“This won’t hurt. I promise you that. I don’t want to give Apollo the satisfaction of killing you. Your soul will nourish mine and perhaps I’ll live to fulfill whatever purpose there is for me. My mother will provide for you in the Underworld. You will dwell in the Isles of the Blessed. It is the most beautiful place in the world. You’ll be happy there. I promise.”
Branwyn nodded, her eyes clear and tranquil. “Thank you, princess,” she whispered. “I look forward to it.”
Pain gripped my chest, wrapping my heart in cold fingers. “This won’t hurt,” I promised again. “Forgive me, Branwyn.”
She nodded wordlessly. Being so near to her in this state caused her aura to appear to me in an explosion of yellows, golds and reds. Her spirit was strong and true and my mouth watered with the need to take it. I was so weakened at this point that I couldn’t fight the urge for long. My chest shuddered with the restraint that I was already showing.
Branwyn’s purity surrounded us in the air, her strength wrapping around us like a ribbon, tying us tightly together. Loyalty, one of the strongest attributes in existence, flowed through her veins. It was in her blood, in her heart, in every thought that she had.
Bending ever closer, I whispered, “Thank you, Branwyn. Your sacrifice will not go unnoticed.” With one short breath, I started the process. Her lips touched mine and her spirit flowed into my mouth, down my throat and filled me up.
She tasted as beautiful as her spirit actually was. Warm, strong, loyal, proud. Her attributes joined with mine, making me stronger even as her mortal body grew weaker and limp. I continued breathing her in, closing my eyes, until it was finally over.
I opened my eyes and Branwyn was gone, her green eyes staring lifelessly at me. Stepping back, I closed her eyelids gently and then turned to Apollo.
“It is done,” I told him. “You can’t have her now.”
“Foolish girl,” he told me. “I never wanted her. This was a challenge. And much to my disappointment, you have passed it.”
Chapter Ten
“A challenge?” I repeated shakily. “A challenge?” My voice rose an octave. I couldn’t help it. “My sister was murdered for a challenge?”
Apollo stared at me in amusement. “If she was murdered, then you are the murderer, darling. Think on that for a moment.”
Red hot anger boiled up in me, so quickly that I lost control for a moment. The anger exploded through me and ripped the weeping willow tree that Branwyn was still attached to apart. The roots erupted from the ground and the limbs flew off, landing erratically around us. When the dust settled, it looked like lightning had struck the tree trunk. And Branwyn was now lying limply at my feet in a heap. I didn’t look at her. I focused instead on Apollo and on controlling my emotions.
“I realize that,” I said calmly, gripping my fists at my sides. “You placed me in that position.”
“Details,” Apollo shrugged. “You made the choice. No one forced you. But you should be happy. You have passed this challenge. You were able to overcome your soft emotions and act as a true goddess. A true goddess must be calculating when need be and not focused on her heart.”
“Why do you not sound more upset?” I asked suspiciously. “I just passed a challenge, which means that we have another point and you do not. Shouldn’t you be upset by that?”
My foot bumped Branwyn’s lifeless body and I cringed, yanking it back. I couldn’t help myself and glanced down. Branwyn stared up at me, her sightless eyes fixated on my face. Her back was twisted unnaturally. I gulped.
“What is going on here?”
Brennan’s voice thundered from across the creek. My head snapped back and I whirled to face him.
“Brennan. It’s fine. Go back to the village. I’m okay here.”
Brennan stood on the edge of the water, his face both confused and determined. I saw a muscle tighten in his jaw as he examined the situation. He glanced at his father.
“Apollo, I presume?” Brennan sounded confident and secure, but I could feel his emotions. He was unsettled, nervous. He looked back to me.
“Empusa, this might be an obvious question, but why are you naked?”
The muscle in his jaw clenched tighter and if the situation had been less serious, I would have laughed at his expression.
“Trust me, you have nothing to worry about,” I assured him drily. “Please, Brennan. Just go back. I’ve got it handled here.”
