with fate. I repeat, meddling with fate!”, he exclaimed looking to the sky.
“Yeah, sorry…”, she walked away for a final time.
The orbs appeared as we walked off leaving him behind.
“Hey guys, what the hell?”, he angrily asked.
“I hope you know this counts as one attempt.”, one of the orbs replied.
“I stole one of my uncle’s chariots for this.”, he groaned while palming his face.
“You still have two more chances.”
After a deep sigh, he muttered, “Signs, eh?
He vanished, along with the oracle spirits and the chariot to return home and think of his next attempt. The next day and as the sun rose to begin the work day so did Zagreus’ plan. Kito’s father, a nobleman and an established lender found his purses robbed, everything of value stolen from his house even collateral he held from his clients. This was on a most unfortunate of days, clients were scheduled to return for their collateral as well as tax collectors making their rounds. Coming downstairs to see his home ransacked with everything gone, he became frantic. He knew what day it was. Lenders who cheat their clients or miss tax dates were dealt with swiftly, but as a nobleman, the reputation of his family was also at risk. In the distance outside in the shadows dressed as a civilian was Zagreus with the orbs.
“Wait for it…”, he said with a sadistic glee.
A knock came at the nobleman’s door, it was a tax collector with a few clients.
“It’s that time of the month, Kibwe!”, said the tax collector enthusiastically as he entered the lender’s home, three clients followed behind him, “That sounded better in my head…”
“You’re upbeat…”, the lender sighed.
“Yes, I feel as if today is going to be a good day.”
The nobleman remained quiet as he took a seat in his living area.
“Well, you’re a gloomy gus. I refuse to catch your mood. I am here to collect. This place is a mess, Kibwe.”
“I was robbed, Jelani.”, everyone in the room gasped. “They took everything. The safe keeping… Everything.”, everyone in the room was shocked. Everyone except the tax collector. A scowl took his face. His good mood left his body completely.
“Kibwe, you mean to tell me… Your house in the middle of this town… Placed beside the imperial guards’ barracks… Was robbed of everything…?”
“Kibwe, you were robbed of all your riches the night before you had to pay your taxes and return all the safe keeping?”
“I know this sounds-”
“Yes, I know how it sounds. With the amount of gold, silver and safekeep you have in this house, don’t you think it would be virtually impossible for anyone to pull that off with no one waking up or witnessing it?”, as the tax collector asked that. The clients who were once concerned were now enraged. The two continued their discourse as one of the loaners quickly retrieved the guards and told them what was happening. As this argument grew louder, the nobleman’s family woke up and his son raced to the common area to see what was going on. He came downstairs just in time to see his father being cuffed and taken for trial.
“Father! What happened?!”, Kito yelled.
“Everything! They took everything!”, his father exclaimed.
In the distant lingering in the shadows, grinning from ear to ear. Rejoicing in the air of victory was Zagreus who witnessed the whole ordeal.
“And that is how the cookie crumbles, my friends.”, he said as he left the city like a performer ignoring the cries of encore from the audience.
“Aren’t you going to tell her?”, asked one of the orbs.
“It won’t be a sign if it comes from me, but one of you guys let me know when he tells her okay? I’m going fishing. For our wedding, I’m thinking shellfish… Think she’s allergic to shellfish? Eh, I’m sure we have a treatment for that.”, he vanished yet again. This time to go fishing for lobsters.
The day progressed, the morning turned into the evening, the sky bled reddest orange as the sun set. Birds were flying back to their nests. Flowers closed their petals. Everything and everyone was getting ready for the next day. While Kito sat beside the river where Zagreus made the decision to swoon his betrothed. His feet were in the water and the tears flowed from his eyes as the river flowed along his feet. She came to meet him, seems this river was a meeting spot for the two. She approached him slowly, with his head hung low. She fought her tears with each step, he was truly a pathetic and pitiful sight. She came and sat beside him and he turned his head away so she wouldn’t see his tears. She embraced him right after. He cried more in her arms. Strange how embraces work. He tried to hide his feelings and tears by putting up a mental wall but her arms gave him enough protection already. Gave him the security, the freedom to cry. Then he told her what happened.
