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Saturday, January 27, 2018

Your Lucky Day in Hell Part 4

Your Lucky Day in Hell
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Part 4
By: Chase L. Currie

“Hades ---” Paige said moving to touch him, but he wouldn’t allow her to feel his warmth anymore. She lowered her hand closing the door wondering if he regretted to bring her back or did he want to hurt her in the ways he said he never would. She didn’t know. She would never know at that moment. She walked the halls of the dead forest letting all the tears flow freely.
                She stopped at the door leading to the other side, to the outside, and stepping into the mist of the underworld to be lost forever.
                The mist illuminated by unseen moon welcome her into itself. It opens a little with every step she took and closed behind her as if it was too afraid to touch her. After she walked a few yards, maybe, a hundred yards, the mist started to kiss and pet against her skin like a lost cat begging for some attention. A lost cat she quickly realized she was in the thick mist.
                She had no idea where she was going or what was around the next bend in the sea of white. Her heart started to race screaming to get back to the house where it was safe. All the memory of being lost in the woods one night after her father got to drunk flooded her mind. She wanted to be free from the idea. She didn’t want to relive the event again. It was terrifying, guess it is good to know somethings don’t change.
                Paige started yelling for help. She yelled for anyone to show up. “Anyone?” She cried hearing her voice reverberate back to her. “Please, anyone?”
                It was as if the angels and God answered her cries by letting a tiny light blinked to life. The burning light dance for her waving at her to follow and she did as it beckons to her. The light was tiny light a candle sat at the end of a tunnel and the closer she got it, the farther it seems to be from her. She ran for a while until her legs became sore. She stopped resting for a moment and then started to walk again.
                It was taking her hours to reach the light. Why hasn’t the sun come up? Did the sun every rise here? A voice far back in the past whispered up to her thought a string attached to cans and said, “No, there is no sun. You are the only light here.”
                She shook her head, not her, Persephone, was the only light in the depths of the underworld. Except for the fire she was seeing before her. Something was burning filling the mist with the hint of smoke. She could taste the smoke and smell it dust her clothes.
                The light was burning from a campfire at the top of a small hill. The back of the hill was laid with stones where one could easily rest while the other side had tree stumps and breached it but left a view into the endless hills. If the hills were there be on the mist, but she couldn’t tell.
                She stepped onto the hill seeing a long, lanky man hutch over the fire pit. Something long and dark flow from his backs and for a moment Paige thought she saw horns coming from his head. He huffed and puffed into the small fire trying to bring it to life but with each breathes killing the light more.
                “You’re going to blow it out,” Paige said to the man.
                He glanced over his shoulder with friendly eyes jumping to his feet. His face was long like his body, and his smile was big, and to her amazement, horns were coming from his head. The dark cloth over his back flew out into wings at his enjoyment of seeing her. He dashed over to her hugging her hard and saying, “You are back. You finally came home, that old S.O.B went up there and got you. I’m so bloody happy. You know how long I have been trying to start this fire? Lifetimes, whole lifetimes.”
                “I’m sorry,” Paige said her arms unable to hug him back. “Do I know you?”
                “Ah shit,” the man said letting go and stepping away. He walked around the pit. “He didn’t give you your memory back.” He stopped looking at her. “Maybe, that’s because he doesn’t have it. It would make more sense why he didn’t get you sooner. Maybe, my asshole brother has it, but I doubt it.”
                “What? Who are you?”
                “Right, right,” he had said shaking his head, “I am Thanatos.” He smiled back as if the name should mean something.” What do they teach you, kids, now and days? I am the embodiment of Death, and my brother is Hypnos the embodiment of Sleep. Our mother is Nyx, the Goddess of the Night, and the embodiment of the Night. She is so feared that even Zeus stay away from her.”
                Paige stared at him lost.
                “This means nothing to you, huh?” Thanatos asked.
                “Not a thing,” she said.
                “Well,” he shrugged, “we are friends, and you used to lite this fire for me so that we could chill for a bit. Want to give it a try now?”
                “Sure,” Paige said.
                She wasn’t sure at first what to do, she didn’t have anything to start to fire with, but something tapped on her mind telling her to touch the log. It was as if someone else had open the door to the back of her head and placed the idea into her mind. She bends down doing as the idea ordered watching the log roll over into a wave of flames. The fire jumped from the log she touched onto the next followed by the one after that quickly turning the pit into a raging fire.
                “You always did make it look easy,” Thanatos said smiling at the mist around them.
                Paige looked to pass the bright lite to a world of green and light, trees waved to her in the wind and hills rolled passed her in the cool summer day. She saw deer and foxes rush by her view fading into the forests around the hills. The songs of birds rejoice in the heat of the day, and all was good.

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