The dagger was gone. Vanished to who knew where though she knew it should have been in her back, even the realization she was running shook her. Last thing she knew she was talking with her father and being carried away. Now..nothing but a blank spot in her memory. Too terrified to study and just following that need to get away, run away from something as she just let her feet lead her back.
Her foot tripped, twisting sideways, forcing her hand to whip out just to stop her face from meeting the hard surface. It left tingles of pain on impact forcing her teeth to bit down on her tongue, filling it with a rustic tint. A faint red streak as it made a wet slap against the smooth surface, the squeak squealed into her ears. Run, run, she screamed even as weight sagged in her limbs. Hot wet tears poured over her cheeks swept away by her desperation to make distance between him and her. Tyche was terrified but at what? She just knew to run and never stop. Those wide crying eyes started forward yet she wasn’t looking where she was moving, letting anything in her path hit with a sickening slam, though it seemed to slow her down but not stop.
Tyche’s emotions were muddled and confused as she ran, her shoulder clashed violently with the pillar on her way pass. It hurt but not nearly enough. Even with the bruising under her skin, the color blackish purple she was sure would be there wasn’t enough. She done bad, she felt it in her bones and soul like a black curling thing tearing deep inside of her. A deep sorrowful feeling had laced into her core, the source forgotten at the moment the strike happened. Mentally she whisper, What happened? Tyche knew something happened as she noticed the blood yet her mind was a blank. It was all gone. She done something that her mind refuse to allow Tyche to relive in a form of a coping mechanism.
She broke out into the throne room while her body just kept running. The wall met her, stopping her path while Tyche curled letting it hit her in the side. There was no sign of her slowing in the collision. Why? The word ripped through her mind like a broken record, repeating over and over followed by flashes that was pure torture before fading away abruptly. Her body fell to the cold stone flooring while her hand pulled together, slamming into the wall without a care for the hurt. The pain danced from her forearms rippling though her body before tossing her shoulder over and over to the side, each hit seemed weak but no less fury behind it. Breathe heavy but there seemed to still be air in her lungs, her whispers getting louder. Hands reached for the blond locks with fingers threading into the curls into balls of fists, tighter and painful, the thin ropes of hair tangled deeply. Her scalp was on fire though her strength seemed gone she felt on the edge of breaking. Shattering into millions of pieces, wishing everything was alright, knew something drastic had happened. For some reason someone’s blood was on her hands but who was the question…one she was afraid to find out.
What did she do? Tyche’s mind frozen yet her body just kept punishing her, as if deep inside it knew far more then she could handle. her body jerk violently with a brief moment of energy ramming without concern against the wall, feeling a thrash of pain rocket though her side, the effort lost as quickly as it had come. In more ways she felt like the vase covering the carpet of her room. Beyond repair, fractured and broken by stress, lack of sleep, and rage that her unknown attack would have been the final straw that would sent the goddess to hit rock bottom. Shaking. Tyche couldn’t stop shaking tearing several strands of hair came away with tiny pieces of her scalp, several layers of skin ripped by the forced out roots, her head bounced off the hard wall as she had thrashed herself into it repeatedly. Fear from the unknown tided her attention as she failed to note Ares’s presence lost to the emotion that savagely tore what piece of her was once intact. Refusing to go away this time, it seemed to linger longer and for a horrified moment. Tyche believed it might never leave. Tyche… breath..sound of my voice.. Look at me, Tyche..Look at me..
It wasn’t her dad. Not his voice like she expected, but someone different. Exhaustion took its power back leaving her body utterly spent, the grip on her head loosen while finally coming undone. They casted to the floor pulled by gravity and her body felt like lead, heavy and weak, the effort to calm her breath into steady pace was like taming a bucking stallion. Each breath was needles threatening to suffocate her to force down the agony, the dark feeling in the pit of her stomach of something terrible, until it seemed to rest deeper in her sore form. In and out…in and out, her lung poured the breath in a slower pace that seemed to take forever to find and keep.
What was happening? What had happened? When her head tried to seek the answers, it was like hitting a wall of empty space. There was little there to give her detail and a headache spark when she tried, discouraging her to dig making her teeth grit with pain. Her head felt as heavy as concrete in her rise to meet Ares’s gaze. In her eyes, windows of confusion, anger, and fear, stared back at him. She never seen those eyes. Not during the previous encounters, it main hate and anger she saw but now… why was he looking at her like? Too much as her body seemed to protest at her questions, Tyche watch his head nod as if understanding her problem- remembering he was the god the war and easily the most rage filled- filled with a strange expression. He was smiling? At her? Tyche fought the urge to twist about, expecting Persephone or her mom nearby for it yet she watched him slightly open his arms to her.
It was an impulse more than thinking that drove Tyche to fall into him, head leaned over his chest and lured by the comfort his eyes gave off. Though Ty couldn’t lie like the best, it was genuine emotion that she could tell apart and this felt real. If it wasn’t…then her Uncle had her fooled. Her body leaned into him with her one arm braced against the floor and the other wrapped about his encasing arms, Ty knew if she lost control it he would stop it. Though likely his grip wasn’t hard, the new bruises were tender about her side and back with even her head slightly throbbing the damage she given herself that embrace made her flinch. It was ignored; bore though in favor of the aid his eyes seemed to promise.
Whether he could or would, was something more she was bound to discover.
“What’s happening to me?” her voice whispered, more about the anger as her words shifted to lack of memory,” Where’s dad? Why am I covered in blood? All I remember is from the attack to talking with my dad…I was upset, he… Athene was summoning us, I didn’t-”
A sharp pain tore through her head, making her face scrunched only to kit that wall once more. Why couldn’t she remember? A sickening feel swept through her, dread seemed to pull her back retracting from the effort to seek the truth discourage by the warnings her body was giving. Changing the topic to ease that sense that gave her chills up and down her back, she spoke.
“Did either of you have an idea of what attacked me? What those things were and how they got into the room? “Naturally Ty assumed her Aunt was informed and what she spoke would not come as a surprise at what she spoke. Ignorant of the drama taking both their attentions, her own concerns dead on in the end, that they would be concerned with bickering and lost in the family affairs that all else would be lost,” Dad… was he attacked, by those things? Did I leave him behind?”
Tyche tried to raise, no screams to draw from her body, not bother to acknowledge the dread she felt at mention mistaking for guilt at leaving him. If he was injured..hurt by those things, she never forgive herself. Never once did it occur she might have had already given her dad the grievous of wounds he could sustain, make him easy prey to very things that set themselves on her. The pain of betrayal though a daughter’s lack of control and her inability to keep the pain and misery centered on her alone, the reason she sought for isolation. To protect him and everyone else from herself. Tyche just hadn’t realized her failure…yet. Her body collapsed unable to raise, mostly though the drain and battle but a small part, a deeper one sought to keep her from facing what she couldn’t handle.
Looking at the only one that around, standing and looking as if he knew more about this then before, Tyche made a comment still nested in Ares’s arms. The last place Tyche ever expected herself to end up,” I think I’m losing it…”