In the bushes across from them were the two of the orbs, one left to retrieve the
smitten god. They returned shortly after.
“Wow, he looks terrible. Am I good or am I good?”, whispered Zagreus.
“Don’t be so certain.”, one of the orbs replied.
After explaining how he and his family have nothing left to their name, that even their house was seized, that they might move and he was no longer fit to marry her. She quickly interjected.
“Who are you?”, she asked.
“I said ‘Who are you?’”
“I am Kito…”
“Yes. You aren’t your father, you aren’t his name, you aren’t his possessions. You are Kito. I am engaged to Kito.”
“But that’s not how it works. It isn’t that easy-”
“I didn’t say it was going to be easy. As long as you have your hands and I have mine, we can forge whatever life we want.”
“But where would we live?”
“With my mother until we find a new place.”
The earth rumbled, shaking at it’s very core. It violently shook everything. The couple had almost fallen into the river.
“Uh, Zagreus…”, one of the orbs tried urging him.
Zagreus had his hand over his mouth, not surprised… or anything really. He looked very calm as he stared at the two lovers. He seemed to be in deep contemplation more than anything else. His eyes squinted and they were fixated at the two. He stood there still, pensive. One could tell that he was upset from how violently the earth shook under his feet of course, not by his smooth and cool facial expression.
“Zagreus… The earth…”, another orb reminded.
He turned into a plume of black vapor or smoke, and ascended into the sky. The earthquake stopped and the couple were safe. As Zagreus returned home, his mood was again reflected in natural phenomena. As he flew through clouds, his dark vaporous body began affecting them. Each cloud he flew through became dark and unstable, transforming into a cumulonimbus. A new storm cloud formed as he passed by. Lightning and thunder spouted from each of these fierce storms in his wake. They lasted until he got home and retreated to his room. He laid in his bed and stared at his ceiling. The orbs followed him.
“You have one-”, one of them said.
They vanish while the god laid in his grand bed, made of angel feathers with a heavy vengeful heart feeling defeated. He also felt angry at everyone and everything, the couple, oracles and himself. Especially himself.
“Hello brother.”, in came Macaria, his sister.
“You’re interrupting my self-loathing time. Leave.”
“Someone’s in a bad mood.”, she said as walked around his room tinkering with his belongings. “Your girlfriend giving you a hard time.”
“Why are you here?”
“Well since you almost split the Earth open and left a line of thunderstorms in a tantrum, I thought I ought to check up on you.”
“C’mon, talk to me. What did your little girlfriend do?”
“How do you even know about her?”
“Eh, our relatives gossip.”
“Tsk, whatever. I’m fine.”, he said angrily and turned his back.
“Okay, I thought you’d want a female perspective…”, she said as she was about to leave.
“Wait… Fine. Nothing’s working. Nothing that I do. I showed her the flashy chariot, I even made her fiance poor… nothing works.”
“Nothing, it’s just that… Like… What about him?”
“What do you mean?”
“A woman in love, is unmovable… Unshakable…”, as she said that he thought of how she stood firmly when he approached on his chariot. How she unlike the birds and woodland creatures that ran away, she remained resolute and unwavering. Even though she was nervous, she still didn’t show any fear. Her eyes were ready to face whatever this adversary was. “But men… A man’s heart can always change.”, she said while playing with some of the trinkets on his wardrobe, after she said that he thought of how Kito was ready to give up. How easy it was to change his heart. How easy it was to let go of hope and accept defeat. The winds and tides changed suddenly. “What is it?”, she inquired. She turned her head around to see him sitting upright in his bed with a devilishly grin. He had already thought of a new plan.
“Would you be willing to have a brother-sister day of bonding tomorrow?”, he asked with a wicked tone.
“Of course. I like that look on your face.”
