Chapter 4: Perish the Thought
I asked them, but still I do not believe it.
Immediately, all the brood would ask me is which sister is the one that told me! I tried to explain myself; to tell them that it was revealed to me in a dream, which they simply laughed me off.
I truly cannot find fault in their reactions. My reaction may have been much of the same, had it not truly happened.
Another world? Angels? It would be nonsense!
No matter who I turned to, every single sister waved off my genuine appeals as some defiant effort to cover for the offending harpy who let slip this terrible truth.
My recollection of specific details were too precise, too accurate to be imagined. They had never heard of such a thing ever happening to one of our kind!
I begged, and pleaded, but their stanch refusal was only matched with a greater desperation to surmise why I was so adamant in this lie.
They called me a liar! Me!
Why I would not reveal the name of the true offender of our one great precept—it confounded my elders.
No one would believe me.
Not one harpy would even consider that I was without blame.
They sent me to the caves under the south face of the mountain for my misbehavior, with a warning that more would follow were I to continue this refusal.
I cannot stand it!
I would have thought at least one denizen could appreciate my entire life of righteousness and grant me mercy.
I have to believe that my nest mates would appeal for my release if they knew. Surely, they would at least try to understand!
Too bad I would never dare to expose the knowledge I had achieved, or genuine reproach would befall me; I was warned that worse was still to come if I were to ever reveal the truth to those untainted by guilt.
The purpose of exile was in fact to protect the youth and our innocence from the true purpose of the goddess and the creation of our race, and I understand why.
It makes me sick to know that our cause was not a pure exultation of glory, but as a harbinger of death.
All my life, the men sailing upon the waters were to be drawn in by the beautiful sounds into the house of Hades. My fervent ovation and all my potent operatics were nothing more than a sweet-smelling flytrap for the newly deceased.
They were already dead! Every one of them.
Not a single living soul was cheered, and would never be for as long as I lived in Elektra's glory.
I feel so unknowably ashamed. It is as if my whole life is been one cosmic joke.
I feel like I owe that strange man in my mindscape an apology. What else have I been lied to about?
Damn it all! I just wanted to make a new friend, in the one figment of life where I felt it lacking!
Now, I must feel the torture of solitude in the waking world as well?! I don't understand!
Why has she let this happen?! I would do anything to leave this torturous departure from my brood!
It is not right to be separated!
My core trembles within me, and it almost seems as though I may be slowly dying; even now. I just have to remind myself that my sisters are only hundreds of feet away.
I can still hear them; singing their songs, upon the distant winds. I feel such sorrow that I cannot join them now.
I wish I could go from this cave. I wish I could disobey; a thing I have never desired for as long as I can remember, BUT I DO NOT DESERVE THIS REBUKE!
I do not deserve this punishment!
I am a loyal servant of Elektra, as I always have been!
My cries go unanswered in this desolate place.
No one can hear me, no one believes me, or no one cares. Even rest eludes me.
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