The Hero
I looked down at him and then I knew. I had known before I was used to knowing. I was also used to watching these heroes go on quests end never return. But from the moment I read the prophecy I had been looking and for the first time since then, as I watched his green eyes close, I knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that he was the one.
My world came undone when I realised that I loved him. It came undone for one reason and one reason only "the hero's should cursed blade shall reap". He was going to die. This unruly son of Poseidon who had shared so many adventures was only destined to give up his life for the greater good. I forced myself not to cry. Live while you can and cry at his funeral.
He wasn't the hero. I had been so sure and after these years I stand alone at the front of the amphitheater and light his shroud. Back to waiting. For someone else. Tears have streaked my face for the past two weeks when the realisation continued to hit me: he's dead. He wasn't the one after all.
He's standing here. As real as the blue sky. I don't thick I've been so happy in a long time. But if he was on an island. Alone. For two weeks. How could he survive. Then the thought hits me, he's a male hero. He's good looking. Not her. Not that she devil. Where else would he have been? Storming away with two strikes against me to prove I don't have his love. A mortal. And the daughter of a Titan.
I slide the misshapen hunk of cake in front of him and sit down at the table. Battle after battle worries and fears. He wasn't the one after all but that's alright. My heart is still racing as we sit at the bottom of the lake in a bubble of air and kiss.
Alone. Completely and horrifically alone. I sit at the Poseidon table staring off into the ocean. I always knew that he would go but I never forced myself to accept it. Now I have to.
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