In an instant, before I could breathe or move, he stood next to me. Quickly, he knelt and felt for a pulse at Branwyn’s neck. Looking up at me in concern, he stood once more.
“Yes, I can see that,” he answered. “Completely handled.”
“It’s not what you think,” I started shakily. “This was a challenge. I passed.”
“You look infinitely better,” Brennan observed. “Branwyn?”
I knew what he was asking…if I had fed on Branwyn to regain my strength. I nodded wordlessly.
“I’m glad you’re here, son,” Apollo said conversationally.
He stepped forward so that we formed our own little circle. It was too intimate to remain naked, so I quickly imagined myself wearing clothing. Instantly, it was so. I was dressed in a knee-length gray shift, belted loosely at the waist with a black leather cord. Neither man noticed. There were each too focused on each other.
“Don’t call me son,” Brennan instructed politely but firmly. “I do not know you. And from what I’ve heard about you recently, I’m not sure that I want to know you.”
“Oh, Brennan,” Apollo replied breezily, seemingly unfazed by his son’s statement. “You don’t truly know what you want. You’re still mortal.”
“Again, from what I’ve seen lately, being mortal is starting to seem like a good thing.” Brennan’s eyes flickered to Branwyn’s body as he spoke and I fought a wave of nausea. I had killed her. It was unavoidable. I had taken her life. And Brennan was right. If I had been mortal, it never would have been necessary.
“You do not know what you speak of,” Apollo answered pleasantly. “Eventually you will learn that all that you currently believe is flawed. Once you are immortal, nothing will seem the same. Trust me.”
“Trust you?” Brennan answered incredulously. “Trust you. That’s funny. I don’t even know you. But I know that somehow you forced Em into a corner here today. She never would have taken Branwyn’s life on her own. I know that you want to send Empusa to the Underworld or even worse, you’d like her dead. And for what? Just so that you can control my abilities. Did it ever occur to you that I won’t be controlled?”
He was adamant, firm and very, very confident. He stood proud and tall, the wind rustling through his honey-colored hair. I had never felt so proud of him and I took his arm. He was afraid, but fear is what makes bravery possible. In overcoming the fear, you make yourself stronger.
“You certainly are my son,” Apollo replied smoothly. “You think just as I do. I would never allow anyone to control me, either, if I could possibly avoid it. You and I are a great deal alike, Brennan.”
“I doubt that I am much like you. If you knew me at all, you would have known that you had a greater chance of winning me to your side if you just come to me and explained your position. Trying to strong arm me by threatening the woman that I love… all that did was turn me away from you,” Brennan spit angrily. “Go back to Olympus. I don’t want anything from you. Empusa just scored a point for us. I daresay that we will win here and this entire conversation will be moot.”
Apollo threw his head back and laughed.
“Oh, Brennan. You still have mortal thoughts and naivety. It is amusing, but you will not win. And even if you do, you’ll have had to gain that victory by doing unthinkable things… as Empusa has just proven. In the unlikely event that you do actually win, I guarantee that you will wish you had not. You aren’t like the gods. Your guilt will weigh you down. You will wish you had never met Empusa at all.”
“Never,” Brennan answered angrily. “That will
never happen. Return to Olympus, Apollo. Tell them that we are ready for whatever they want to throw at us.”
“I do like your spirit, son,” Apollo chuckled. “But you should learn to never poke at the gods. You won’t enjoy it when we poke back.”
With that, Apollo disappeared, although we could still hear his laughter for a moment after he left. I stood quietly, facing Brennan while I avoided looking at Branwyn.
“Are you okay?” Brennan asked quietly. I tried to form an answer, but found that I couldn’t, not without breaking down. Instead, I shook my head as tears ran down my cheeks. I felt weak, but I couldn’t help it. What I had just done was suddenly crashing down around me and it was all I could see.
“Come here,” he said quickly, grabbing my hand and pulling me to him. I buried my face against his chest, trying to block out Branwyn.