Macaria was a beautiful goddess. A fierce attitude and a sadistic nature, she was the embodiment of a woman’s cruelty and ruthlessness. The cold-hearted will and character of a woman’s heart brought to the surface. She was beautiful as she was wicked and clever. From her bronze complexion, to her magnificent cheekbones to her elegant frame, she was beauty. She represented the physical attributes of womankind well. Her lips weren’t thick but they were full, they were able to sink a knife in your gut whenever she pursed them at you while making you feel at ease whenever she smiled. Her eyes were beautiful but a bit eerie. It was as if the peered into your soul, as if it looked at your consciousness. You couldn’t hide from these eyes. They looked through every lie and looked through everyone. They saw the very fiber of your being, you were always naked in front of those eyes. She knew this about herself and always looked people dead in the eye just make them uncomfortable. Zagreus sought to exploit this beauty.
The next day came and the plan was ready to be set in motion.
“Alright, hurry and get in place.”, Zagreus whispered to his sister. She held her hand up in his face to respond.
“Relax. This is what I do.”, she replied.
They were in the market place waiting for Kito to come. They knew he would be picking up a few items as they sent one of the orbs to his new home to eavesdrop and figure out their daily errands. He would pick up things from the market and she would wash his clothes and help her mother do some cleaning. The market was busy but they were able to spot Kito and follow through. In the meantime they were waiting Macaria was picking up a few goods too, to make it seem as if she was actually buying things. She also asked the oracle spirit if she was able to recall any of the items he had to get. The orb relayed the list. So as Kito perused the fruits and vegetables he needed, Macaria would be in the same vicinity picking up the same items either before him or after him.
“Why isn’t she talking to him?”, Zagreus asked the spirits.
“She said that this is what she does.”, one replied.
Kito saw only glimpses of her face but even in those small instances, he was still able to notice her beauty. She was wearing a hood as well, which added more mystery and made him more curious. They kept running into each at every turn to the point where it was almost expected. They playfully raced for items and exchanged short laughs. Kito had only one more item to get and he quickly went for it, thinking he would run into her again but she wasn’t there. He stood there briefly and a bit disappointed. He wasn’t entirely sure why either. He turned around ready to purchase these foods and be on his way, however he ran into her again. This time literally, knocking everything out of her basket including her hood from over her head, revealing her face.
“Oh man, I’m so sorry.”, Kito said, “Let me help you.”, he quickly knelt down and helped her recover her belongings. Only to be captivated be her face. The high noon sun fell through the cracks of the roof of the selling place and those beams just happened to fall on her face. The sun struck her face intimately, even the way the shadows on her face hugged every feature. He was already smitten.
“Thank you”, she said in a soft voice as if she was blushing. Then she put a put strand of hair behind her ear embarrassingly almost.
“This is a lot. I’ll help you with these.”, he insisted.
“Wait. Are you sure? You don’t-”
“No. It’s the least I can do.”
“Thank you.”, she laughed again trying to cover her face blushing.
“How the…?”, Zagreus looked from a distance in disbelief and confusion.
Kito and Macaria purchased their goods and Kito and walked her home. They had a really simple conversation with the exchanging of names. Her demeanor was timid and shy, so Kito carried most of the conversation. It was as if her timidness gave him more room to have the confidence to tell terrible jokes to break the tension. She still gave him blushful laughs in return. They finally got to the house that she said she lived. He placed the bags at her door as she didn’t invite him in. She stood in the doorway and they stood in front of each each in a short moment of silence, awkwardly almost.
“So… I’ve never seen you around here before.”, he said as if he was inquiring more about her. After he said that, she didn’t hold her head down. She looked him dead in the eye.
“Yes, I’m travelling. This is my uncle’s home. My father died recently. He left some acreage in a distant land and I am his only child.”
“So you’re going to claim it?”
She chuckled again, looked down on the floor once more, brushed her hair behind her ear and drew a circle in the sand with her toe shyly.
“Do you believe in fate, Kito?”, she asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I wish I could… Fate has never been good to me… Some things that I know I want… I never get it… Even when it’s… Right in front of me.”, her eyes slowly tracked up further and further with word and her head slowly tilting up to look him in his eyes once more. It was as if he was possessed, he was no longer in control of himself. He lost all sense of himself. He was lost in her eyes. “Do you ever feel that way sometimes?”, she asked.
“Sometimes.” he said after a gulp. “But why wait on fate?”, he then asked breathlessly. He placed his hand on her cheek.
“Kito…”, she whispered faintly. “I don’t want to live there by myself.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”, he said as he moved closer.
