OoO Not a Girl Anymore OoO
I haven't seen him since I was little. I heard him every night though when I slept. I saw him in my dreams, honey-silk hair and piercing blue eyes. Sometimes in my dreams he would take me places. We would be visiting the shores of mighty oceans, or taking a walk through the hunters' woods. When I asked him what he meant when he said that I was going to serve him, I was answered with silence. He would purse his lips and change subjects. If I persisted too strongly, he would end the dream immediately, causing me to wake up gasping for air, sweat beading my forehead, and grabbing for the nearest object. I never wanted him to leave though. His warmth would envelope me and all the world would seem calm. I still don't know what he is, but all I know is that I'm falling for him.
I am now thirteen and a priestess of Apollo. Why should I marry a man I am not destined to be with when all I can think about is the golden-haired deity? Something might be wrong with me... a mortal to love a god… a mortal to dance with death. I finally knew who he was for no living being could still my heart by a gaze, or visit my dreams, or even possibly know so much about me... a god
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The goat hit the ground with a hard thud, fluids exiting out of the gaping hole on the side of his neck. Our third sacrifice this week, due to unexplainable earthquakes lately. I think the gods are angry and I cannot fathom why. And so the four other priestesses and I sing our hymns to Apollo and ask that he watches over us and heals us in our illnesses. I rose after I finished the final verse and the others left save for little priestess Diane.
"Priestess Cassandra, you seem distracted of late. Are you alright? ", asked Diane.
"Yes little one, I am truly fine. I may be expecting my moon soon.", I replied.
She eyed me strangely, shrugged and walked away. I let out a heavy sigh and walked in the opposite direction, toward the back of the temple. So many memories were shared there, such as the great meeting of the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, snake charmer, who charmed my own serpent of a heart.
I stared at the grand statue before me. It was old and yet it seemed to have breathed a fresh life into one's own. The man looked handsome, chiseled, aged eyes, and a mischievous smile. I sighed again and turned around. I went home that night and ate dinner in silence. No one could get through to me. He was on my mind and all I could think about. The golden-haired man… My soulmate.