Psyche gasped. It was.......Marcus! But older. And dressed in... Greek clothing?
What the hell? He seemed much older as well. What was going on? Looking at
him, she had to admit that he didn't look so bad in the outfit. But she
wasn't in control of her body. It was confusing. It was like a different
version of herself was in control of her body. Suddenly she realized- She
was in a past life! Well, the other Psyche was also curious about Marcus,
too. She leaned over him, holding her lamp a little higher so she could see
him better. But in raising it she tipped it slightly, letting a drop of oil
drip onto his bare chest.
The Marcus look-alike jerked awake. Psyche fell over, extinguishing the flame. He stood up, light seemingly emanating from him.
"Where there is no trust there can be no love."
His eyes spoke of untold sadness as he slowly disappeared.
Psyche dropped to the floor sobbing, the walls around her falling away, the palace she was in (for it was clearly that), until it was in ruins. Two women ran towards her.
"See?' said the taller one. "Wasn't he a monster, just like we warned you?"
"Oh, you poor dear!" said the shorter one, with the look of pity a snake might give to the food it was about to devour.
"No!' screamed Psyche, pushing them away. "No, he wasn't, he was as beautiful as he was kind and good and loving! He was Eros, and may the day that I ever listened to your spiteful words be cursed!" She ran away, far from that place, seeking solace.
She wandered far and wide, searching many lands for her husband. Psyche, watching her past self from the inside, was terribly confused herself. Marcus and she had been married in a previous life? No wonder she knew the feel of his touch so well. But this was a big thing. This was scary.
After weeks of wandering, a bright light shone in Psyche's eyes. She shielded them with the back of her hand, weariness taking over. The sun was rising, but that wasn't the light. A woman of untold beauty was standing in front of her.
"Sort the seeds by sunset, or die."
"What seeds?" Psyche asked, but the woman was gone. And then she saw them. Mountains of seeds, everywhere. Millions of seeds covering the ground in front of her. Stunned, she began to work.
It was early afternoon, and Psyche felt like she had gotten nowhere. She had worked nonstop, and still there were seeds to be sorted, and her sight was beginning to get blurry. Some of the seeds seemed to be moving in front of her.
Psyche looked closer. Those weren't seeds, they were ants! Ants were moving the seeds into different piles. Hope renewed, Psyche set back to work with a good heart.
By evening, all of the seeds were parted.
The goddess reappeared. Seeing the parted seeds, an inward rage seemed to be growing within her. "Very well. Come with me.
They vanished in a twinkling.
The Marcus look-alike jerked awake. Psyche fell over, extinguishing the flame. He stood up, light seemingly emanating from him.
"Where there is no trust there can be no love."
His eyes spoke of untold sadness as he slowly disappeared.
Psyche dropped to the floor sobbing, the walls around her falling away, the palace she was in (for it was clearly that), until it was in ruins. Two women ran towards her.
"See?' said the taller one. "Wasn't he a monster, just like we warned you?"
"Oh, you poor dear!" said the shorter one, with the look of pity a snake might give to the food it was about to devour.
"No!' screamed Psyche, pushing them away. "No, he wasn't, he was as beautiful as he was kind and good and loving! He was Eros, and may the day that I ever listened to your spiteful words be cursed!" She ran away, far from that place, seeking solace.
She wandered far and wide, searching many lands for her husband. Psyche, watching her past self from the inside, was terribly confused herself. Marcus and she had been married in a previous life? No wonder she knew the feel of his touch so well. But this was a big thing. This was scary.
After weeks of wandering, a bright light shone in Psyche's eyes. She shielded them with the back of her hand, weariness taking over. The sun was rising, but that wasn't the light. A woman of untold beauty was standing in front of her.
"Sort the seeds by sunset, or die."
"What seeds?" Psyche asked, but the woman was gone. And then she saw them. Mountains of seeds, everywhere. Millions of seeds covering the ground in front of her. Stunned, she began to work.
It was early afternoon, and Psyche felt like she had gotten nowhere. She had worked nonstop, and still there were seeds to be sorted, and her sight was beginning to get blurry. Some of the seeds seemed to be moving in front of her.
Psyche looked closer. Those weren't seeds, they were ants! Ants were moving the seeds into different piles. Hope renewed, Psyche set back to work with a good heart.
By evening, all of the seeds were parted.
The goddess reappeared. Seeing the parted seeds, an inward rage seemed to be growing within her. "Very well. Come with me.
They vanished in a twinkling.