War Of Hearts
Selene: The Moon Goddess
Shelique Lize

Chapter 1
Endymion
It’s a bittersweet return home. I hear them chanting my
name— over and over. It echoes in the distant as my horse
rides further and further into the kingdom of Elis. Beside
me rides Damon, my friend. The only man I would trust
with my life.
From the corner of my eye, I see that Damon looks on me
with a bereaved expression but he doesn’t say a thing. He
worries about me and he has all the right.
I knew one day that I would wear my father’s crown, but I
hadn’t thought the day would be today. I thought I had
more time. I thought my father, the king of Elis would have
more time but I was mistaken. It wasn’t until I reached my
kingdom, that the reality of the situation became a heavy
burden. Doubts like never before came crashing down in
the thousands.
The people of Elis cheer on myself and men because they
are happy that we won another fight. That is what I do— I
conquer. I love being a general and fighting wars. I was a
prince and I earned the respect of my men. From the
moment I could hold a sword, I knew my calling. I wanted
to fight and my father accepted that. My skills had not gone
unnoticed and as time passed I felt more of a warrior than
a prince of Elis.
Taking a deep breath, I ignore the uneasiness and keep
my head forward. Upfront the guards manage to clear a
path for myself and soldiers. Whether I want the crown or
not, my people need me and I can’t let them down. I was not the only one who lost someone. My entire kingdom has
suffered a loss of a great king and I need to show Elis
strength. They need to understand that despite this, we will
rise and become even greater.
I hear when Damon calls my name and stopping I climb off
the horse. He says to me, “Endymion, allow me to speak to
the people. You have enough to worry about,”
Heeding his words, I know that he means well but I still
shake my head. “Why should this time be any different?” I
ask while passing Damon and stepping up the stone stairs.
Since I’ve been general, for every triumphant win I have
been the one who speaks to the people of Elis.
Standing on the podium, my presence commands their
attention. All their curious gazes are on me, wanting to
hear the truth straight from my mouth. Elis would have
heard from word of mouth weeks ago that we won, but that
wasn’t the truth they wanted to confirm. That truth was
evident as my men return home exhausted and worn, and
despite their strife of over five years of war, they are
smiling and embracing loved ones. The evident truth is
also within the carriages of riches that we have taken from
our enemies. No, my people do not want the easy truth.
Elis heard rumors about their king and that is the hard truth
they seek. The truth is simple, four words that clutches my
tongue.
Dead.
On a deep inhale, I do not waste another moment to
confirm the rumors. “Our King is dead!” I yell for the busy crowd to hear and
everyone quiets. When I have their undivided attention, I
continue on with my speech.

Chapter 2
Three Months Later
The woman’s blissful scream fills the room as I thrust my
cock inside of her hot, throbbing pussy. I have a nice view
of her back and ass, and I pull on her wild hair while
penetrating deep and hard. She moans my name,
whimpering and making incoherent sounds and Bleep yes—
I love it!
“Say my name!” I demand on a rasping breath and she
complies.
Fucking yes!
Releasing the servants’ hair, I slap her ass and grabbing
onto her hips I thrust deep into her wet cunt. Picking up the
pace, I glance down and admire the view of my hardness
gliding in and out of her heat. My balls slap against her sex
as I thrust inside her, feeling her pussy clenching trying to
push me out. The flush of her orgasm has the servant
screaming for the entire castle to hear and I’m reveling in
her juices.
I ride out her orgasm and it’s not long before my own
orgasm is on the pinnacle, and I don’t hold back.
***
Lying on my bedroom floor, the servant and I have our
limbs intertwined. We are both laying on our backs, too
lazy and tired, to get up and find our clothes. Too
exhausted to walk across my chambers and lay on the bed. The thought alone seems complicated and I don’t
want to partake in such an action.
A knock on the door has my lackadaisical thoughts stirring.
“Who is it?” I ask and without answering, I hear the door
open and the servant makes no effort to cover herself. She
has no need to hide because everyone within the castle
knows that I like to sleep with the servants.
Heavy footsteps walk toward our naked bodies and there
is only one man brave enough to enter my chambers
without permission.
Damon kicks my barefoot, “I need to talk to you.”
“Right now?” I ask mid-yawn and I don’t sit up with his
urgent tone. I’m staring at the ceiling.
I can hear the frustration on his tone, “Preferably.”
“Then talk,” I reply.
