bringing me back to the real world. Fall is nearly here and so is Eros ’ one year deadline. The wind continues to drag the leaves from their branches, turning the driveway into a carpet of gold flecked with deep ambers and rusty oranges. I stare up at the only home I’ve ever known. The house isn’t vast and appears the same as all the other white wooden boarded houses on this street.
This part of town is all pretty similar in appearance. There are loads of groups of houses like this one dotted near the coast, all of them are slowly being suffocated by a salty air that gets thicker everywhere morning.
I can’t put telling Allana off any longer. If I'm using the weather for a distraction, I'm truly out of options.
Trudging through the thickening blanket of leaves to the front door I try to keep my hands on my bag and coat as I take a battering from the sporadic gusts. How has the weather turned so quickly? I can ’t believe I was bathing in the sun only hours ago. But then nothing has been the same since I saw him.
“ Hello”
There ’s no response from anywhere in the house. Dropping my bag, I go to the fridge to grab my elixir, the only thing I eat or drink while I'm here. Back in Olympus I can enjoy normal stuff, but if I taste food here the texture is like cardboard. The elixir is more than enough to keep us sustained anyway. The gorgeous golden liquid tastes like a honey smoothie which should be as calorific as double chocolate fudge cake topped with fudge sauce and served with a bucket of ice cream!
I perch myself at the breakfast bar. If I go upstairs to my room to wait for Allana to come home; there ’s a chance I’ll never come down and confess to what I’ve done. I stare out of the window onto the back yard. The stretch of lawn grows into the few trees at the back.
They quickly morph into characters from my day and become the stage for my latest encounter with Josh. I ’m forced into a front row seat for a play I never bought tickets for. Seeing the performance a second time round; I figure the most likely explanation is that he’s angry about blowing his cover because I found him out so quickly. But if I'm not that lucky; then he doesn’t know Amora or what I am and isn’t one of us.
The ‘what ifs’ are starting to weigh me down; I drop my head to the table totally confused. If the latter is true, then the only person who has ever tried to make any sort of relationship with me now thinks I'm a nutcase. But if the former is true, I’m the centre of some cruel joke I don’t know the punch line to; and there’s a new God to figure out, who has coincidentally emerged as Eros's one year deadline gets closer.
My second explanation has to be right, he isn ’t a God. Surely if, he were, Allana would’ve told me about him, especially if he was going to appear at the same school I'm working in. Allana would have had to have shown him the ropes as she did with Amora and me, unless I was right and he was made before even Allana was.
There would be no sense in having a male Erosian created. Allana, Amora and I were only created to try to stop Eros from causing devastation in the mortal world.
I'm told Zeus honestly did try every way he could think of to stop Eros from behaving so wildly, but Eros was hurt he’d messed up his relationship with his true love and so he really went with the notion; ‘If I can’t experience love, no one can’.
The mortal divorce rate went through the roof in those years! More dangerous than the world becoming a loveless hell were the crimes of passion that were committed. A lot of blood was shed.
Allana told me Zeus ignored Eros ’s rampage to begin with. He hoped Eros only had to work the anger out of his system, but after the first drop of human blood he had to do something. The mortals are Zeus’ and he wasn’t going to stand back and watch them rip each other apart.
He couldn ’t kill Eros or send him away because Zeus’