I stared at the ashes that used to be my chamber, with the burning torch still in my hand. Most of the flames had already gone out, contained in my room. The walls here are nothing more than clouds, which accurately describes the level of privacy I enjoy. I didn't care then what He would say about the mess, part of me doesn't care now. He didn't come to visit, or ask about the soot constantly behind my ears. He didn't care about the streaks of grey in my golden hair from sleeping in the wreckage. Enslaved for eternity, yet this was the only time I'd ever felt like Cinderella. Luxuries that I'd gotten used to from the King disappeared like Hermes in the night. I waited for him to call on me, for anything. He suddenly gone from saying my name a thousand times a day to zero. Did he forget what it was? Hera sneered that He'd finally grown bored of me and like all of His other playthings, I'd been tossed aside. Sometimes He turns people into dolls and keeps them on a shelf until they learn to not steal the vessel that carries the Sun. I wished he had done that with me, at least I wouldn't have suffered. He thinks He's greedy for wanting my company all the time, I'm addicted to His attention. I was dying. For the longest moment I endured it, hidden from sight, because I believed the lies. Hera wove me a burial shroud. It showed nothing less than my body on a pyre with my home engulfed in flames behind it. There were moments when I wished I had died with my city.

Nobody would listen to my absurd theory, I'd been ordered out of sight and Hades made a bid on my soul. I decided that if I was going to die, I wasn't going to do it here. I left easily, with nothing. I would have gone unnoticed, expect Hermes was there. He didn't stop me. Actually He claimed to only have wanted my brownie recipe. He didn't get it.

I did the one thing I knew I could never do. I found a ship and joined the crew. I expected to be crispy by the end of the day. To my utmost surprise the sky remained clear. My suspicions had been confirmed, my King was replaced an a mere imposter. I was sailing for a week, mourning to much to enjoy the freedom of the waves. My lord doesn't know that Poseidon, the God he accuses of wanting to steal me, saved my life. Poseidon once took a vow to protect all people of Troy, and He carried it through. The God of the Oceans guided me away from the gates of Hades, and towards the Isle of Morpheus. I ate the dream flowers and time stopped moving for me. I waited for my King's return with a divine level of patience.

I hate watching the sunrise. It makes me feel trapped in time, but I have to watch it. I yearn for those twenty minutes a day of dusk. It's the closest thing to darkness I have left. The sun is always shinning, day and night, on my side of the mountain. Even inside, even in the dungeon, you can just feel that the sun is shinning. I miss watching the stars and wondering if there really were crazy immortals turning people into constellations. I actually always wanted a constellation to be named after me, but I thought t was going to be completely different. What good is having your own constellation if you never see the stars? Well, I get to see one Star and I get to wake up everyday wondering what kind of trouble she'll get into. I want to buy insurance for My Lord's temple against chaotic damage. I should make a note to have a skype call with Osiris on the matter.