“Alone,” Damon snaps and I don’t have to look at my
friend, to know that he is glaring at the young woman. She
scurries from my side and I shift my gaze to catch a
glimpse of her bare ass. The servant slips on her
undergarment and leaves the room.
When the room door shuts behind her, I sit up. “What is so
important, that you could not have waited?”
Damon shifts his attention down to me and quickly diverts
his eyes. “I cannot have a conversation with you
unclothed.”
Perfect, now leave me alone. Should be my response
because whatever he’s going to tell me, I don’t care to hear. I want more wine and pussy.
“If I refuse will you leave?”
He shakes his head, brown eyes narrowing. “I cannot
leave. The situation needs your attention,”
What doesn’t need my attention?
Standing up naked, I murmur. “What is it?”
Damon keeps his eyes distracted, “Endymion you cannot
keep ignoring her.”
“Who?” I ask knowing exactly who Damon is talking about
but I had hoped I could put off Princess Arianna a while
longer.
Across the room, I see my himation. It’s a shawl that you
drape over your shoulder. Designs vary from different
colors, sizes, and textures. Walking across the room, I pick
it up and wrap it around my waist.
Damon accuses, “You know very well of who I’m speaking
about.”
“Unfortunately…” I sigh and passing Damon, I spot a bottle
of wine near the decorative columns. Those pillars lead out
to my private courtyard.
Picking up the bottle from off the ground, I extend out an
arm. “Want some?” I ask Damon and he drops his gaze
down to my face. He’s reluctant to see my naked lower half
and I don’t blame him.
“It’s safe,” I say.
Damon asks, “Is this all you want to do now?
“Living in intoxication and indulging in sex, yes.” I pull out
the cork and guzzle back the remaining alcohol.
“Endymion you cannot continue to ignore your
responsibilities,” Damon warns. Heeding his words, I finish
the remaining wine and I toss the bottle at my friend with a
grin. He catches it at the last moment and Damon frowns.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,”
Turning away from him, I look out on my private courtyard.
I lean against one of the many columns and cross my arms
over my chest. “I will make sure that I win.”
“This is not a game in which you can manipulate the
players. Arianna’s father allowed you to use their soldier’s,
with the agreement of an engagement. The princess has
been generous to give you more than enough time to deal
with your father’s death. She did not make a fuss when
you held a small coronation, but now…” From behind,
something nudges me on the shoulder. I shift my eyes to
see a letter and I take it from Damon.
The letter states that the princess should be reaching Elis
tomorrow. I breathe out a curse and I crumple the paper.
She is coming down so we can proceed with the pre￾wedding ceremony. I hadn’t sent for Arianna and nor do I
want this union.
The princess was making a bold move to travel here
without an invitation. But a move that must be admired
nonetheless. This shows that my bride to be isn’t a
pushover, but still an unwanted presence.
The arrangement that our father’s agreed upon happened
three years ago. It was during the warfare when my father
decided to remove me from battle. I was taken to Arianna’s kingdom and he did not tell me what he was planning until
everything was set in stone. If I had known, I wouldn’t have
agreed and my father knew that, which is why he didn’t tell
me until it was too late. A few days later, I was able to
return to the battlefield and we won the war within two
years.
I had the confidence that my men and I could have
defeated our enemies, without help. My father worried and
doubted the size of our army. In the end, he doubted me.
Clenching the crumpled letter in my fists, I turn back
around to face Damon. “I suppose we should have the
servants make this castle look presentable then?”
Damon asks, “That’s all you are going to say?”
I shrug my shoulders, “What more would you like me to
say?”
He narrows his eyes, studying me. “You want me to
believe that you are now okay with this marriage?”
“I am not okay with the union, but my father wanted it and
my people deserve a queen. They deserve an heir. Elis
needs confirmation that we will continue to be a great
nation.”
My friend continues to watch me. “What changed your
mind?”
“You ask me the question as if I ever had the option to
change my mind. I was only avoiding the inevitable,”
“The inevitable comes with perks, “I can get sex from any other servant,” I tell him knowing
that those are not the perks he is speaking of.
Damon shakes his head, “No other kingdom will dare strike
against you. Not with Arianna’s father having your back,”
With a scoff, I step back inside and begin looking for my
chiton, feeling embittered.
