The Wise Knight

“I’m not infatuated with him,” she ground out, still in denial. How could she, a virgin goddess, let her emotions, her yearnings get so out of control? She knew the dangers in her feelings and yet she felt them anyway. Usually she liked the challenge of defying herself and keeping to her vows. It was usually a fun challenge, but this was more than she’d ever bargained for. “I don’t get attached to mortal men, Athena. I never have. I find the heroes especially to be to arrogant, but…” This one was different. She knew it deep within her, but she still could not bring herself to say it. She couldn’t find her voice as Athena spoke, too much of it hitting too close to home. Finally she shook her head. “You don’t know, Athena. You’ve never grown too attached to one in a way that you know you shouldn’t.  I am not weak. I don’t bend to me more lustful instincts the way other gods and goddesses do. I’m meant to be stronger then this, but,” she finally leveled her gaze with Athena’s, “I can’t let him go. Not this one. Not even knowing that I’m likely nothing but prey to be hunted to him, and I hate that I feel this way. I hate that I’ve let him get to me like this, but I cannot hate him.”

Athena smirked. The young goddess was doing her best to lie to Athena but the older goddess wasn’t easy to trick or sway. It would take a lot more for Artemis to convince her otherwise. Especially when it didn’t sound or look like Artemis believed herself. “The more we talk about this, Artemis, the more your lies come up to the surface.” She reached out to touch Artemis’ arm in a rare comforting manner. Athena wasn’t known for being friendly or even motherly in anyway, but when the moments came, it meant she cared dearly about the person and their feelings. “Do you see what he is doing to you? I may not be able to tell you what to do but I will give you advice. And like I said before, you need to move on from him. Because the moment he does die, there is no telling what you may do. Start saying no, start distancing yourself. The moment the wrong person catches onto any of this, they will use it against you. I love you too much to let that happen to you. So that is why I say for the sake of both of you, move on.”

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“I know who he is, Athena. You don’t need to tell me twice. Do you think I took him on as my hunting companion without knowing what sort of man he is? He’s the sort of man who can never be satisfied. There will always be someone or something for him to hunt and lust after. One person, even one goddess would never be enough for him, so don’t worry yourself. Nothing will come from whatever you think this is. In the end, he will grow old, he will die, and he will be nothing to me just as I will be nothing to him far sooner than that. Does that satisfy your question? Who he is to me now does not matter,” she lied to herself. Deep down, she truly believed her words to be true. She knew the hunter well enough to know that she was only an entertaining challenge to him that would soon pass. There was no use in her admitting her attachment to him when it would soon have to end.

“If you know who this man is, why continue on with your infatuation with him?” It was clear as day that this demi-god meant something special to Artemis. The way she spoke against him and her thoughts about him. She knew him too well for this man to just be nothing. Athena was never in such a position but she knew that her half sister needed guidance, welcomed or not. “You speak of him in such a way....” Athena stopped herself and decided approach this differently. “When I see a human male with the ability to become something greater than he is, I get...attached to him. I seem to want the best for him because I enjoy watching him grow into a hero.” Athena moved and sat down, facing Artemis as she continued. “Goddess like us, our lives are different. And when there is a male who matches us in a certain way, we find ourselves in sort of a hole. This hole is the feelings we hold with this man. He might grow old and die and you say that it is nothing but you lie to yourself. Because him dying is important to you. His actions, his movements, his thoughts...Why do you think I looked over Odysseus the way I did? My situation may be different from yours but I know when I cross the line. Artemis, you need to unattached yourself from him. He is your Icharus and you are his sun.” Artemis couldn’t let this man wrap himself in her world like he did. Athena couldn’t let her go down that route. “Can you truly continue to build sandcastles with someone when it will all be washed away? Let him go.”

“There’s nothing to talk about,” she said gruffly, still cleaning her bow from where she’d been seated before Athena came in. “He’s just a hunting companion. That’s all.” Not even she fully believed the lie, but it was one she wanted desperately to believe in. What was she, a virgin goddess, supposed to do with feelings for a man? Especially one who let his eyes wander so. He would never be satisfied with her, and even less so without any…physical relations. Allowing herself to feel for him was a huge mistake, and she was almost certain that was why Athena had barged in. “Is that all you’ve come to see me about? You’ll be sorely disappointed if it is.”

She walked closer to Artemis and took a moment to look around at where they were while her younger half sister made some sort of excuse. A hunting companion? The young virgin goddess needed to do better than that. “Don’t tell me you tell yourself he is a simple hunting companion to help you sleep at night. The boy is the child of Poseidon. Even Triton and Rhodes isn’t that innocent and they are the more sensible of the offspring to come from our uncle.” She looked back over at Artemis and caught her eyes, reading them as though they hid the most important story ever to be told. “I’m here because I know you, Artemis. This Orion...he is more to you than even you could truthfully admit to yourself out loud. Unlike others, I came to the source for the truth because I seek it always. So tell me, who is this Orion truly to you?”

