To Dream Again
Amoura sat in her chair, drinking the tea her brother Loki had created. It was such a nice herbal flavour, she really must thank him. The galaxy over head was different shades of blue without the dancing sparkles, almost as if it were night. She took another sip of her tea, it was a nostalgic flavour, bringing her back to the days when she roamed Greece in the human world. Fun days, men and women alike followed her like dogs to try and earn her love, but she would just redirect them to others. What was it they so lovingly called her again? Aphrodite?
The peace could only last so long though, Amoura sensed another presence, but not of her siblings, no. This felt like the Sin of Wrath. Interesting.
Amoura sat up from her marble chair and walked to one of the stairs that joined her marble column to another. This column was her library, it possessed books on history of the Human, Angle, and Demon worlds and even that of the solitary Elf world the Sins were sent to, it even had some fantastically written romance novels written by the Humans, and even one by her sister Nyx she swore to destroy... She hadn’t.
She took the stairs opposite the ones she climbed up to the library, down into her sister Kalua’s garden. It was a beautiful garden, the dirt and grass were laid upon the black marble column, multi-coloured flowers were laid carefully all around the edge of the column, a stream of water flowed through the centre with a small wooden bridge and off an edge to Loki’s tea garden. The Sin of Wrath lay on the grass next to a rather large cherry blossom tree Kalua took from her time on Earth, it was still as beautiful as it was when she first brought it back all those hundreds of years ago.
As she walked closer to her chosen Sin, Amoura could hear a light humming coming from her sister on the bench next to the tree.
“Deep sleeper, isn’t he?” Kalua asked in her playful tone.
Kalua was just as beautiful as Amoura, but where Amoura seemed fragile, Kalua looked unbreakable and confident, despite her small stature. Her hair was as dark as the void, her eyes leading to a field of bright green grass, and she had an ever constant light tan.
Amoura smiled, “Seems so, Sister.”
“What’s your Wraths name?” She asked, curiosity never leaving her eyes.
Amoura couldn’t help but chuckle, her little sister was just so adorable.
“Carrion. Rather unique name, wouldn’t you say?” Amoura answered.
Kalua laughed. “Indeed. What's he like? What’s his magic? Do you think he even knows he’s here?”
“My, my, one question at a time, Kalua.”
Kalua grinned at this, and waited for the answers.
Amoura sat next to her little sister. “Where do I start? Well he is certainly a troubled young man, lost his mother because of his birth, and his father made sure he felt pain for it. Beat him till he got tired of it and moved on, but Carrion here got tired of it too. One day when a beating almost went to his older sister, Carrion strangled him with his own belt, then beat his dead body till the neighbours went to see what the noise was.” Amoura paused for a second before continuing. “I’d say it was that moment that made him a candidate for the Sin of Wrath.”
Amoura looked to Kalua, her curiosity now steeped with sadness as she looked to the sleeping Sin. “That’s not what I asked, you know.”
Amoura tilted her head a bit. “I thought it answered what he is like.”
Kalua looked to her sister. “Not a fun thing to be a candidate, is it, Amoura?”
“I don’t think so, Kalua. But things like this are not all bad,” She smiled at her sister. “What is that saying about the clouds? They have a silver lining?”
Kalua laughed and nodded.
As they continued their conversation, Amoura telling her of Wrath, and Kalua telling of her Sin of Pride, Carrion’s body began to vanish from where it was.
Kalua sighed. “Shame,” she said, “I really wanted to learn more about him.”
Amoura patted her sister's head. “There’s always next time, little fox.”