This whole situation annoys me because my father kept
his sickness from me. I hadn’t known he was ill until it was
too late and by that time he had already set his plans in
motion. He knew he was sick and wanted to make sure
that myself and Elis were secure. I’m upset but I don’t want
to be because that was who my father was. He took care
of everyone he cared about, whether it was with your
consent or without.
Spotting my chiton on the ground, I untie the himation and
slip on the garment. Before Damon has a chance to speak,
I thank him for delivering the letter and dismiss him. He
leaves without question but I know this conversation is far
from over.
I summon one of my servants and demand that he brings
me wine. Sauntering back into my courtyard, I stand in the
middle of the private space. I gaze up into the night sky,
filled with stars and a radiant full moon. Taking a deep
breath, I know what I must do for my kingdom. My father
always did what was best for everyone, and I must do the
same. I always knew what to do as a General, but as a
king, I don’t have a clue. I know my reign has just began
but I feel like this is not where I belong.
Nevertheless, I will rule to the best of my abilities because
it’s my rightful place. My father fought to make Elis powerful. I will not allow my kingdom to slip through my
fingers but I cannot help feeling like there’s more to my life.
“King Endymion,” the male servant says from behind me
and I swivel on my heel. He goes to pour the wine into a
glass and I tell him I want the entire bottle. Obeying my
request, he hands me the bottle and I dismiss him.
Looking into the sky, I bring the bottle to my lips and
swallow back the wine.

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Chapter 6

The following night my brother and I are racing through the Olympian skies. Everything is moving at a fast pace and the skies are sweeping by me in a blur. My sight is invaded with images and streaks. Massive structures, of white and golden blurs. I am unable to make out a single shape because of the speed of my horses.
My chariot curves around the Mytikas flushed with green trees and a beautiful waterfall that cascades down the side of the mountain. Colors and aromas interlace together, as I don’t slow down my chariot. I make a call my two horses understand and whip the reins. They drive forward at full speed, dashing through the sky. At a distance, I see the shimmering Olympian gates.
I take a chance to look behind me and see my brother catching up to me at an astonishing speed.
Helios yells out, “You will not defeat me!”
With a smile, I focus ahead and without halt allow my horses to rush through the gates, bursting them wide open. I let the mares take a steep dive, straight toward the earth. Animosity raises my neck hair with anxiousness. I balance my feet with a horrible sinking feeling inside of my stomach and my nerves boost the adrenal glands into full throttle.
Excitement consumes my body.
I hear Helios yelling my name. He hates it when I take such dramatic dives; it gives him a fright, which is why I love to do it.Down below, I see the luscious lands fast approaching. A
quick pull of the reins and I’m lifted back into the air. My
carriage is soaring, flying in the sky and Helios passes me
—I whip the reins to speed up.
***
Helios had won the first round and truthfully I was
distracted. Or maybe I let him win on purpose.
While Helios and I were getting our horses ready I found a
sack on the ground of my chariot. Opening it, I found a
green ring and a letter with Pan’s handwriting. It states that
the ring is his gift for me and it will allow me to go to earth
unnoticed. Pan must have gotten the ring knowing that we
were going to get caught eventually.
Either way, I kept on getting distracted because the ring
was green. I could not stop thinking about the human’s
eyes. How captivating and vibrant they had seemed.
Glancing back down on my hand, I think about Pan’s letter.
Was it true and I could walk the earth without Zeus or
Gaea finding out?
I want to test it, are my curious thoughts and I know that’s
a big risk but I can’t fight off the urge.
Maybe I can see the human again?
What if it doesn’t work?
It has too, I tell myself. After all, why would Pan give me
something that doesn’t work? Simple answer, he wouldn’t.The downside, if it doesn’t work then the Erinyes would
come after me. If I made it back to Olympus before the
Erinyes got a hold of me, I would have to deal with the
Horai. Either option is not good. Both options will get me in
trouble, and I would like to avoid that at all cost.
Every move he makes is for his own pleasantries. Is what
Zeus has warned me but how true could that be when Pan
showed me the mortal realm when I asked? He took a
chance on me, despite knowing that Zeus and Gaea were
against me leaving Mount Olympus.
How selfish could one be when they are risking the wrath
of Zeus?
Zeus and Gaea are the selfish ones. They are the ones
keeping me and my siblings confined, afraid of the
unknown.
Why can we not experience the mortal realm and still keep
the balance?
I don’t understand why it has to be one way or another.
