My Rain

Rain poured over my flesh. Cooling the flames that burned under the surface. It hurts.... Just sitting here, watching them walk away. The world became dark as soon as the news came. My best friend will leave and next my best guy friend and after that three more friends and after that some family and after that a few puppy loves. I swear this rain is all my tears coming to tease me again. Falling once wasn't enough. They wanted to hurt me more. Cover up my new tears and add on to everything that makes my heart heavy.

But I can see the sun. A few feet away... I thought it'd be easy to take those last few steps. It should be easy. The rain is cold and growing ever more heavy as I stay in it. The sun seems inviting and within it I can see people who I've watched for so long. At times they surround me, their light surrounding my rain. I feel like they accept me, but I can't accept myself with them.

I can't help but let myself fall to the ground. The rain and my tears becoming one as always. None of them really saw my rain, I doubt they care anyways. I want to be apart of them but....

"Why are you sitting by yourself?" That voice? How has it broken through my shield of rain. "Come on. Everyone is over here." A hand reaches to me. Someone strong enough has stepped into my rain. He isn't afraid to take those steps.

My body falls into his and lets him lead me. It's hard, but step by step I'm making my way to the sun. I'll get there someday. Ever day I can feel it getting closer. He's made me stronger.

"Thank you."

Island of Delos Prologue

A cry echoed through the ruins of Delos. For the first time since the birth of the great twins Apollo and Artemis a child was born on the earth of this magical island. The mother held the child with all the love and worry of a god. A single tear slipped from the woman’s eyes as she carried her only child to the shoreline. There waited a small boat shaped as a cradle of sorts. From the surrounding seas came a man with stormy eyes. His heart was heavy as he took sight of the woman and the child. At the sight of the man the woman grasped the child tighter to her breasts.

                “For the child I take her from you, this you know.” The man spoke with sharp but oddly gentle tone. “With you almost forgotten among the people and my brother wanting to keep it as is she is in great danger on Delos.”

                A cry broke out again, so loud that all but one set of eyes turned to the direction of the lonely Island. The mother cooed her child to silence and kissed the babe’s forehead.

                A storm had begun to churn the seas and the man became restless as he watched the last born god leave the arms of the last free titan. The babe now lie in the boat watching the man with stormy grey eyes, the eyes of his own seas. “Asteria, she will be great.”

                “Leave me Poseidon. I wish to be in my ruin.” With that the woman’s form dispersed and became no more than air around the island. Poseidon took hold of the front of the boat and pulled the child into his waters, bringing her to her new life.