Gods of Wrath

I knelt carefully before the altar of my god, Utopia. His statue is here, by his painting. He is a blond-haired blue eyed man, looking approximately twenty six years old. I stare into his eyes. I feel that I know him somehow...that is why I visit him most often. I turned to Ishtaraphrodite's temple and prayed to her, sprinkling rose petals on her throne. I sat on my usual place by her tree, the laurel tree. Rosebushes surrounded the temple.

I turn, holding my arms across my chest. It is a cold day and I have my aunt's shawl around me. In front of me is a young man with long blond hair and porcelain skin. His best feature is his eyes, blue as the daylight sky. His mouth, full and pink, is open a bit. I get up to go, ignoring him. In my village, girls under the Marriage Age, sixteen, cannot speak to possible future husbands unless she has the intention of friendship or information.

I can hear him saying, "Wait!" and "Who are you?" I ignore him until he grabs my arm. I gasp, in shock and a little pain. He pulls me up to him. "I am sorry, but I did not know any other way to get you to stop. I need to know your name."

"Selene Lunette Mara."

"Selene Lunette Mara, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my unending life."

I realized who he was with a start.

"Utopia..." I breathed.

He nodded. "Yes. I am him." He leaned forward an inch, and my heart sped up. But he didn't kiss me, he plucked a butterfly out of my hair. He inhaled it's scent and smiled.

"The Palos Verdes Blue. Incredibly rare, and incredibly beautiful. Do you like butterflies?" he asked. I nodded. He smiled with satisfaction.

"Do you like the color blue?" he asks.

"It's my favorite color."

He nodded again. "It's a wholesome color. Fresh, the color of the sea and sky. And your eyes."

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 07.02.2014

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