On a heavy exhale, I glide through the sky no longer
seeing Helios’s chariot. At the corner of my eye, I see the
ring glistening and I pull on the reins. The chariot turns with
the swift gesture and in the back of my mind, I am trying to
talk myself out of my next plan of action.
I know that I am wrong for continuing to plow through the
sky with one intent, but I can’t see myself going anywhere
else. I look down on the ring once again and I remember
the human had wanted to see me again.
Hovering in the sky, I see the vast ocean with the
moonlight shining on the surface. I see the mortal standingon the shore, while his horse is off to the side. I watch him
swinging his hand and see something skid across the
water.
What is he doing?
I watch him do it again, and I realize that he is skipping
rocks along the surface of the water. When he does it
again, I lift my hand and a heavy wave comes up and
throws off the balance of the rock. He tries again and I
have the water return back his rock. He does it again and
this time I have the water part, so his rock falls straight to
the sandy ground.
Endymion turns with that last one and arches his head
back, to look up at my chariot in the sky.
He has a frown furrowing his brows but it doesn’t stay
there for very long because he smiles and I smile back. I
lower the chariot taking a chance on the ring, and when my
horses land on the ground, I’m holding my breath.
Endymion comes over to the back of the carrier and
extends out a hand, “I was thinking about you.” I take his
hand and it’s warm.
“Why?” I ask although I was also thinking of him.
Why was I thinking of him? The ring is one reason but is
that enough? Shouldn’t there be more of a reason?
I step off my chariot and Endymion releases my hand but
not before his thumb gently rubs the back of my hand. The
small space where he had caressed me is hot and tingling.
Holding my gaze he says, “I thought maybe you could see
me up in the heavens and join me on this wonderful night.”I could have seen Endymion if I looked on Gaea’s mirror.
That is how she shows my siblings and I, the visions of the
earth. I don’t tell him that.
Instead, I ask, “What were you doing?”
Endymion raises his eyes, “Skipping rocks on the water.”
“Why?”
“It helps me to think. Have you tried it?”
I shake my head, and he gives me a small smile. “Come,
I’ll show you.”
Walking back to the shore, the lazy tide wets my feet.
Endymion looks for the perfect rock and when he finds it,
he positions himself and flicks his wrist. The rock skips
across the ocean surface. When I try it, it sinks. I try
another few times and I get the same results. Becoming
fed up, I use my other hand to manipulate the water to
guide the rock on the surface. Endymion catches on and
lets me know that he is aware of what I am doing.
Giving up, I sit down in the sand and bring my knee’s up to
my chest. “Why do you like this?” I ask.
“The night is soothing, the water is relaxing and-” he
pauses skipping another rock. His last one goes pretty far.
Endymion doesn’t finish his sentence and so I ask
something else. “Why do you leave your home during the
nights,” Humans sleep during the night.
He continues finding rocks and skipping them across the
ocean. “My father died a few months ago and he taught
me how to skip rocks.” Endymion begins and I rememberthat when humans die they do not return back to life.
“When he died, his responsibilities became mine. He died
without truly doing anything for himself. Everything was for
the kingdom, or for me, or someone or something. Never
once had my father done anything selfishly. I do not want
that to be me because my father wasn’t truly happy.”
Zeus had said that Pan only had selfish motives, which is
bad. “To do something selfishly, isn’t wrong?”
“Yes, and no.” Endymion answers and holds onto a rock in
his hand.
“How can it be both?”
“To do something that makes you happy isn’t wrong, as
long as it is not at the expense of other’s.”
I pondered on his words for a while and I begin tracing the
pad of my thumb with my index finger. “And you do not
want to be like your father who was not selfish,”
Endymion nods his head before skipping the rock on
water, “I want to be happy.”
“But you want to be selfish?” I ask and continue the tracing
motion.
“Innocently so,”
“I don’t understand,” I tell him while the water reaches my
toes.
Endymion chuckles and striding toward me, he sits down
beside me. “Tell me why a goddess would want to leave
her home in the heavens?”
“I was curious,”“Curious about what?”
“About life outside of what I know, or-” What I thought I
knew.
I don’t say that, I can’t because the mortal wouldn’t
understand.
How could he?
Endymion nudges me with his arm, “You’re searching,”
“I am not,” What would I be looking for?
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of, you are like me.”
Like him? I look up at the human with a frown and his eyes
capture my eyes. “I am not like you,”
“I don’t mean that figuratively,” and he frowns. “But what is
wrong with me? Is it because I’m human?” Endymion
demands becoming enraged and I don’t understand the
sudden shift in his mood.
