My Tattered Bonds (3 page)

My mother rushed to me, sweeping me into her slender arms, enclosing me into a vise-like embrace.
 
She looked deceptively fragile and small- but in reality, she was strong enough to lift a stack of cars.
 
She smelled like lavender and sweetpeas.
 

“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” she gushed into my neck as she hugged me close.
 
“I’ve been so worried. We didn’t know what to do for you- you weren’t yourself and---“

“Aphrodite, let her breathe,” Ares said gruffly as he pulled her away.
 
Looking at me, he said, “It’s good to have you back, daughter.”

I nodded, holding Cadmus’ strong arm close.
 

“What do we need to do to prepare for the Oracle?” I asked, intent on changing the subject as I blinked back hot tears.

“It’s not easy,” Hecate warned. “The Oracle insists that those who seek her come with a clear mind and an unpolluted heart.
 
Because of that, she will not come unless you fast in solitude for two days and nights on the hills outside of her ruins.”

“Alone?” I asked.

“Alone,” Hecate nodded.
 
“We can all go at once, of course.
 
But we will each need to stay on separate spots on the hillside.
 
It’s a fairly desolate place.
 
We will not be bothered.”

“Well then,” I swallowed hard.
 
“Let us go.
 
Now.
 
There is no reason to wait.”

Ares laughed in satisfaction, throwing his dark head back.

“My daughter has truly returned to us.
 
What spirit!
 
We will need to gather your sister and her warriors, of course.”

I nodded.
 
“Of course.
 
Ortrera would be agitated if we left her behind.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Hecate muttered and I had to smile.
 

My half-sister, Ortrera, was a queen of the Amazons.
 
She was as hard as nails.
 
She was a six feet tall lithe wall of muscle.
 
Her face was beautiful in a very fierce way and she was deeply loyal to her family.
 
She had helped us in more ways than one over the years.

And she was as tough as anyone I had ever seen.
 
No one in their right mind should mess with her. Ever.

“Alright,” my mother said briskly.
 
“Ares, summon the Amazons.
 
Harmonia, you and Cadmus can accompany me back to the palace.
 
Hecate… you can do whatever it is that witches do.”

Hecate glowered at her. “I’ll accompany you also, thanks.”

“Suit yourself,” my mother sniffed, turning to glide toward the door.

I offered a small smile to Hecate behind my mother’s back.
 
Hecate had proven to be a good friend throughout the last few months.
 
Aphrodite did truly like the witch, but due to my mother’s dramatic nature, she was sometimes a bit jealous.

As we emerged onto the pristine walkway that led to the palace, the sun shone on my shoulders and this time, I did allow it to brighten my mood.
 
 
Just having a plan and a place to begin made me feel better- like we would manage to once again be successful.
 
Only this time, it had to be a complete success. Failure in any way simply wasn’t an option.

 
As Cadmus and I entered our bedchambers, I turned to him.

“How does one prepare for a solitary fast on an abandoned hillside?”

He pulled me into his arms, gently supporting my weight as he lowered us onto the softness of our bed.

“By feasting on everything that we will miss, of course.”

He laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh with him.
 
I laid my head against his chest and felt it rumble with his laughter and I closed my eyes.
 
This man was everything- my entire world.
 
No matter what would come, we would face it together as we always had.
 
We would be okay.
 
I nestled into his hard body and inhaled his familiar, woodsy scent.

I woke up screaming.

I hadn’t planned on falling asleep, but my emotional state had left me drained. But the pain… the pain is what awakened me.
  
The bird shaped birthmark on my wrist was on fire.

Literally.

I sat straight up on the bed, clutching my arm to my chest as I tried to block out the overwhelming pain.
 
It hurt so much that the light in the room blended together and I couldn’t see straight.
 
Cadmus frantically turned my arm over to examine it and we both gasped.
 
My birth mark had grown to encompass the entire width of my wrist and had stretched to become three inches long.
 
Its outline was literally burning and the air crackled with the sound of sizzling flesh.
 

The mark had also changed.
 
It was now a clear outline of the Phoenix.
 
It looked more like a flaming tattoo than a birthmark.
 
After a moment, the burning embers died, leaving a blackened phoenix imprint.
  
 

My gaze met that of my husband and we stared at each other for a moment.

“What does this mean?” I whispered.

“I do not know,” he admitted.
 
“Perhaps Hecate will know something.”

I nodded, but a feeling of dread curled around my stomach with icy fingers.
 
