Story # 5
The Abhorrence of Hecate
Thank you very much for the reviews! *drum roll* INTRODUCING…..THERA!
She is a new character sent in by the lovely, The-4-Deathly-Hollow
I will do a chapter in her honor soon, so be on the LOOK out!
Damn Hecate. Damn her to hell.
Crone goddess* indeed.
I hate her with every fiber of my being.
I have apparently said something to offend her, so she has cursed me. My arrows never fly straight. They never kill. Right before the almost hit a target, they explode into confetti or turn into a flower.
And I can't stop sneezing. During the most inconvenient times, I will seize and scare away game. It has been going on for a week now. I cannot handle anymore of her stupid tricks. Everyone tells me to just apologize and give her a great offering, but I refuse.
I hate Hecate. I hate her I hate her.
I have abandoned the idea of hunting with my bow, so I take to my dagger. No success. When ever I try to stab something, the blade goes straight through, or bounces of.
I am on the verge of insanity.
Thera is my hunting partner today. She gives me a once over and then shakes her head. "Just apologize."
I give her a harsh stare. "No. I refuse to. I don't even know what I side to upset her."
Thera raises an eyebrow and mimics me perfectly, " 'I am not going to honor her, on her stupid day. Hecate means nothing to me.'" She narrows her eyes. "It was August 9, the Greeks used to honor her on that day and on the 29. You dishonored her!"
My glare intensifies. "Your not to fond of Poseidon, yourself."
Thera places her hands on her hips. "Those are my demons, leave them with me."
I shrug. "Let's not go on about this, we need to bring home something for dinner."
Thera agrees with me and we continue to hunt.
Sierra sings soft lullabies to Avery when he can't sleep. Her voice is calming and gentle. Avery falls immediately into the hands of Morpheus.
Sierra brushes his unruly hair from his forehead and gives him a kiss. He stirs, snuggling deeper into her arms.
She wipes the tears from his eyes.
Soon or later they are going to die.
They are never feed, yet they work like animals everyday. They don't get special attention just because they are children. Everyone is treated the same…
…Like dirt.
I open my eyes, cursing those damn memories for resurfacing. I can't seem to shake them away. It's like someone is purposefully putting them in my head.
I decide not to sleep.
I wander out my tent and head to a creek a few miles away. It is dusk, the sun will be rising soon. Sunrise is my favorite part of the day.
I sit on a rock by the creek and stick my feet in the water. My memories keep popping in my head. I can see Avery crying, clinging to me. His wide blue eyes were always filled with so much sadness…to much for a child of his age.
I didn't care what happened to me. I just wanted to make sure I protected Avery. My life wasn't important, but his was. They could do what ever they wanted to do to me in that camp as long as they didn't hurt him.
He was the only light in Auschwitz. If it hadn't been for him, I would have been dead a long time ago.
When he was taken from my I believed I would die. I was left all alone in that god-forsaken place. The Nazi's tortured me non-stop for what seemed like years. They wanted to know how he'd escaped, but I didn't even know…
She stood near the only window in the small room. Her piercing bluish-silver eyes glowed in the darkness. She radiated power, grace…she was not a forced to be reckoned with.
I held Avery close to me, stoking his hair. He shook in my grasp.
"Alles ist gut…Avery…"
The woman raised her hand and Sierra could feel the power. She tried to turn away, to run…but it was too late.
A blast of fire hit her at full force. She screamed in pain, falling to her knees. Avery was gone. He was in the arms of the mysterious woman.
Sierra turned to her look in her brother's eyes one last time…
"Damn it!" I pound my fist on the rock beside me, bitter tears welling in my eyes.
Damn Hecate. She took him from me! She took my Avery from me! I hate her! I hate her!
I curse her. I hate her.
I hate Hecate.
I hate my mother.
A/N: Oo Somebody is angry….. Look out Hecate or Trivia or whoever you are…. Heehee. I hope you guys like this! Do you understand some things? Are you piecing the story together? I hope not yet! There's still a lot yet to happen!
BTW: This chapter was REALLY annoying to write- sorry if that feeling came out in my writing.
The crone is a stock character in folklore and fairy tale, an old woman who is usually disagreeable, malicious, or sinister in manner, often with magical or supernatural associations that can make her either helpful or obstructing.