“That was not what I meant,” I say.
“Do you have a problem with humans? Do all gods have a
problem with humanity? Because there are a few temples
that I can dismantle.” His tone is frightening and I shift
away from him, confused on how we got here when he
gives me a huge grin.
The human was trying to be funny.
That was not funny.
“I can’t dismantle any temples,” Endymion lets me know
still smiling from ear to ear. “Honestly, that would be thefastest way for the people to lose faith in me. They love the
gods but I think it’s more of a one-way relationship.”
One way relationship? I let his words settle on my mind for
a while.
I know that Zeus and Gaea have kept my siblings and I
secluded because they are afraid we will get distracted.
They fear that we will neglect our responsibilities and both
Earth and Mount Olympian will be thrust into eternal
chaos.
How is that a one-way relationship?
Still frowning, Endymion’s smile fades. “I was only jesting,”
“Why do you say that?”
“Say what?”
“That it’s a one-way relationship,”
He watches me before answering, “Forgive me, I did not
mean to upset you.”
“You didn’t upset me,” I lie shuffling my behind further
away from Endymion.
“Says the pouting goddess,”
“I am not pouting,”
Another smile of his, “It’s adorable.”
I’ll show him adorable. I move one hand and command a
fraction of the ocean to rise up and I drop on top of
Endymion’s head.He groans wiping his face. “You’re upset,” he says with
eyes closed.
“The gods have you mortals in mind, more than you will
ever know.”
Clearing his face, he opens his eyes. “My apologies,”
“Some gods are purposely kept away, unable to
experience the freedom that you take advantage of
because physical pleasures are a distraction.”
“Again, my apologies.”
“Some gods will unknowingly live an eternity without
knowing what they are protecting.” I’m thinking about Eos
and Helios. My siblings who haven’t become enraptured
with earth. They don’t desire it, like me.
Why only me?
Once again I begin tracing the pad of my thumb with my
index finger.
“That sounds like a lonely existence,” the human says to
me and my first thought is that he’s right.
Instead, I say, “It’s not lonely because I-” I have two
siblings who share the same fate as me. I don’t say that,
although it almost slipped out.
Endymion was right. It is lonely, to be the only one out of
Eos and Helios to be fascinated with the mortal realm. I
feel like the odd one out, when before it was like my
siblings and I were the same. In one sense we still are, but
in another, I can feel the difference.
I’m drifting.I squeal when I feel something touching me on the bottom
of my foot, and I realize that it’s Endymion’s finger. “You
get lost in your thoughts a lot,”
I pull my feet closer toward me, “The gods care about the
mortals.” I tell him again.
“I believe you,”
He reaches over and drags just one finger along the
bottom of my foot and I giggle. “The goddess is ticklish,”
I try to retreat back but he grabs onto my ankle. Endymion
begins tickling me relentlessly and a surge of unwanted
happiness takes over. A burst of laughter erupts and I kick
trying to set my foot free but he won’t let go. The water
reaches us, splashing Endymion and me, as I wiggle and
scream for him to stop.
Eventually, he stops with his hands settling on my thighs
and my dress is hiked up to my waist. I’m breathing
heavily, while short breaths of laughter escape me and his
touch is warm.
Endymion is watching me, like how Pan stares with eyes
drenched with desire. Pan’s eyes reflect dark hunger, but
the mortal’s gaze doesn’t glisten with darkness. Endymion
is looking at me like he needs me, like how he needs to
breathe and eat.
A flush of shivers sweep across my flesh and gathers
down to my center. I feel Endymion’s hand leaving my
thigh, and he withdraws back. Whatever just happened
between us, disappeared and he stands up. He extends a
hand out to me and I take it, wondering if I imagined what I
saw in his eyes.Endymion pulls me up, right into him and not wasting a
moment he swoops down and claims my mouth.
His tongue sweeps across my lower lip and I moan softly,
opening for him. His tongue finds mine and we kiss for a
while lost in each other while his arms wrap firmly around
my body.
Too soon Endymion pulls away, but he doesn’t go far. His
lips are a breath away from my own, “I need to return.”
“Right now,” I ask and lean back into his lips.
Endymion kisses me back, “The sun is rising and I will be
missed.” Pulling back I see far in the distance, that the sky
is changing colors. Meaning that the sun should be rising
soon. “Tomorrow,” he says.
