Hermes looked at her, eyes burned with fury and blame that one need not be a deity of hate to know his thoughts. In truth, it was her fault but not a word casted a bit against her by Hermes. Guilty. Even Athene seemed to think it was her own doing to be tied to Tyche, believing that young child suffered an unfair fate, one she didn’t chose. That wasn’t true, Nemesis wanted to protest. Everything had their consequences that were the point of life choices was to balance and check the outcome into an existence. Ty made her decision once and even now suffered from it, her desperation for forgiveness that Nemesis just couldn’t give was enough to make the goddess of Luck wish for death. To fade to make up for the suffering.
What could she do?
Nemesis couldn’t move forward with her but she couldn’t leave Tyche behind, in the end they simply stagnant. A place where neither could bear to grow, just suffer and suffocate endlessly. Torn between the desire to give Tyche what she wanted and just to hold her, clasp her with her white, bloody broken wings selfishly protecting her from the hurt she couldn’t touch. Protect her from what? The source of her pain was the very woman that longed to shelter her. She felt frozen by some unseen winter, her bloody fingers skinned and hurt tightly clenched the leather seat while her wings twitched with slowly faded pain that riddled everywhere. Her head bowed unable to glance on the child that served as her heart for thousands of year, now wanting to die and leave Nemesis alone.
“SHIT!” The first word in her mind at the time rushed out from Nemesis. Never before had she ever cursed, out loud at least, until that moment.
Nemesis’s eyes widened with shock, burning heat speared into her body overpowered the many wound’s own enflamed pain with a single touch. It was like a rubber band had snapped against her flesh inside, pulled beyond the strength to hold caused her teeth to push together, halting the scream that tittered on her lips. Eyes glanced to Ty, fear treading in her red eyes that the Horse’s blood might have missed something important.
It was different. Her fingers dug into the leather, fighting to keep her mind from losing out to the pain, far better thanks to that connection. The flames of pain tore into her soul like melted iron from a pot, sizzling and hot until it waned. Lacking like something had broken inside, a piece important and tightly kept suddenly could no longer be found. Her face took on a solemn expression with deep reflection upon what. A thought crept in her mind, her hands released their grip and her eyes rose to meet with Tyche’s. Locked with that same confusion at what had happened.
Her wing twitched, the broken one too limp, and ruffled to echo her own concern. Free…she was free but why did feel empty?
“Yes, I felt it break. The thread…its gone…”Her words felt like final sentence, a death one.
Tyche screamed. Long, loud and without warning that seemed to drown the echoes of a ringing. Her body pushed up, her eyes tossed in the back of her head as a new pain, violent and cruel, brought her jerking out of her sleep. Yet there was no reason. No wound or anything as her fingers tighten, gripped her father’s fingers with the same agony that tore though her body without mercy. Knuckles paled with the pressure crushing her dad’s hand. A dreaded feeling, dark and unsettling screamed something was wrong. The child in her cried out for it to be over, the fear overlaid by a mask of torment from this unexpected assault, breath escaped from her lungs until they were empty. Nothing left but needles of pain from the lack of air. A wish for it to be done soon faded to the sense of emptiness. Loss, like some part of her which had seemed to always been there for thousands of years broke free.
A bird set free…
The tension relaxed, drained from both her mind and body in that moment. Limp she went in those glorious moments that followed and weight seemed to lift from her chest, leaving a small gaping hole in its place. What was that? Her lips refused to voice her concerns as sorrow, confusion of the source, washed over her. Breath was hard to gather once more into Tyche’s throat, her head lifted with a certainty that caused her to glance at Nemesis. Her eyes spoke it but it was Nemesis made the words real and whole.
“Yes, I felt it break. The thread…it’s gone…”
A weak smile crossed Tyche’s lips, parched and chapped, warmth and relief made her face glow brighter. She didn’t have to die now…a selfish note filled that empty space even for a moment only to fall apart to sadness. So long they had been tied. Two sides of a coin, Tyche thought they would never part, both misery and joy they had shared in lifetimes that stretched out a long time. Now…it was gone. This scared Ty, the idea of what laid ahead of her was vast like a giant that sneered over her, ready to devour every part. It made a rush she seemed to like. Change was a part of her element, the aspects of fortune altered with time so she should be able to handle it shouldn’t she?
“It seems I can’t even get any sleep without Atropos, Clotho, and Lachesis saying hello… You’re free finally,” Tyche smiled, her face still tired, a bit of glee in her voice,” Everyone’s safe…The war’s over isn’t it?”
Nemesis held her silence as Tyche turned over the sense of release, no tangles that trapped her heart while everything held a different sense, new color and more light. Maybe it was her near death experience. Tyche shifted her head; she could only guess what had gone through Nemesis’s mind from her words as she turned to her father. His warmth was comforting with a sense of want that soon fell to a shadow, her daughter empathy stretched to his, of something different. She believed he wouldn’t of have cared for her choice, being able to visit her either way. Was she wrong? It softened her lazy gaze that she might be, a trace of wanting her around and fatherly need. She asked Nemesis the most important question that would mold their future.
“With nothing tying us…what happens now?”
Nemesis could only lean away,” We can’t be together anymore Tyche… it’s safer that way.”
So much for love thought Tyche too tired to fight, only her bright green eyes became heavy with depression while she leaned to her father. Change… it mixed her insides up into a muddled mess at the thought.