To say that Eris had been a bit on the sullen, grouchy side of late would be an understatement. Losing Brenton had been a massive blow to someone still relatively new to the ebb and flow of a life with emotions. Those close to her tried to explain the pain away as a broken heart. Yet her heart was not broken. It was still beating. She could feel it's movement beneath the palm of her hand. No amount of crying, ice cream or Jack Daniel's managed to offer any relief. Couldn't even properly torture someone without her powers. She'd been locked in her condo for days on end searching for the right kind of ambrosia to heal a gaping wound.
The messenger, Eros, felt for the fallen Goddess. They weren't often subjected to the whims of a true human form. She'd asked for it and, after a long fought battle with Zeus, won that right to experience being human. With it, came all the growing pains of such. Since he'd been strictly forbidden, as had all the other deities, from any further contact with Eris while she was still human, there would be no support from Olympus to help soften the blow of reality now weighing so heavily on her chest. It dawned on fair Cupid that Zeus had managed to interfere and get his way after all. While she'd fought and won each challenge Zeus had placed before her and Brenton to win her freedom and humanity, the sneaky God must have found a way to get rid of him afterall. Stripped of the very reason she was still in Rhydin, now the Goddess was alone, vulnerable and miserable. A recipe for disaster.
It took several months before she'd ever even peek her head out of that condo. Everything she needed for survival could be delivered these days. Add the big screen TV, a bunch of movies at the ready and a comfortable bed, there'd been no reason to leave the sanctity of that hiding place. Loneliness and boredom eventually set in, forcing her out of that place of mourning and into the bright light of the real world again. Nothing much had changed. Life goes on whether someone is part of it or not.
Slowly; but, surely Eris is figuring out how to move on. From time to time, she still forgets her powers are gone. Sucks when you want to do something evil to someone who's deemed deserving. Oddly enough, she can't get drunk or high or stoned. Likely because Zeus doesn't want her to find that place where reality can be escaped. (He is evil like that.)
It's time to let go of the past, put that period on the end of a very good moment and start again at a new beginning.
The messenger, Eros, felt for the fallen Goddess. They weren't often subjected to the whims of a true human form. She'd asked for it and, after a long fought battle with Zeus, won that right to experience being human. With it, came all the growing pains of such. Since he'd been strictly forbidden, as had all the other deities, from any further contact with Eris while she was still human, there would be no support from Olympus to help soften the blow of reality now weighing so heavily on her chest. It dawned on fair Cupid that Zeus had managed to interfere and get his way after all. While she'd fought and won each challenge Zeus had placed before her and Brenton to win her freedom and humanity, the sneaky God must have found a way to get rid of him afterall. Stripped of the very reason she was still in Rhydin, now the Goddess was alone, vulnerable and miserable. A recipe for disaster.
It took several months before she'd ever even peek her head out of that condo. Everything she needed for survival could be delivered these days. Add the big screen TV, a bunch of movies at the ready and a comfortable bed, there'd been no reason to leave the sanctity of that hiding place. Loneliness and boredom eventually set in, forcing her out of that place of mourning and into the bright light of the real world again. Nothing much had changed. Life goes on whether someone is part of it or not.
Slowly; but, surely Eris is figuring out how to move on. From time to time, she still forgets her powers are gone. Sucks when you want to do something evil to someone who's deemed deserving. Oddly enough, she can't get drunk or high or stoned. Likely because Zeus doesn't want her to find that place where reality can be escaped. (He is evil like that.)
It's time to let go of the past, put that period on the end of a very good moment and start again at a new beginning.