“You don’t understand,” I sobbed. “I’ve taken souls hundreds of times. But this was different. She was alive and vital and healthy. And worse, she would have just given it to me. I think that’s what she expected. She thought she was born to die for me. And I think she was right…which makes it even worse.”
I cried harder and Brennan stroked my back with strong hands, silently allowing me to cry all of my anguish out. It took awhile, but finally my sobs died off to sniffles and then tapered off completely. Stepping away from him, I wiped at my eyes and smoothed my hair.
“I’m sorry,” I told him. “I didn’t mean to fall apart on you. I have no right to be upset. Someone just sacrificed her life for me. If anyone should be upset, it should be Branwyn- wherever she is at right now. You must be growing so weary of hearing me cry about my wretched curse.”
Brennan smiled at me, a comforting and familiar sight. “Em, I’m here for you- no matter what you want to do with me. If you need to cry on me, so be it. You’re so strong that if you want to use my shoulder for that purpose, it’s almost an honor that you would trust me so much.”
I smiled weakly at him. “You always know what to say.”
He shrugged. “I try. Just remember that the next time I say something stupid. Em, whatever happened here today was not your fault. I hope you realize that. You’ve lived your life the best possible way that you could. Please don’t cry. You’re amazing. We’ll get this sorted out.”
He was so confident, so sure that I almost believed him. I knew that at the very least, we would give it everything we had. And that was all we could do.
“Thank you,” I murmured, standing up on my tip-toes to kiss his chiseled cheek. “I’m very blessed to have you.”
“I’ll remind you of that the next time I tick you off,” he said with a grin. He sobered up quickly though as he stared at the woman at our feet. “We should take Branwyn back to the village. We’ll need to bury her.”
I nodded. “I believe they build funeral pyres here. I don’t know what to tell them. I have no idea how much she told them… whether she shared her belief that she would die for me, whether she kept that to herself….” My voice trailed off and Brennan wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me to him, kissing my forehead.
“It will be fine,” he promised quietly. “We’ll just take their lead and roll with it.”
I nodded and he stepped away. Kneeling, he gently gathered Branwyn into his arms. I picked up her arms and crossed them over her chest as Brennan cradled her to his. Slowly, we made our way back into the village, stepping carefully through the brambles until we made it back to the trail.
No one said a word as we walked through the village. Each woman stopped what she was doing and stared with wide eyes as Brennan and I walked quietly through the center of the village and toward our hut. It was truly Branwyn’s hut and so it just seemed to be the place where we should take her. After one priestess collapsed into tears at the mere sight of us, I focused my attention on Branwyn’s dangling legs. Staring at her bare foot, I avoided the gazes of anyone watching us.
Entering our hut, Brennan carried Branwyn straight to our bed. He laid her down gently and I arranged her dress.
“Thank you,” I murmured to him. He stood to the side and I found Branwyn’s comb. As gently as I could, I ran it through her long, red locks. Her skin was even paler in death and she seemed as white as snow.
The door to the hut opened and without even looking, I knew who it was. The air itself changed as the old witch entered.
“We won another challenge,” I told Circes.
“I know, child,” she answered. Crossing the room to stand at my side, she laid dried herbs around Branwyn, forming a protective circle. I was silently appreciative. Branwyn would have liked that. The druids felt that circles were sacred.
“You knew, didn’t you?” I asked, not looking at her face. “You knew that I would kill her.”
“Yes.”
There was no apology, no explanation. I glanced at her and found her cloudy eyes fixed on me, waiting for my reaction. I decided not to give her one and instead returned my attention to readying Branwyn for burial. Circes handed me a bowl of water and I sponged off Branwyn’s arms and face.
“She didn’t deserve this,” I said, to no one in particular.
“No, she didn’t,” Brennan agreed.
Circes said nothing… because there wasn’t anything else to say.
“I told you that you must be on your guard,” Circes creaked a few moments later as she held Branwyn’s arm up for me to wash beneath it. “I warned you, Empusa. As you can see now, I was right. Never let your guard down.”