“What’s wrong? Never seen someone escorted places by angry soldiers?” Theseus laughed as the two Crete soldiers tightened their grip. “I think they think I’m going to run. Not to fear, I’m not going anywhere. Not yet.”

Clotho let out an excited giggle as she watched her prank slowly take hold of the party in front of her. There was no holding back her laughter as she saw different people taking another glass of the wine that she had added a little something… special to it. She knew she looked odd and probably very very suspicious but there was no stopping the laughter, even as someone approached her. “I do hope you are enjoying the wine tonight. Take a big sip for me.” she smiled.

He probably should not have interrupted her; the way she cleaned the grave was almost sentimental, fond. Whomever rested beneath the dirt here was clearly close to her heart, and for a moment, there’s a brief pinch of curiosity that tugs at his tongue to get him speaking, but he cuts himself off.

But is that not what Knights do? Steal lives? He could have easily said it, but he held his tongue. He didn’t like to upset her, even if, at some points, he did not approve with her blind loyalty. “Maybe you should try it one day,” he starts off, voice suddenly much softer than before. “Steal something. I’m not one to gloat, but I hear my heart is rather easy, you see. Just, you know, to put out a few suggestions.”

MODERN GODS: pallas athene, the grey-eyed maiden

She knew her crew had been responsible for her imprisonment; the knights who dragged her into the dungeons made certain to fill her in on every detail in an effort to remind her of what sort of scum she was. A pirate captain who couldn’t protect her crew, who couldn’t earn their undying loyalty. What else would you expect from a woman? What else would you expect from an ex-slave? In their eyes, she was the definition of an unfit leader, but she didn’t want to believe that– she refused to believe that if only for the fact that she didn’t want to give these bastards the satisfaction of seeing her break down over petty insults. It would only further validate their views on her supposed weakness.  

But she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t terrified of what came next, no matter how hard she tried to pretend that she wasn’t. Mona knew what she would have to face in the dungeons, but the chains, the bars, the filth ( which would all bring her back to a place she’d long since left buried in the past ) weren’t going to be the worst of it. They’d try to make her talk, and she’d have to endure whatever form of torture or whatever threat they placed upon her because as soon as she gave away the only thing that made her valuable, they’d do away with her. For now, her plan was to bite her tongue and keep the Titan’s secrets to herself– at least, until Ana came to get her. That was the only thing giving her hope at this point, the thought that this was only temporary and that even if her crew had abandoned her, her sister still hadn’t. She was still out there somewhere, and she was coming for her. She told herself that over and over again while she sat in her moss covered cell, bound in shackles with nothing more than the shadows and whispers for company.

The dungeons were blanketed with death, and filled to the brim with lost, angry souls, but she didn’t leave herself receptive to those spirits. She pushed them away and muted their calls, knowing she’d lose her sanity if she dared to crack the doors open to them when there were so many in one place. Instead, she tried to focus on other things, like the droplets of water dripping from the ceiling, and the rat nibbling away at the food she was offered, the shanty Ana used to sing to her when she was young and afraid to sleep in the dark– and then footsteps. She heard them rounding the corridor, heading towards her cell with a flame of some sort, and when they stopped in front of her bars, she had a hard time adjusting her eyes to the light. She couldn’t make out the face of her visitor just yet, but she assumed it was another knight.

“If you have come to mock me some more, save your breath, amor. I would be far more impressed with sticks and stones.”

It seemed as though Tasmin had disappeared into thin air. Most of the other knights didn’t know why Alice wanted to keep searching for her since some knew she disliked her. But she refused to tell them that Arthur wanted her to be found and be brought to him. He had embarrassed him in the worst way possible and Tasmin needed to pay. Alice promised him a very alice Tasmin and that was what Alice was going to give him. Searching for her seemed to be harder than she expected but there was no way she was giving up. Alice never quits. She just found another reasonable way to succeed. 

That’s when a thought came to her. Mona Graves was in the dungeon. Mona Graves had sided with the Titans. Maybe if she played her cards right, she could get something out of the pirate before she was officially punished. It wasn’t going to be easy. If the pirate captain was anything like herself, she wouldn’t dare say a thing to give up anything about the people she trusted. This had to be played out carefully if she was to get anything from her. Even the smallest hint of the Titan base would make Alice happy.

Walking with the guards of the dungeon, Alice kept her face straight showing no emotion what so ever as she carried a chair with her. She followed them through the long hallways, the smell of piss and death mixing themselves together into an unique perfume. The guards stopped in front of one cell, the fire from the torch they carried shining into the cell to show the female pirate captain. “I’m not here to mock Miss Graves. Mocking is beneath me.” she gestured for the cell to be opened and one of the guards moved to do so. Walking in, Alice sat the chair down in front of the cell door and sat down while the door was being closed. The guards walked away as per her order to leave her alone with Mona until she gave the command. “I’m here to have a little chat with you before the King makes a decision on what to do with you or before your first mate actually decides to bust you out. I don’t see the latter happening any time soon since she has yet to make a move. I’m sure you don’t mind, however, talking to an actually person for a change.”