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I felt like nearly screaming from the pain, the pain from the lighting my father sent after me, my own father. I don’t know why I feel so strangely shocked, I should’ve expected it. For if my father was not above eating his wife while pregnant with his first child, why wouldn’t he be above striking his favorite of all of his children with his master bolt? It made sense, as this horrible man, if you could even classify this monster of a god as a man. I slowly walked toward my father’s throne and as I neared it, Zeus continued to strike me, but I kept moving, no matter if I were to be greatly injured, or die, I had to get Odysseus home to his family, it was the least I could do since I left him. I soon found myself bleeding to such an extent that a headache began to bloom in my head, my vision getting blurry, all I felt was pain, but I did feel one other thing, determination. I looked up at my father as he sent one last attack my way, after the lightning subsided, I whimpered, whimpered, “Please, let–” I coughed, ichor splattering on the arena floor, “-Let him go…” Zeus frowned, his eyes still a shade too dark. He raised his hand again, lightning accumulating in it, and he threw it at me……..
Soon, everything faded away. And I felt strangely at peace, like I wasn’t stuck with the weight of immortality any longer.
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Pallas’s eyes slid open, she swore she had just been in the fields speaking to Hyacinthus, a prince of a place apparently known as Sparta. Pallas had no clue what the place was, or if it was an important place, nor did she care. Pallas shifted slightly, pain blooming in her torso. A man soon came into view, he seemed to have a light emanating off of him, it was blinding to Pallas’s eyes, “No,” the man spoke, his voice sounded like a melody, “You can’t sit up sister of mine, if you do you would undo all of the work I did to heal you!” Pallas’s brow furrowed, sister? I don’t have any brothers, only sisters… What? The man seemed to notice her confusion, he hummed, it sounded like a worrying song, “The lighting must’ve gotten you worse than I thought,” Pallas coughed, “What do you mean lighting?” her voice sounded different, it was raspy, low, and tired. Nothing like her voice should be, her voice was loud, young, bubbly, and she had all of the strength that someone still in their youth had.
The man frowned, “I need to check on your mind, stay here older sister, I need to get Dionysus.” And the man walked out of the room, not giving Pallas enough time to shout for him to come back. She laid back in the bed and took to looking around the room, she was laying on a pure white bed, the sheets made of linen, next to her was a small table, on it were gifts, a vase of flowers, and a letter addressed to, Pallas couldn’t see, that was when a voice came from the other end of the room, "Well look at that! How the mighty have fallen!” A loud laugh rang out, a laugh she recognized to be Poseidon’s, Pallas glanced around the room, she didn’t want to speak due to the fact that her voice scared her so much, it also didn’t help that talking hurt. It was clear Poseidon wanted to say something more, but he didn’t have a chance, for the glow-y man from earlier and a man with purple eyes stepped inside the room, “Are you sure Apollo?” The purple eyed man asked, “Yes Dionysus, I’m very sure, she doesn’t seem to know who I am,” the purple eyed man, Dionysus, nodded seriously, and the light man– Apollo, led him towards her, Dionysus pulled up a stool, and sat down, “Hello there ‘Thena,” he smiled kindly, “I need to see if you’re suffering from any sort of damage to your memory, is it okay if I?..” Dionysus trailed off raising one of his hands, Pallas swallowed, she then asked, “What? Why– why did you call me–” a violent cough ripped itself out of Pallas’s throat, Dionysus frowned, “How about we stick to simple questions, do you know who I am?” Dionysus seemed to switch gears fast, not paying attention to the cough, however, Apollo seemed very worried. Pallas shrugged, Dionysus sighed, “I’m going to need a verbal answer sister,” Pallas frowned, then spoke, “I don’t think I do,” it was a simple answer, though so worrying for both the gods in front of her.
Apollo cleared his throat, “How about we ask her about something from before any of us?” Dionysus looked at him, a small smile on his face, he then looked back to Pallas, “Athena,” he began, “Do you remember Pallas? The daughter of Triton?” Pallas froze, she looked up at him so thoroughly confused, she then spoke, “But–I-I a–” Apollo shushed her, he looked back to Dionysus, “Um, Dio, I just noticed something,” Dionysus sighed, “Seriously? This is our sister, and you’re not paying attention?” Dionysus scoffed at the other god, and the two began bickering back and forth. Meanwhile, Pallas herself was in a discussion with her mind, ‘Do they think I’m Athena?’, and now that Pallas thought about it, she realised that she had wings, and when she looked over at them, they were the same ones her best friend had. Pallas felt close to tears, it had been thousands of years since she and Athena last met, and now The Fates chose cruelty and swapped their souls. Oh how Pallas hoped Athena was okay, oh how she hoped her mind had been kind to her. Somewhere deep inside Pallas told her that Athena had moved on, that Athena didn’t care anymore, after all, the amount of time they spent together was nothing but a mere blink of an eye to Athena’s immortal life. Pallas just stared at her hands, the hands that were heavily bandaged because of something she didn’t know, pain seemed to radiate off of her bones, Pallas thought to tell Apollo, but he and Dionysus were busy arguing, being so lost in her mind, she only heard snippets of what they had been saying.
