Captivated

Chapter 11: Taken Her Own Poison

It was long after Apollo ridden the sun into the ocean and away that Eris returned to Olympus. She didn't want her face to be seen by others in such a state. Even though she left with not a tear from Paris' rooms but strangely she felt like she wanted to cry out the entire Aegean Sea from her eyes. But none came. Maybe she was to weary to even spill one tear much less then a sea full of them. Yet something gurgled inside of her, growing immensely in the pit of her stomach filling its way up her throat. Her feet failed her when she arrived at the top steps of Olympus. She could feel them come and welcomed to wash her fears away but none prevailed.

His shouting and screaming. She wanted to hate him for it. She wanted to give up her naive feelings for this mortal that might even kill her to love and punish him for his ranting at her. Did he not remember that this was a goddess he was talking to? "No I bet he didn't." Eris said to herself.

She heard steps coming towards her but she didn't ponder of a story why she was here. It was her dear uncle, Poseidon that was now sitting beside her with a struggling grunt to bending his rusty knees.

He smelled of fish and his fizzy uncontrolled beard was randomly braided with trinkets of shells and tinged with a sea colored blue. His dragging sarong bore the shimmering colors of the ocean draped over his hips and legs always lapping the floor. Men his age wore full covered robes but Poseidon was in a way just like Eris. He disobeyed the laws of society and balance every now and then when they got to be ridiculous.

To show his anger toward his brother he would tremble the mortal floor so bad that even the heavens would shake of his furry.

"What troubles you my sweet?" he said in a steady voice. If you only knew him by his surprising outbursts you would be frozen with shock to hear such a gentle voice come from this tyrant. And only Poseidon would call Eris sweet.

"Nothing." She lied. Poseidon could smell it.

"It's the war that's troubling her, I know that. But I thought she loved wars, so why is this one different." He pretended to talk to himself, as if clarify his analysis of Eris which she hate because he always thought wrong.

"It's not that! Come on you know me to well!" Eras snapped. Her eyes were now swollen and red but no tears came, even it hurt for her to breathe. "I tried to warn Paris of these murderous plots but...he won't listen to me." Her last sentence released the watery gates behind her pupils.

She tried holding the sobs in, only sniveling once in a while. Her face was now contorted with anguish. "I said he hates me..."

"Shhhhhh." Poseidon hushed Eris knowing she need not say any more. He captured her delicate face to rest on his shoulders. Once she knew that her form was being protected from her great uncle she collapsed on his shoulders into a bawling child.

"He doesn't mean it my sweet. Humans have a weird way with dealing with something called stress. Only they can feel it because we do not understand it ourselves. Hush child. When the time comes he will remember your words and thank you later; and trust me..."

Eris returned back to her sitting position to look deep in Poseidon's eyes.

"It wasn't your own seed of hatred that made him say those words. There is a reasonable explanation for this all." He smiled at her, encouraging her to catch her breath and stop.

She tried to smile but only snuffled it out and again lying on his strong shoulders. Her anger released itself on Poseidon's built, not knowing each tear represent a thousand years full of suffer she will endure.

Yah that was only just a small chapter to wind up loose ends on how she dealt with her feelings. Next chapter Paris will be in battle. Will he not die or will he?

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