I stared at the beautiful monster in front of me, and prepared myself for death. Because, fight as I might, nothing could defeat the jealousy in this beast, not even Zeus himself.
Vaguely, I thought of what I had done to get this far. The journey had been a great one, even if it had been fraught with danger. Almost enjoyable, except at the end. The one thing that brought me light was gone, forever.
Suddenly, everything changed. And yet, nothing did. The monster was still there. I knew that I was going to die. The scene was the same, and only a fraction of a second had past. The only thing that really changed was my perception of the situation. Because now the feeling that consumed me was not my own shameful self-pity, but an all consuming lust for revenge. This monster had taken so much from me. I would take something in return. Suddenly, I wanted her to come at me, so I could hurt her, so that she could feel the pain of the fiery depths of Tartarus, where she undoubtedly belonged. This I am owed. A feral snarl ripped from my throat.
The monster grinned evilly at me, her red-blonde hair whipping around her face in the ferocious wind. I glared up at her, and the fight began.