“Something’s wrong with her soul, Dionysus!”
Pain
“Oh! Well, why didn’t you say something sooner, huh? AND! How can you tell? It’s not like you have control over souls!”
Deep in her bones
“I have to focus when I want to check!”
Oh how it hurt,
“Why didn’t you check when you were first patching her up?”
It would become unbearable soon, she should tell Apollo
“Because it’s not part of the procedure!”
Pain, pain, pain, that was all she felt
“Well it should be!”
“A-Apollo–” Pallas wheezed, the two gods paid her no attention.
“Well, what do you know about healing someone? You’re the one who’s hungover all the time!”
Pallas reached forward to the other two, still, they didn’t pay any attention.
“Well, Phoebus Apollon, I’m not hungover right now!”
Pallas coughed, the gods continued to argue.
“Oh? So we’re calling each other by some of our titles now? Well, Maenoles Dionysus, I think it’s about time that you–”
“Enough!” A loud voice rang, it sounded old, yet old in the way that you were around your mid-forties. Apollo and Dionysus’s heads both snapped over to the voice, their faces paling, Apollo gulped, “H-H-Hera! What do you need from us, my Queen?” There was a tremor in his voice that could be identified as fear. “Will you two pay attention to the one who’s injured? She’s clearly hurt!” The rage that Hera seemed to feel could only be identified as motherly rage, rage for a child she cared about. Apollo looked back over to Pallas, and his face paled more, Pallas had been wheezing, clawing at her chest as if she couldn’t breathe. He rushed forward, whispering reassuring words as his hands began to glow, and it felt as if the pain had been pulled from her body. “That’ll only work for a few hours, we still need to figure out how to pull the lighting from her body without killing her.” Dionysus froze, he looked over to his brother, “Can gods die Apollo? Because I’m pretty sure we can’t! I mean, it comes with being immortal!” Dionysus had stood, and in his panic as began back towards the door, he stopped and looked to the God Queen as if she had the answers, Hera sighed, “We don’t know.” Pallas felt as though Hera had been lying when she said that, but it seemed as if it was a good enough answer to Dionysus.
“You should hold off on the questions, let the girl get settled into the infirmary.” Apollo looked over to the queen, “But-””Ah! No buts, start off by giving her some ambrosia, it should help with the healing.” Apollo seemed annoyed at being ordered on how to heal someone, on how to help them get settled into his infirmary, but Hera didn’t seem to care. “And get that helper of yours to re-dress her bandages, she needs it.” Pallas swore she could hear Apollo mutter, “Oh yeah? And what do you know about healing?” The comment would’ve been okay if Hera hadn’t heard it. “I am the one who has been in this world longer than you, and I am your queen, you do as I ask.” And Hera promptly turned on her heel, and walked out of the room. Apollo just stared after her, before Dionysus patted him on the shoulder, “Chop Chop Medicine Boy, wouldn’t want our sister dying on us,” Apollo grimaced, “Don’t put that thought into my head.” Dionysus shrugged, and turned to walk out of the room, but he stopped at the door, “Apollo, be careful, we all are counting on you.” And he left. Well that's a great thing to say to your brother, Pallas thought, Apollo stood, “Alright,” he clasped his hands together, Pallas felt that if it had been any other day, he would’ve done it with a lot more happiness, “I, am going to get you that ambrosia, and then, you are going to go to sleep, no more stubbornness for you,” Pallas nodded, fatigue slowly seeping into her mind and bones. Apollo turned and walked towards a cabinet, pulling out a box, he spun around, looking at his feet as he made his way back towards her, he sat down in the stool Dionysus had pulled over earlier, and took a seat. He opened the box, almost casually, he seemed to be doing his best to make it look casual, if only his hands weren’t shaking, Pallas didn’t understand why his hands were shaking, “Why… Why are your hands shaking?” Pallas croaked, Apollo probably wouldn’t have answered the question if she weren’t injured to a horrible extent, Apollo sighed, “This is very–” Apollo paused, as if looking for the correct word, “This is very raw, for lack of a better word, ambrosia, it’s ambrosia at one of its purest forms, which means it should aid in healing you very well, or so I hope.” Pallas nodded, when she had been alive, and in her own body, had heard of the food of the gods, her father had gotten some from her grandfather to give to Athena once, her owl friend didn’t like it very much. Apollo pulled out a small container, inside was the ambrosia, it was a honey colored liquid, with some red seemingly sprinkled in here and there, the bright one summoned a spoon, and opened the container actually holding the ambrosia. Apollo scooted closer on his stool he glanced down at the container in his hands and dipped the spoon in, as he pulled the spoon up, a large mound of ambrosia on it, he looked to Pallas, “Can you open your mouth for me?” Pallas nodded, and did as he asked, Apollo slipped the spoon inside, the substance tasted sweet, not like honey, as she expected from its appearance, she couldn’t recognize the flavor, it taste as everything she missed, being with her family, the ocean, living, being with Athena, Pallas would have commented on it if she hadn’t been losing conscience, the last thing she heard was Apollo calling to someone, “Aesculapius! Get some food ready for when she wakes!” and she slipped into sleep.