“You’d move with me?”
“I’d follow you anywhere.”
“Good. Here’s the directions to the land. I’ve already committed them to memory.”, she said as she handed him a piece of parchment.
“Why can’t we go together?”
“Well, my uncle is taking me on this leg and his carriage is packed. However I can give you a horse and you’ll take it with you and get a day’s headstart. Is that okay with you?”
“Yes, I’ll see you there tomorrow.”, he said as he moved in for a kiss but she ducked to pick up the bags then locked the door in his face. She threw the bags on the family that actually owned the home as she went inside. She had tied them up and covered their mouths. Zagreus was sitting in a chair in the common room with his feet placed on the father’s head. Kito had left with the horse.
“That was amazing. Gross and uncomfortable to watch. Amazing though.”, Zagreus sighed with relief.
“Where’s the spirits?”, she asked as she grabbed a knife from her waist. “And could you hand me the father?”
“They said they’re job was done here… And uh, sure.”, he answered and picked up the father and placed him at her feet.
“Well you should be happy.”
“Yes, I am actually. I’m going to witness this myself.”
“Good, you deserve it.”, she said as she held she mans chin to show his neck and she casually slit his throat.
“Whoa… What the hell?”
“He was unfaithful to his wife… I’m sorry you had to find out this way, ma’am.”, she said to the mother who was tied up on the floor crying. “Don’t you judge me. You wear dead animals and I kill adulterous men, let me do my thing.”
“Yeah… same thing. I’m out.”
“See you when you get home.”
He eagerly rushed out to watch this play out. He transported himself as black vapor once more. He found them by the river yet again, quarrelling it seemed.
“It’s fate!”, Kito said.
“What are you even talking about?”, she asked with tears streaming down her face.
“We’re either subject to fate or we create our own destinies.”
“I don’t know either but I’m willing to find out. I’m sorry. I’ve fallen in love with someone else. We are fated to be, I’m going to make sure of it.”, those were his parting words and he mount the horse that was “loaned” to him and left for the distant land.
“Kito!”, she screamed at him once more. Begging and beseeching for something more. How did this happen? Confused, she frantically ran to a tree and sat on the root that was above ground. Zagreus made his way over to her smoothly.
“How’s this for signs and reasons?”, he asked.
She looked up clearing her eyes and sniffling, “Wait. You? You did this?”
“Not me, dear. Fate.”
“Fate…? Kito just mentioned that… It was you… Even sending his father to jail? There was no way anyone could rob him.”
“Well, fate needed a helping hand.”, he said boastfully.
She sighed deeply before she asked, “So you did this because you’re in love with me?”
“Yes. More than anything else.”, he said as he fell to his knees to look her in her eyes. “Ever since I’ve-”
“Well then. Let me ask you something. Zagreus, right?”, she quickly interrupted.
“Yes, my love.”
“What’s my name?”
“… What?”, he asked. He did not foresee this happening.
“I’ve already lost my husband to be so if you can tell me my name. I am yours.”, she offered. He remained silent and confused. “Okay, I thought so. Now then, can you let me cry here by myself please?”
“But the prophecy…”, he muttered. Then it struck him. “It was Kito’s heart… Not yours that changed.”
She cried uncontrollably. Her once smiling face, the face he thought of in the mirror now in shambles. Wails of pain and agony, were where an infectious smile once sat. The tears streamed off her face into her lap. She started to hyperventilate and groan as if she was in physical anguish. Her face was in her hands. Zagreus stretched his arm out but he withdrew it. He knew the source of her pain could not be the person to console her instead he retreated back home.
“So you’re telling me, after sending a nobleman to jail, uprooting a family, killing someone’s fiance–”, Macaria listed before being interrupted.
“We killed someone’s fiance?”, Zagreus asked.
“Well, I gave him really bad directions. He should be dead or lost by now in a day or two… But back to my point. Breaking this girl’s heart and all you had to do in order to win her was know her name?”, Macaria asked.
“You’re an idiot.”
He remained quiet.
“No need to to beat yourself up though. We all-”
“Good. How are you feeling?”
“I don’t know.”
“I just feel like I’m missing something from all of this.”