Entry Six

He stayed. My son, the one who loathes me most in the entire world, stayed. It was a surprise to me, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s trying to do. He plots in his dreams, if I remember correctly… what could he be plotting against me right now? What evils will he do again?

But while he slumbers, I can finish recounting my tales…

He’d stood there, staring at me, his face blank. But his eyes pooled with his hatred; it’s what fuelled him. It’s what turned his soul so dark… but I don’t know what triggered it. For when I find out, I’ll have the key to his powers.

I answered him crudely, demanding he sit back down. Scolding him for telling me what do to. Slashing him with my powers. But nothing harmed him; he stood there, even as he started to bleed, and it all fuelled him farther. His wings turned blacker than pitch. The tail materialized behind him. Horns protruded at his temples. Feathers were shed, to be replaced by scales.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” He whispered again, still calm, but with a touch of more venom. I sneered at him, as if realizing something – I still can’t remember what – and turned to strike the baby in my arms; before I could do so, everything turned black.

I hadn’t fallen unconscious, nor had my eyes closed. I could see my hands, and my daughter in my arms. I could see him standing across from me… but everything else was gone. I was literally standing in the air.

Not knowing what was happening, I dropped her in my surprise. She didn’t fall; instead, she moved to her brother, who seemed to age even more in his power… instead of looking like the small, fragile two-year-old that he was supposed to look, or even like the age of six that my powers should have made him, he stood at 10 years.

He cradled her in his arms, a loving smile coming to him as his appearance started to change back; but I couldn’t let that happen. I couldn’t let this… this child get the better of me! Summoning all my strength, I struck him with Zeus’ right hand. Powerful wings shielded him, and not even a scratch was made.

His eyes were on me again. Full of hatred, and blame. He blamed me for everything bad that had happened to him.

“No more shall you control us,” he muttered. That’s the last thing I could ever remember him saying… what came next is still a blur. If I ever recall properly what happened, I’ll write it down. But for now, I hear my son waking.

-Keira