The Fall of Medea
Author's Note: this is a free prose about Medea, daughter of King Aeetes, main character in Jason and the Quest for the Golden Fleece. If you don't know the story, I encourage you to read it. The Edith Hamilton version is very good. This shouldn't be too upsetting as I'm trying to keep my references to violence subtle, but it is a disturbing myth so the rating for this is T.
The salty wind of the sea stang the eyes of the girl on the cliff
To the people of the kingdom below, she appeared to be a casual observer
For her, looking down on the silence of the ivory white and emerald green brought a poignant wave of life that the deepest bell or most cheerful laugh ever could
The stillness of the city was a noise in itself
A shrill whine
She felt that if she stood at the edge of the pier and tossed a rock, the air would shatter to an infinite amount of pieces
The quiet brought her back to that day
Golden and bright yet tarred in time; stained
It was the day when that young man came, asking her father for help
He sparkled and glimmered when the day was bright
But when the darkness came to her eyes, he reflected it like no one had before
When they stood face to face, the noise around them evaporated
She had heard stories about it from the other castle girls
When you look right at your lover and you're the only ones in the universe
She had taken them, ignoring the girls' warnings of what time could do
The next time the darkness came into her eyes his eyes shone it
It bounced between them until it burst
It burst blood and tears
Then it imploded
Emptiness and a shallow apathy
She didn't care if it lasted forever
But nothing ever did with her
Now she was gone
Gone from her home, her kingdom, her family, her roots
Left to flee until the next time the darkness came into her eyes
She would have to pray that she was alone from anyone to reflect it