Chapter 1
The Rescue
Cold, hungry, and feeling the little bit of strength I had remaining slip slowly away I laid cheek pressed hard against the frozen ground realizing for the first time in my life that I did not want to die freezing and coughing up blood in some desolate area. A single warm tear streamed down my sore left cheek turning it's way to the ground as I laid there unable to move in my pathetic state slowly losing consciousness until the bitter cold buried me. Barely breathing I drifted off into a state of unconsciousness that mixed with the already cold darkness I was entombed in.
Cold wind wiped my face as I felt something marking me as alive. A pair of strong arms held tightly me to them in the princess hold as I struggled to open my hard crusted eyes. After my vision cleared the first thing I saw was the piercing blue eyes of my savior, Eros. He radiated beauty and gracefulness as he flew eyes trained in front of him through the cloud covered sky that just added to my already wet person. Although I knew I would regret it later I snuggled closer to him trying desperately to get warm.
Eros's voice grumbled out an unexpected apology as I buried my face into his white tunic, "Sorry I am not Apollo." His mentioning the personal heater and my friend Apollo made me feel slightly guilty for all of the times I had ignored and treated him terribly.
My guilt forced me into speaking making me unable to let the bitter comment pass, "It's okay." I knew it was a short and not very reassuring comment but I couldn't manage much else. My throat was dry even in the wet air we traveled quickly through and the pain in my chest burned catching my breath from time to time.
His eyes softened as he kept looking ahead no doubt seeing through the troubled grey storm clouds, "How are you feeling?" I could here the worried tone in his voice and smiled slightly at the corner of my lips in a motion that hurt.
"Hmm, not so good." I mumbled feeling fatigued and immense pain at the same time as my insides threatened to come out. Movement, too much movement I thought tiredly lightly clenching my stomach.
A scowl emerged on his handsome face as he shook his head twice softly, "Never ever try that again, I know you missed Zoe, after all she was your best friend for about 400 hundred years of your life, but right now I will be surprised if you live through the week. You are dying because you foolishly brought a person back to life...if anyone else had tried that, even a demi god they would have died trying." I winced knowing he was right.
Trying to lighten the mood I laughed blood coming out as it turned into a violent fit of coughing, "That was a possibility, but I didn't" I admitted while looking on the bright side once I regained control of my breathing, well at least enough to stop coughing. He just scowled shaking his head. Not long afterwards I was overcome with a wave of dizziness that I guessed was caused by a lack of blood and once again I was enveloped in darkness.