May 2019
On this quiet day she laments. For the friends she has lost, for the hunger she now feels, for all that once made her human, it is now gone. She sits quietly staring into the pond, hoping beyond hope her own reflection would see fit to deem her an intruder and work it’s damnable curse upon her. Yet no matter how hard she tries, she still knows the freedom of movement.
3 years. It has been 3 years to the day the gods have cursed her. 3 years alone in the garden of stone, so aptly named by the few adventurers who have managed to come in and out of this place with their wonderful zeal still intact. At first she tried to converse with them, that was a mistake. Her words were drowned out by the horrible cacophony of hissing “things” that sum up everything she hates about this life, and the adventurers, being all too eager to swing a blade or mutter some incantation they picked up from who knows where, well, they just called her a monster.
Honestly, they weren’t wrong, though it was never her choice to be this way. She laughs for a moment. “No one ever chooses to be who they are.” She says to herself. But she knew what she meant, it wasn’t her fault she became the thing she is now. It was the Gods. Zeus in his **** avarice, paired with Hera’s own petty jealousy make for quite a nasty combination. How was she supposed to know it was Zeus himself tempting her? She couldn’t, there was no way. Knowing that, the punishment seemed entirely unreasonable.
Thinking that, she laughed again.
“The gods deal in the unreasonable. They made all this from nothing.”
She waited there for a moment, then set out to attend to her garden. She spends the first few hours of the day gathering white lilies and roses, there always seem to be an abundance for some reason. Then she slowly goes around to each statue in the garden, and lays them at their feet, letting out a few tears for each as she does so. “It isn’t fair that you suffered for their jealousy.” She whispers underneath her breath.
3 years. It has been 3 years to the day the gods have cursed her. 3 years alone in the garden of stone, so aptly named by the few adventurers who have managed to come in and out of this place with their wonderful zeal still intact. At first she tried to converse with them, that was a mistake. Her words were drowned out by the horrible cacophony of hissing “things” that sum up everything she hates about this life, and the adventurers, being all too eager to swing a blade or mutter some incantation they picked up from who knows where, well, they just called her a monster.
Honestly, they weren’t wrong, though it was never her choice to be this way. She laughs for a moment. “No one ever chooses to be who they are.” She says to herself. But she knew what she meant, it wasn’t her fault she became the thing she is now. It was the Gods. Zeus in his **** avarice, paired with Hera’s own petty jealousy make for quite a nasty combination. How was she supposed to know it was Zeus himself tempting her? She couldn’t, there was no way. Knowing that, the punishment seemed entirely unreasonable.
Thinking that, she laughed again.
“The gods deal in the unreasonable. They made all this from nothing.”
She waited there for a moment, then set out to attend to her garden. She spends the first few hours of the day gathering white lilies and roses, there always seem to be an abundance for some reason. Then she slowly goes around to each statue in the garden, and lays them at their feet, letting out a few tears for each as she does so. “It isn’t fair that you suffered for their jealousy.” She whispers underneath her breath.
