Fight Like a girl throw out
I feel like weekly I make a revelation about what it is I really need out of life.
Then I realize I will likely never figure this out.
So, being a person who lives their life with too many fucks, rather than the absence of them, I decided I need to write myself some inspiration. After all, who is going to drag me out of my rut. That's right, NO ONE... Time for suck it up and deal Star. She has been away for a while.
Muse Vol 3 (tentative)
Chaos breaks out around me as I stare into Jesson's eyes defiantly. Battle cries from both sides of the conflict ring through my ears. The throngs of colliding forms and clashing weapons break around us as we continue our silent face off. Body after body falling at my feet, but I do not see them. The only thing in my world at this moment is Jesson.
The metallic scent of blood rises around me, yet I hold my stance. It feels like a lifetime, though it is likely only moments. A spasm rips through my love before me, bringing him to his knees. His gold breast plate explodes from his chest as a piercing white light emanates from his core, raising toward the heavens. I reach toward him, but a set of arms pull me away.
"The waters, my friend, they renew him." Cyrus's strained voice vibrates from the chest behind me. I watch helplessly as the blinding light pours from his eyes, mouth, and the location of his heart. Surely the amount of energy expelling from his body will end his life.
The form of my friend behind me collapses to the ground. I land atop of him, but he makes no sound. His arms falling away limply. I look to my friend to see a gaping wound just above his heart. Blood and gore covers his clothing, and his skin has an unnatural pallor, almost translucent, as he draws shaky breaths.
"Oh my god. No. Cyrus, please." I sob. Pulling him into my lap. My head on a pivot between Jesson and Cyrus, helpless to do anything for either of them. A single tear escapes my eye, trailing down my cheek and on to the Macedonian sand.
I watch as a glowing entity crosses the battle grounds toward me. Golden hair spiraling around his face ethereally.
Apollo.
Kneeling near his son Apollo places his hands on Jessons shoulders. A shock wave emanates outward from our position knocking all within fifty yards of us to the ground. I slam to the earth hard, stars flitting before my vision. I am over come by a scorching heat, hot enough to turn the sand below me to molten glass. The eyes of my friend glow red as he chants an ancient prayer to the sun.
A scream in the distance draws my attention. It is the sound of pain. I can detect the faint smell of flesh burning. The realization hits me like a freight train. The Demigods cannot handle the power of the sun.
"Apollo STOP!"
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BOOM what!
Then I realize I will likely never figure this out.
So, being a person who lives their life with too many fucks, rather than the absence of them, I decided I need to write myself some inspiration. After all, who is going to drag me out of my rut. That's right, NO ONE... Time for suck it up and deal Star. She has been away for a while.
Muse Vol 3 (tentative)
Chaos breaks out around me as I stare into Jesson's eyes defiantly. Battle cries from both sides of the conflict ring through my ears. The throngs of colliding forms and clashing weapons break around us as we continue our silent face off. Body after body falling at my feet, but I do not see them. The only thing in my world at this moment is Jesson.
The metallic scent of blood rises around me, yet I hold my stance. It feels like a lifetime, though it is likely only moments. A spasm rips through my love before me, bringing him to his knees. His gold breast plate explodes from his chest as a piercing white light emanates from his core, raising toward the heavens. I reach toward him, but a set of arms pull me away.
"The waters, my friend, they renew him." Cyrus's strained voice vibrates from the chest behind me. I watch helplessly as the blinding light pours from his eyes, mouth, and the location of his heart. Surely the amount of energy expelling from his body will end his life.
The form of my friend behind me collapses to the ground. I land atop of him, but he makes no sound. His arms falling away limply. I look to my friend to see a gaping wound just above his heart. Blood and gore covers his clothing, and his skin has an unnatural pallor, almost translucent, as he draws shaky breaths.
"Oh my god. No. Cyrus, please." I sob. Pulling him into my lap. My head on a pivot between Jesson and Cyrus, helpless to do anything for either of them. A single tear escapes my eye, trailing down my cheek and on to the Macedonian sand.
I watch as a glowing entity crosses the battle grounds toward me. Golden hair spiraling around his face ethereally.
Apollo.
Kneeling near his son Apollo places his hands on Jessons shoulders. A shock wave emanates outward from our position knocking all within fifty yards of us to the ground. I slam to the earth hard, stars flitting before my vision. I am over come by a scorching heat, hot enough to turn the sand below me to molten glass. The eyes of my friend glow red as he chants an ancient prayer to the sun.
A scream in the distance draws my attention. It is the sound of pain. I can detect the faint smell of flesh burning. The realization hits me like a freight train. The Demigods cannot handle the power of the sun.
"Apollo STOP!"
********
BOOM what!
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