This couldn’t mean anything good.
 

“Cadmus…” my voice trailed off uncertainly.
 
I cleared it impatiently.
 
“I have never actually seen the prophecy, have you?”

He shook his head grimly, his chocolate eyes frozen on my face. “No.”

“I think it’s time that I read it for myself, don’t you?”

He grasped my hand, rubbing a circle on my thumb.
 

“Alright.
 
But Harmonia, I am concerned.
 
I do not wish for you to become upset by anything that we see.
 
A prophecy does not mean that something will certainly come to pass.
 
We still have free will.
 
And that means… that means that we can change anything that we put our minds to.”

I smiled gently at him, reaching out to stroke his handsome face.
 
He leaned into my hand, taking a deep breath.
 

“I know,” I replied softly.
 
“But I have to see it.
 
I’ve heard bits and pieces but have never actually read it.
 
I have only seen the page from the book in Hecate’s cave.
 
I don’t even know whose prophecy it is. I feel like I will be stronger and can understand it more if I just read it myself.”

He sighed long and loud, but extended his hand.
 
“Then let us go,” he suggested.
 
“We do not have much time.
 
Let us find it.”

I took his hand and allowed him to pull me from the bed.
 
He kept a tight grip on my hand as we made our way to the main floor of the palace.
 
The marble floors sparkled in the light pouring in from the windows and I found my mother sitting in a cushioned seat by the back terrace.
 

“Harmonia, you’re awake!” she exclaimed, rising to meet us.
 
“I’m glad you were able to rest.
 
We’re making preparations for the trip. Your father is with your sister and Hecate is in her cave.
 
We are meeting back here at dusk.
 
Are you ready?”

I nodded.
 
“I will be, mother. But first there are just two things I need to do.”

“There are?” She was puzzled.
 

“Yes,” I confirmed.
 
“I need to see my mortal mother—to know that she is alright before we depart and I need to read the prophecy for myself. I wish to see what it says… in its entirety.”

Her face instantly turned into an unreadable mask and I tensed.

“Mother,” I began uncertainly. “I feel as though you are hiding something from me. And I wish to know what it is.”

Sunlight bathed my mother in backlit loveliness as I waited for a response.
 
I didn’t receive one.
 

“Mother,” I repeated.
 
“I need to know.
 
Where can I find it?”

 
“Harmonia,” she sighed.
 
“There is no reason for you to read it.
 
We’ve told you what you need to know and time is of the essence now.
 
I don’t think it’s—“

I cut her off.

“Mother, where is it?”

Her silver gaze met mine for an extended moment and hers finally wavered.

“Very well,” she replied.
 
“It is in the libraries.
 
But I really wish you wouldn’t.”

“Your concern has been noted,” I answered glibly.
 
“But I need to do this.”

Her shoulders slumped and she looked to Cadmus.

“Cadmus…”

“She feels strongly about this, Aphrodite,” he replied firmly.
 
“It is not for us to keep it from her.”

“Fine,” she muttered.
 
“But I see no reason to upset yourself at this juncture.”
 
She turned her back on us and stared once again out the windows.
 
The fact that she felt this strongly made me uneasy and I looked up at Cadmus.

“Are you ready?”I murmured.

He nodded and grasped my elbow, leading me from the great room and down the hall to Zeus’ massive libraries. We waited outside of the agate doors, hesitating just a moment while I gathered my thoughts.

I nodded and Cadmus pushed the doors open.
 

Late afternoon sunlight streamed in through the glass ceiling.
 
It was as quiet as a tomb, the air still and silent.
 
The room was a large as a gymnasium and it was filled with shelves from floor to ceiling. Leather bound books and pyramid-shaped stacks of rolled parchments filled the shelves. Any little noise that we made echoed loudly throughout the open corridors.
 

An enormous falcon, a personal pet of Zeus himself, sat on a perch directly inside the door.
 
He had gold bands wrapped around his thick scaly legs.
 
He swiveled his head to stare at me with onyx eyes.
 
As his gaze met mine, he dropped his head in deference.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” he croaked hoarsely.
 
“Show me your mark.”

I silently approached him and turned my wrist over.
 
The phoenix imprint was still tender, a bright, angry crimson rimmed in charred black.
 

“Ah, so it begins,” the bird mused.
 
“You may enter.”

 
I glanced at Cadmus uncertainly, but stepped forward into the massive library.
  
There were too many books.
 
I had no idea where to start.

“Where should we begin?” I asked Cadmus.