Captivated

Chapter 10: Breath before the Storm

Once the plans of Hera and Athena reached Eris' ears, she already made preparations to warn Paris. But it was Apollo's last call that delayed her. He was trailing behind Eris' pace out the grand staircase to Olympus.

"If you go back there, warn Paris and save him, you still cannot see him! Eris, are you listening." But she was listening and wished him to stop.

"What do you mean I can't see him again!!? The very thought of not seeing him is what's making me warn him!!!!" She was confused. Who in the immortal realm can keep her away from Paris?

"Eris..." he said as he finally cached up. "Hera and Athena will know that it was you who helped him escape his death. If you make a move they will surely confront Zeus about this and then what!?"

He is right, Eris thought to herself. He made his point no louder then breeze, as if scared the volume of the truth would break Eris like a mirror.

"You can't go to him anymore..."

Her eyes were coated with a glossy cover over her maple eyes. Her mouth trembled just a little but she was able to retain control over her tears. Without saying a word, she left Apollo on the steps hoping the memory of the words wouldn't catch up with her at the bottom.

I don't care. I don't care. Eris exulted. Making love with him might be evil, but it was sublime. This will never end, and I will never permit it. This riot of her senses that made her alive once more. As if she never was Eris until after she met Paris, goddess of Discord and Spite. For once in her life, she was a true rebel. She wanted to be herself, naked, and wanton and wild, and when Paris came to her, she was.

He was still on the bed, clothed because Helen demanded him to get dressed; even if he will go back to bed. The thought of knowing his brother's body was at rest didn't release his guilt. His father's words still rang in his like an annoying bell he couldn't get rid of. He picked a spot on the wall to focus his eyes on for the rest of the day until another distraction came along. Helen really couldn't do anything to raise his spirits.

He didn't want to talk with her, walk with her. Even when they had sex he wasn't his usual spirited self. It worried her, but what else could she do. From her experience, she guessed it was best to let him deal with it on his own accord.

If Helen wasn't with Paris consoling him, then she was with Hector's widow wife and son. As the shadows of morning played across the room into noon Eris arrived.

"Paris!" She was looking for him. Her voice alerted all of his senses, listening to the rustle of her silk gown coming closer to his room. He could smell her presence before she even announced it.

"Paris, it is me; Eris." He didn't move, nor stir to take notice of her. Without hesitation, she jumped on the bed to be right next to him, only inches from his face.

"Paris, I must warn you of ill news. Hera and Athena are setting to kill you. Athena made your brother say that you will kill Achilles at the next battle! Paris! Aren't you listening?"

"It's all your fault!!" he shoved Eris' face away from his before escaping the bedroom. Instead of being angry she was devastated.

"Paris?" She followed like the puppy dog she was to Paris' heels. "Paris, what's wrong."

As she rounded the corner into the room with the balcony and chairs he dared to fling a vase towards her direction. The vase didn't hit her but she was stunned of why Paris was doing this.

"He would have been here!!!" Now his tears were visible to Eris' view. "He would have been here to protect me. And my father. He would have never said those...words!!"

Eris gripped the neckline of her gown, trying to convert her terror for Paris away from her mind. Her own eyes began to reflect the state of his.

"Paris—''

"Don't speak my name!! If you didn't take me away then I would have been there to stop it!!" Soon after he said those words, they ignited a fire within every god.

"How dare you! You would be too weak to protect Hector from his fate. If it wasn't for me then you would have died in battle or by your people even! I—''

Her words didn't cower Paris' courage like most morals because his own fiery hatred burned even brighter.

"YOU turned all events to such a bad beginning. If it wasn't for you this war would be here and I would have my family and be content!"

Eris didn't say any more to disrupt Paris. No matter how much his anger boiled Eris to the top, she held it all in for the sake of their love. Even when he roared of hating her, she could still smell her fragrance coating over his, and feel the warmth of his affection even from here.

"Leave me." Paris demanded. Without hesitation Eris obeyed her love promising to be there when Athena's made her move. She would watch the battle blow by blow just to see if she discovered the slightest attack towards Paris for her to push away.

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