he never allowed. Acheron was always impeccably groomed and dressed. "Today isn't the anniversary of your birth. You were born in June."
"I know, but they scream just the same. I fell trying to reach the rocks and discovered that in the sea the voices are muffled."
That made no sense to me. "Why would that help?"
"I don't know. But it does."
A wave rushed to shore, completely covering him. He didn't move at all even though it knocked me sideways. I straightened myself and watched as he coughed up water. Still he made no move to leave the sea.
"You'll catch a chill lying here."
"I don't care. I would rather be sick than hear them yelling at me so loudly."
Desperate to help soothe him, I moved to his head and sat cross-legged on the ground before I pulled his head into my lap. "Is this any better?"
He nodded as he again laced his fingers with mine and led my hand to his heart where he held it. By the tight grip, I knew his head was still aching unmercifully.
We didn't speak for hours as he lay there with my hand on his chest. My legs lost all feeling, but I didn't care. We were gone so long from the house that Petra came out to check on me. She was as confused by Acheron's explanation as I was, but she dutifully left us alone and brought food and wine.
Acheron was in too much pain to eat even though I forced him to nibble at some of the bread.
By nightfall, the voices quieted enough that he was able to push himself up. He was unsteady on his feet.
"Are you all right?" I asked in concern.
"Just a little dizzy from the voices. But they're not so loud now."He draped one arm over my shoulders and together we made our way back to his room.
I had Petra draw him a hot bath while I wrapped a towel around him. He was still pale, his features pinched.
Maia came running in with two glasses of warmed milk. "I was worried about you, Acheron," she admonished.
"I'm sorry, bit. I didn't mean to concern you."
"Are you feeling better?"
He nodded.
"Maia," Petra said from the doorway. "Come away so that Acheron may bathe in peace."
"I put some sugar in the milk," Maia confided before she obeyed her mother. "Hope you feel better soon."
Charmed by her actions, I followed her.
"Ryssa?"
I paused at the door to look back at Acheron who was still wrapped in the towel. "Yes?"
"Thank you for being worried about me and for staying with me today. Now get yourself dried off before you catch a chill."
"Yes, sir," I said with a smile.
I left and closed the door before I made my way to my own room. The doors were still open so I shut them. As I did so, the strangest thing happened.
I heard a vague whisper on the wind.
"Apostolos."
Frowning, I looked about, but couldn't see anyone. Where on earth had the voice come from? More than that, I didn't know anyone named Apostolos.
I shook my head to clear it. "Now I'm hearing Acheron's voices."
It was strange to be sure.
But even as I dismissed it, there was a part of me that wondered about it. Most of all, I wondered if it might be yet another threat to my brother.
Only time would tell.
June 23, 9530 BC
At last word came. The Queen of Kiza had agreed to take Acheron in. The messenger had arrived yesterday with word that Boraxis was on his way here to escort Acheron to safety. He should arrive in another three days.
Elated, I planned to tell Acheron tonight during the surprise celebration for the anniversary of his birth.
My brother was going to be safe. Forever.
Happily we were out in the orchard today. In truth, we'd spent the entire morning there, laughing and sampling the gardener's prized fruit. The orchard was so beautiful. Peaceful. The leaves were a bright, breathtaking green that was punctuated by the golden apples that burst with sweet, succulent taste. Even the old, stone walls were tranquil, draped with flowering vines.
No wonder Acheron preferred it to any other place at the palace. The summer air was fresh and warm and I could
"I know, but they scream just the same. I fell trying to reach the rocks and discovered that in the sea the voices are muffled."
That made no sense to me. "Why would that help?"
"I don't know. But it does."
A wave rushed to shore, completely covering him. He didn't move at all even though it knocked me sideways. I straightened myself and watched as he coughed up water. Still he made no move to leave the sea.
"You'll catch a chill lying here."
"I don't care. I would rather be sick than hear them yelling at me so loudly."
Desperate to help soothe him, I moved to his head and sat cross-legged on the ground before I pulled his head into my lap. "Is this any better?"
He nodded as he again laced his fingers with mine and led my hand to his heart where he held it. By the tight grip, I knew his head was still aching unmercifully.
We didn't speak for hours as he lay there with my hand on his chest. My legs lost all feeling, but I didn't care. We were gone so long from the house that Petra came out to check on me. She was as confused by Acheron's explanation as I was, but she dutifully left us alone and brought food and wine.
Acheron was in too much pain to eat even though I forced him to nibble at some of the bread.
By nightfall, the voices quieted enough that he was able to push himself up. He was unsteady on his feet.
"Are you all right?" I asked in concern.
"Just a little dizzy from the voices. But they're not so loud now."He draped one arm over my shoulders and together we made our way back to his room.
I had Petra draw him a hot bath while I wrapped a towel around him. He was still pale, his features pinched.
Maia came running in with two glasses of warmed milk. "I was worried about you, Acheron," she admonished.
"I'm sorry, bit. I didn't mean to concern you."
"Are you feeling better?"
He nodded.
"Maia," Petra said from the doorway. "Come away so that Acheron may bathe in peace."
"I put some sugar in the milk," Maia confided before she obeyed her mother. "Hope you feel better soon."
Charmed by her actions, I followed her.
"Ryssa?"
I paused at the door to look back at Acheron who was still wrapped in the towel. "Yes?"
"Thank you for being worried about me and for staying with me today. Now get yourself dried off before you catch a chill."
"Yes, sir," I said with a smile.
I left and closed the door before I made my way to my own room. The doors were still open so I shut them. As I did so, the strangest thing happened.
I heard a vague whisper on the wind.
"Apostolos."
Frowning, I looked about, but couldn't see anyone. Where on earth had the voice come from? More than that, I didn't know anyone named Apostolos.
I shook my head to clear it. "Now I'm hearing Acheron's voices."
It was strange to be sure.
But even as I dismissed it, there was a part of me that wondered about it. Most of all, I wondered if it might be yet another threat to my brother.
Only time would tell.
June 23, 9530 BC
At last word came. The Queen of Kiza had agreed to take Acheron in. The messenger had arrived yesterday with word that Boraxis was on his way here to escort Acheron to safety. He should arrive in another three days.
Elated, I planned to tell Acheron tonight during the surprise celebration for the anniversary of his birth.
My brother was going to be safe. Forever.
Happily we were out in the orchard today. In truth, we'd spent the entire morning there, laughing and sampling the gardener's prized fruit. The orchard was so beautiful. Peaceful. The leaves were a bright, breathtaking green that was punctuated by the golden apples that burst with sweet, succulent taste. Even the old, stone walls were tranquil, draped with flowering vines.
No wonder Acheron preferred it to any other place at the palace. The summer air was fresh and warm and I could
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