“Tomorrow, can we go somewhere more secluded?” I ask
as an extra precaution. I have the ring but maybe not being
out in the open would help ease my mind.
Endymion takes my hand and pulls me away from the
shore. Now walking in a field of grass, he stops and points
to a tall colossal hill. “That mountain is Mount Latmus, and
it has an abandoned temple inside. Meet me there,”
With a nod, Endymion gives me one last kiss and when he
tries to leave I grab onto him and kiss him again. I love the
feel of his lips and the taste of his salvia.
“You’re a greedy little goddess,” he teases prying my
hands from around his neck.
“Tomorrow,” I confirm and release my hold.Endymion walks back to the shore, where his horse had settled down resting. Rising his animal, he climbs on its back and takes off into the night.
I watch him until I can no longer see Endymion and then I head back to the shore. Climbing into my carriage, I take off into the sky and return home.

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Chapter 7
Days later
Appearing on earth, my bare feet graces the luscious, soft
grass, tickling my heels. Cool air fills my lungs and my
sight meets a vast ocean in the distance with a full moon
up in the sky. The moonlight glistens on the surface of the
water.
Mount Latmus comes into sight and walking toward it, I
enter its gaping entrance. I pace through the dank,
impenetrable blackness and narrow path until I see an
orange glow. I step into the passage and into a bubble of
warmth. Lit candles burn, scattered around the entire area.
The candles are well used and had melted from our
previous visits. Old wax withers against the sides, melting
on top of new curves and garnishing the rugged rocks
beneath them.
The candles line the inner, circular wall and set my flesh
ablaze with the sudden leap from cool to tepid. My eyes
settle on a man, who stops mid-action from spreading a fur
blanket on the cold, ridged ground of the cavern. When he
notices my presence, he raises his eyes and locks his
gaze with my own.
I smile and Endymion smiles back.
Stepping further into the room, I glance around.
“Endymion, you’re here early.”
“No, you are here early,” he muses, now smoothing out the
fur blanket, which is covering most of this spacious area.
Straightening to his full height, he saunters toward me and grabs my waist. He pulls me into his clothed masculine
body.
I gasp with the sudden gesture and my heart begins
humming. I catch sight of his crooked smile before
Endymion’s hands reach up to grasp my face. He dips his
head to claim my mouth and sweeps his tongue along my
bottom lip. I open for him, entangling our tongues. I melt
into his aroma, tasting him and relishing in his flavor and
scent. Even down to his calloused hands holding the sides
of my face, I want his fingers to leave marks. I want him to
brand me, much like how Pan has somehow managed to
own my body.
Endymion’s lips are now on my neck, and his chaste
embrace takes me away from my thoughts and into the
here and now. His kisses are light but torturous.
When he withdraws there’s an empty coldness that claims
my raw flesh. I reach for him, wanting to draw him back, to
fill the void but he doesn’t budge. With his lips inches away
from my own, I can taste his deep-throated chuckle.
He delicately brushes his lips against my own, teasing. I
snag his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down lightly
and then release him in another heartbeat.
Endymion rubs his nose against my own. “You are always
so greedy.” He knows that I want him but he doesn’t give
in.
I pout, “It isn’t fair that you deny me.”
“It isn’t fair that we have sex here,” he answers, still
standing in front of me.

With his knees slightly bent, his pelvis is pressed above
my own. I can feel his desire for me and my sex thrusts
forward, eagerness pampering my delicate folds.
Endymion’s hands are on my waist, which isn’t helping the
silent cry of my sex. He’s right, I am greedy—but recently,
only for him. I’m nervous nonetheless, but Endymion
makes me feel safe. Pan couldn’t manage to make me feel
that way.
Why does Endymion make it sound like a bad thing?
Wanting him?
Enticing emerald eyes capture my gaze, and I stare into
his eyes
Why does he deny himself? Me?
Frowning, I attempt to pull away but his grip on my waist
tightens, holding me in place. He laughs. “You’re upset
because I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“That’s not why I’m upset,” I lie, trying to wiggle out from
his grasp.
His hands are ferrous and strong. “I have something for
you”—I pause, I love surprises—“but first you have to
close your eyes and no peeking.”
I ask, “What is it?” while I allow the grievance of his sexual
denial to slip from my mind.
Endymion leans into me and whispers, “Close your eyes.”