“Lesson learned,” I said calmly. “Do you know what the next challenge will be?”
Circes shook her ancient head. “No. I know not whether it will be announced or if it will be unexpected again.”
“I’m not that fond of surprises,” I said off-handedly. Not that it mattered. I knew that Zeus was going to do whatever he felt like doing. My opinion certainly wouldn’t be considered.
Chapter Eleven
Branwyn burned on a pyre that lit up the night.
My half-sister lay in the middle of a sacred circle in the center of the stone altar. The priestesses murmured prayers and chants to my mother as they offered Branwyn’s soul to the gods. What they didn’t know was that Branwyn’s soul had already been taken…by me.
We had spent the day solemnly, in silent reverence, as each priestess had come to pay their respects to Branwyn. Each one offered her something, a trinket, a ring, a smattering of herbs. Each one had cried, each one had hugged her, each one had grieved. I had sat stoically, trying not to reveal my own sadness and despair at what I had done. But with each minute that had passed, my guilt grew.
“Are you alright?” Brennan whispered as he grasped my hand. I knew he could feel my pain, my grief. His fingers were warm and strong. For a moment, they reached the icy depths of my heart, but then fell away. I didn’t want to be reached.
“I’m fine,” I answered, keeping my eyes on the altar. I wasn’t fine. But there wasn’t anything Brennan could do to fix it.
As what was left of Branwyn continued to burn, I watched the dark tendrils of smoke curl towards the heavens. Idly, I wondered where her soul was now. If nothing else, her death just spurred me even more to win this game. Once my curse was reversed, Zeus would release all of the souls that I had ever consumed…from wherever they were being held.
The breeze was cold and it carried with it the scent of burning flesh. Both things combined made me shiver. Brennan wrapped his arm around my shoulders and drew me to his side. I tried to absorb his warmth, to draw strength from his, to ignore the reality that was in front of us lying on the stone.
A pale priestess that was kneeling next to the altar uncurled from her crouch to face me.
“Princess, Branwyn left a bundle for you. She instructed me to give it to you after she was gone.”
The woman’s face was calm and impassive, as though she didn’t know that I was the reason that Branwyn was dead. They all acted that way, calm and quiet, and completely oblivious to t
he fact that I had killed their leader. But they knew. I knew that they did. It was in their eyes.
“What is it?” I asked. “What did she leave?” I asked. I was tired, cold and emotionally drained. But this definitely piqued my curiosity.
The woman shrugged. “I do not know. I was instructed not to open it. It is only for you. I also need to reassure you that even though Branwyn is gone, you still have the complete cooperation and hospitality of this entire group. We are at your disposal, princess.”
“Thank you,” I murmured. I didn’t deserve it and their loyalty choked me up. It wasn’t for me, though. It was for my mother. And once again, I was thankful to have her. I’d been blessed in the maternal department. She more than made up for the fact that my father was a psychopath.
One by one, the women filed past Branwyn and within the hour, everyone had finished paying their respects and saying goodbye. Her pyre would burn into the night and throughout the day tomorrow, but weren’t going to stay and watch it tonight. I was so physically tired that I felt I might collapse.
The priestesses made their way back into the village while Brennan and I trailed behind them. The moon hung heavy and full in the sky and I lifted my face to it, soaking in its energy. Being a creature of the moon, its rays provided me with strength and I needed all of that I could get these days.
As the women broke apart to return to their individual huts, the one who had spoken to me about Branwyn’s package turned back to me.
“Come with me,” she instructed quietly. I glanced at Brennan and then followed her into the trees where the darkness enveloped us like a cloak. The temperature had dropped so much by this point that I could see my breath in the air. I cupped my hands over my mouth and blew on them as we walked further into the forest on the other side of the village.
“Where are we going?” I called to her. “And I’m sorry. I didn’t catch your name.”
“It’s Keelin,” she answered over her shoulder. “Just follow me. And don’t shout. It attracts the spirits. Samhain is drawing near. The spirits will be gathering.”
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