“Sssissster?” said Euryale, extending her hand towards Medusa only to pause and then draw it
back to follow its twin as she wrapped her arms around herself. Holding herself
gently she rocked herself to and fro in frustration. These sisters of hers, so
different from herself, left him nothing but confused.
“ Well, we have not always been
sisters…”
Memories followed that train of
thought, Euryale, again recalling the trials of her own life. Being born to a
small tribe of nomads traveling far to the East, the childhood spent helping
her tribesmen and learning to become a woman. Perhaps even one day, as she had
been told often enough, head wife of the tribe leader.
“A woman that I’ll never be, now.”
Now that thought touched a place deep
within Euryale’s soul, a place that hated a world that had made her suffer so.
That ached with the grief for a life that she could never have and could never
go back to. Still, looking down upon what she had become, she hated herself
more. This body was not so different from the one she had been born into. In
some ways it was even the same as the one she had always known, but where she
had once had legs, with which to dance and celebrate with her people, she now
could not dance as she once had and had no legs… and most importantly no
people.
“Well, that’s not entirely true.” She
thought, “I have Stheno and Medusa. Sisters in our struggles, if not in blood.
Why should I care that my legs are now bound into a column of molted brown,
pink, and chalk white colored flesh and covered in translucent scales? That my
hair, so similar to that of my once loving mother now shares its place upon my
head with snake like lizards? That I can no longer go out into the sun because
it sears my flesh with His wrath? At least I am alive and not alone, and it is
not my fault, it is His.”
For though she had been the one to
reveal that she had been born with what her people called The Sight, and that
the revelation had led to her being sent to the oracles at Pythia to perhaps
one day join they’re sacred sister hood. It had not been her fault that Apollo,
god of the sun, had been consorting with the all of the priestesses in
residence at the sacred temple under different guises. Finding it strange that
none of the sisterhood had mentioned it to her that their patron god often came
to call upon them in one form or another, she had naively approached the High
Priestess and Oracle of the temple and asked simply if she would also be
required to provide services of a carnal nature for the god when it appeared to
her that so many of the other sisters, including the High Priestess and the
Oracle where already providing them.
She made a soft chuffing sound before
she could stop herself earning her a sharp look from Stheno, which she avoided
by meticulously smoothing down her dark brown stola, and patting her soft brown
hair, before once more wrapping her arms around herself.
“That did not work out the way I thought it would.”
She thought to herself.
~*~
This is only about a third of Euryale's part, but i thought i'd end it here this week so you're not overwhelmed. This story was my first attempt at writing in one sitting scenes. Let me know what you think! ^_^
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