His aroma hits my nostrils again for the hundredth time, yet
it’s like the first time I inhaled him into my lungs. I hadn’t
smelled anything like him before we met. Now, it’s a smell I know I will never forget. A scent that breathes happiness to
my soul and relieves worries of all kinds.
On a sigh, I close my eyes and don’t stop the deep
inhales. I want to remember his scent, so when I’m back
home it’s the only thing that my lungs will know.
Endymion releases his hold, each finger ascending and
leaving me to feel bereft, like a part of me is missing. I
keep my eyes closed. He kisses me on the forehead
before his presence disappears. I hear him moving around
the cavern; he’s doing something. I hear more movement
and then his hands brush against my own—Endymion is
now guiding me forward. I follow without hesitation until my
bare feet touch the fur blanket he had spread on the
ground.
“Sit,” he says softly and I comply kneeling. “No peeking,”
and I rest my hands in my lap. “I want you to try something
for me.” His voice is deep and intimate; every word that
graces his lips is dominating and confident.
“What am I trying?”
“Do you remember you told me a few nights ago, that you
do not eat?”
“I can eat,” I correct quickly. That wasn’t a lie, I can eat and
taste but I do not go hungry.
Endymion says, “I stand corrected. Besides, your taste
buds are going to love me.”
“I do not crave food,” I remind him. Thus, what is the point?
He commands with gentle words, “Open your mouth." I comply, parting my lips. Within seconds, something firm is
passing through my lips. I take a small bite and taste the
sweet juices spouting into my mouth. The liquid dribbles
down my chin and before I can react, Endymion’s thumb is
swiping there.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” he muses, his voice thick with
avidity.
I smile. “You can indulge in other ways.”
No response, except for, “Open.” Endymion continues to
feed me varies fruits of all kinds of textures and
sweetness. A few selected fruits he would caress along my
lips, teasing me and no doubt himself. I take part
regardless, slipping out my tongue and stroking whatever
he was trying to feed me.
My taste buds don’t need attention, but so far this mortal is
refusing anything more than a few kisses. Now he’s
pampering me with flavors.
He chuckles and says, “I didn’t think it would be so difficult
to watch you eat fruit.” My eyes flutter to open but he says
quickly, “Keep them closed, and”—there’s a hesitant pause
—“lie down.”
I frown. “Endymion, I swear if you’re thinking about—”
He cuts me off with a deep kiss, and his tongue licks at my
bottom lip as if asking for permission. I allow him entrance
and his tongue slips in, eagerly searching for my own.
Once united, they go at each other in a violent manner and
as swift as it began, Endymion presses a hand to my
chest.

“Lie down,” Endymion’s voice is deep and domineering.
His words resonate a fury of feather-light tickles in my
stomach.
I fall back and adjust myself with my knees bent and feet
flat on the blanket. The hem of my chiton falls to my upper
thighs.
Endymion’s fingers caress the top of my feet and he warns
me to keep my eyes shut. My heart begins drumming
again, unsure of his next move and I feel his fingers rising
up my leg. His touch is light, barely brushing the pad of his
fingers against my flesh. But the residual tingles flush on
the surface of my legs. Goosebumps scatter across my
inner thighs and my sex pulses with eagerness. Instinct
has me drawing my thighs closer.
Biting down on my bottom lip, I can feel my senses
heightened as Endymion pauses on my knees. His stare—
one I cannot physically see but feel through the darkness
of my eyelids—is like a heavyweight smothering me with
his ravenous hunger.
Excitement kindles into a small ball, growing rapidly with
the single thought of Endymion finally giving in to his
desires. My body tenses while he lingers, not moving on
my knees. On an impatient exhale of my own, he expands
his fingers over my kneecaps. A shiver cascades down
and around my thighs, closer to my sex. Fervid tingles
fester at the lips of my greedy heat. My inner walls clench
on itself, throbbing around emptiness. Each desperate
clench a silent cry to be filled.
“Endymion, you’re cruel,” I whine with closed eyes.
“I’m the worst."

His raspy words fiercely lick at my skin, arousing an
insatiable need for more. More of his gentle, secure
touches that unravel me. More of his kisses, and more of
his intense stare that I cannot see but feel scorching my
flesh.
Endymion kisses my knee. “Open up for me,” his warm
breath tickles my sensitive skin and I spread my legs for
him. His fingers move toward my inner thighs. More. His
light touch is the worst as he brushes up against my folds.
