Dreaming of You

This land was perfection, if perfection was possible. Here he could be anything, dream anything. Regardless, he was plagued by by the guilt of who he had left behind. His children. His pack. Eris. Seraphim had lost so much and hurt so many in a battle he wasn't sure had been worth the risk. There would have been opportunities to reconcile with his children in the future...



Who was he kidding? The brute was nearly eight years old, on the last legs of his life. He could not have had more children, he could not have lived long enough to even see his grow. It was better to go out attempting to prove his love to them than to die without warning or of a long waiting illness. It was more honorable this way. He felt that his parents would be proud of his choice, and that all of his children would eventually find meaning and love within it. Unless the last thing he had seen had resulted in the fulfillment of his greatest wish. If Ares had succeeded in killing his mother, Artemis and Codeine would surely turn on him. Had he left all of his children in a state of pure turmoil?



These thoughts plagued him constantly, but the atmosphere of this world left him in a state of perpetual content anyway. He walked now across the lush grasses, headed nowhere in particular and expecting nothing. He was happy just to walk, to enjoy the light breeze and the gentle feel of the sun on his back. Perhaps this was where he was meant to be all along. Even the scents that reached his nostrils were comforting and familiar - one was so strong, he could swear for a moment he was alive. He stopped suddenly, realizing something had changed as he attempted to figure out where the scent was coming from and why it soother him so. As he scanned the area, his eyes finally rested on the figure and his heart leapt in his chest.



"Eris," he mumbled as he neared her, his expression falling into one of apology. "I'm sorry."