Silver Blood
Summary: He finds he chained and locked in a dark chamber, offered as a sacrifice to appease the goddess Selene. Without thought Endymion rescues her from this fate but little does he know how much the woman before him will change the course of his destiny and their world forever.
This will be a mature fanfiction, with violence and sex in later chapters. I have rated it M for a reason. You have been warned.
The darkness was suffocating. It embraced everything with eerie delight, Endymion thought as he stood in the chambers entrance.
How he came to be standing there at that very moment, he did not care. Cold sweat trickled down his neck as he thought all his senses to step forward. It was not fear for himself that made him doubt, but fear that he would be able to muster the strength to witness the horror before him.
Only moments before had one of his men informed him of what laid behind the ancient door. It had been engraved with mysterious symbols that were nearly worn away. It was hard to decipher there meaning but Endymion thought he saw illustrations of the moon waxing and waning.
The lock had not been difficult to break. Sparks flew from his sword before the metal clanged to the floor. Whatever lay dormant inside would now be fully aware of their impending rescue.
The silence was deafening. He had expected a squeak, whimper or even a gasp of fear. Any sound except the silence looming between him and the other side of the vast chamber. Even the light of the full moon did little to elevate the black void before him.
"I have come to set you free. Please speak, you need not fear me." Endymion's words sliced through the thickening air.
Chains clinked nearby. Endymion's blood ran cold. He waited for another sound but nothing disturbed the stillness.
With a swift motion Endymion summoned a burning torch. Perhaps the prisoner was too weak to talk. Endymion stepped cautiously into the chamber.
A hiss from his left startled him. Endymion lifted his torch and retched at the sight before him.
A woman was chained to the wall, her arms stretched at an unnatural angle above her head. Thick silver bands attached to a thin chain winked wickedly. Numerous rags, that were once a dress, did little to hide the bones protruding from her petite frame. Her feet where bare; there was no doubt that she was frozen and starved almost to death. Her once golden hair lay limb and dishevelled. How long had she been restrained her and why?
It was her eyes that mesmerised him the most. Even though her body was near death, her eyes gleamed back at him; full of venom and something else Endymion could not quite understand. In that moment Endymion felt something within him shift, as if his heart started to beat for the first time. Although the mere stick of a creature before him could barely pass for a woman, let alone a beautiful one, he knew there was something special about her.
Within a blink of an eye Endymion silently vowed to protect her from any future harm. No matter her crime, no body deserved the fate she had suffered in this chamber.