*taps on microphone nervously* "ahem", well hey everybody! if, by some strange and glorious miracle, you decide to read this, thank you. First of all I must say that these are only ideas and I probably won't make an actual story with them, soooo...... I, uh, guess that's it for now. Enjoy!
I saw him falling from the sky. The boy with the downy wings and the golden hair, the one whose face was permanently etched onto my brain, the one who flew away with my heart years ago. My heart beating fast, I ran as fast as I could, following the path of the crystalline river, but in the blink of an eye I lost sight of him in the canopy of trees that hung over the swift-moving river. Maybe I just imagined him calling my name, and I only saw a bird diving through the air.
As I rounded the river bend, my eyes lighted upon an ever familiar pond. Memories flooded back to me and I couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness wash over me. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts to focus on finding him. I ran through the forest calling his name, but found nothing. I felt emotionally and physically drained, and as I brought my hand up to wipe away my perspiration, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. I did something unexpected. I broke down, let out all my frustration, sadness, anger; I released all of the emotions that I had trained myself to control so very well. I hated him, blamed him, for my suffering and for leaving Atlantis without a trace, save for a note still hidden in my wardrobe. What's more, I hated myself for falling for a son of Hermes, god of thieves and travelers.
As soon as they steal your heart they're gone, leaving nothing but a trail of broken hearts in their wake.
|Connor Jessup||as Son of Hermes|