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I state simply, “No.”
“But you can’t say no!” Phoebus becomes more and more frantic, crazed, and confused.
“No.”
“Stop that, you can’t say that my little sunflower,” he says as his voice drops low. A timber which raises the hair on the back of my neck. The golden eyed one furrows his brows, glaring at me.
I roll my eyes. “No. This is the tenth time that I have told you this. My answer is the same as before and won’t change.” Feistily, I glare at him as though unphased when my knees feel wobbly and my hands are shaky.
“You’ll soon learn, my dear, that you don’t say no to a god.”
In a flash, I was on my back. A scream caught in my throat. Frozen in place from fear or magic. Perhaps even a combination of the two.
Phoebus lay flush against me. Pressing me firmly to the ground. We were chest to chest. Torso to torso. I could feel him and his excitement. His excitement infuriates me. He is getting off by the thrill, the magic, and my fear.
Pinned to the ground, I stare up at the man like he is a wolf, waiting for the opportune time to feast on its prey.
My lungs forgot how to function.
My hands shake as I’m pinned to the ground by a god.
Terror burns in me.
The smell of bonfire spreads around us. Like when the winds change around the fire and the smoke threatens to smother you. My eyes water from the smell. My throat is scratchy.
This must be magic, and I hate it.
“Sorry my little mouse,” Phoebus whispers softly into my ear. “But I’m afraid that you’ve plans with a lion tonight.”
I want to growl back at him. To spit in his face, to do anything. But the noise catches in my throat.
My voice pulled from my lips until only silence remained.
Gaia, help me.
Frantic people swirl around, looking in my direction. Not looking at me.
Why were the villagers staring around the crowd?
Look at me.
But no matter how much I wished, no one saw me.
Something is wrong.
Help me, I plead in my mind.
“Time for an adventure.” His well-trimmed beard tickles my ears and throat. Grabbing at his pocket, he grabs a pouch and sprinkles the opalescent powder on my face.
I tried to dodge the falling but I had no wiggle room with how he pinned me. At first contact with the powder, I didn’t feel a thing. Then it hit. A wave of tiredness. I attempt to blink away the exhaustion, but my eyes feel like they’re being weighed down by bricks. I shake myself awake. I knew I couldn’t stave it off for long.
The flash of blinding rainbows is the last thing I see before sleep takes me.
As I come to, every inch of me aches. Rocks and sand fill my limbs. The slightest of twitching is the most strenuous of actions.
Winter had all but faded. Only the barest hints of chilly air grace my cheeks. Nothing like the normal winter chill. No snow decorates the ground.
How is it such a pleasant temperature?