More. My chest rises more quickly now, with my mouth
parting ever so slightly as if trying to draw more needed air
into my lungs.
More.
His kisses move from my knees.
More.
His facial hair brushes against my sensitive inner flesh and
scratches the surface of my rounded thighs. He loops his
arms under me, grabbing my buttocks, with the heel of my
feet hovering above his shoulders. Endymion pulls my
aching wet sex right toward his face.
More.
He takes a deep whiff and a whimper escapes my lips. An
aching cry of being so close, yet so far. I arch my hips
forward, a slight nudge, and amidst the darkness of my
eyelids, I hear his damn chuckle. It’s weakening and
frustrating. I grunt sitting up, about to open my mouth,
when he delivers a wicked lick. And as if struck by Zeus’
lightning bolt, I surge backward.

Endymion’s hungry licks ravish my sex. Over and over,
and my toes curl against his expansive shoulders.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he murmurs. “Why haven’t I
had you before?” He places his lips back on my sex.
A raucous scream explodes out of me.
You haven’t had me because you were a difficult mortal.
Waves of exhilarating bliss build me higher. Another
shrilling scream erupts into the temple, echoing.
What is this mortal doing to me?
More strokes of his tongue. My body tenses and I squeeze
my thighs around Endymion’s head.
More.
Rough hands grasp my bottom, holding me in place. His
tongue slips down from my sensitive nub and into my folds,
penetrating my wet core. He’s sending me right over the
edge.
More.
I rock imperceptibly against his tongue. Endymion
continues to penetrate me, teasing the outer and inner
areas of my sex. Sucking and kissing. Nibbling and
blowing softly on the delicate flesh.
More.
Heavy flat licks breathe fire through my veins, with sharp
intensified sensations building on the precipice. I buck
against his face and moan into the intense carnal
atmosphere. He’s relentless, increasing pressure and amping up the speed. My body tenses as if all the muscles
inside of me are trying to withdraw, to clam up and to hide
from his oral onslaught.
Endymion shows no mercy.
Within moments the floodgates burst open, expelling warm
liquids from my sex. Waves of blinding white bliss ravage
my body.

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Chapter 9
Outside, Endymion and I said our farewells with a kiss that
had my heart thundering against my rib cage. I could have
sworn it wanted to leap out of my body and pounce into
Endymion’s hands. It knows where it belongs.
I want to stay.
Let me stay.
Please stay, are the whispers of my heart. Its own intimate
song that seems to only get louder and more vocal the
more Endymion and I see each other.
Disheartened after our embrace, I turn away from him and
close my eyes. Focusing on my home, on a soft exhale I
open my eyes, expecting to see Mount Olympus. Instead, I
see the golden Olympian gates.
Why am I here?
“You deceived us,” I hear a voice behind me and I suck in
a nervous breath. It was the Horai, three daughters of
Zeus
Glancing down on my hand, I confirm that the ring is still
there. On a sigh, I turn to find the three sisters behind me.
The sisters of law and order. All three of them look alike
with pale skin, not as ashen as my own with a flush of
color. They have brown hair and striking blue eyes.
“Zeus made himself clear,” The Horai speak in unison.
“You were not to walk the earth. How long did you think
you could continue to deceive us?" “I want to speak with Zeus,” I say but I know that won’t
happen.
“Zeus told you that there would be consequences.”
“I can ex—”
One of the sisters snaps her fingers and my ring
disappears. “The decree was given,”
No!
“Give that back,” I demand and looking between the three
sisters, I don’t know which one took the ring.
Another one of the Horai snaps her fingers and from the
thick mist uproots chains that latch on to my legs. From the
sky falls two more chains, which latch to my wrist and
stretch my limbs apart. I do not know what is securing the
tether but when I pull, they don’t budge.
“Let me go!” I yell, trying to set myself free. I pull and tug,
and it’s no use.
“As per discussed, you will be punished.”
Rattled, I shake my head. “No, this is absurd.”
“One hundred lashings.”
One hundred lashing, echoes through my mind. This has
to be a mistake. The circumstances of the punishments
were never disclosed.
I jerk against the chains but it does not budge.
Within one of the Horai’s hand a black strap appears, the
length of it is excessively long. She curls her fingers around the base and with cold eyes, narrows her gaze.
Hard bumps rise on my flesh.
Shaking my head, I demand. “Call forth Zeus, this has to
be a mistake.”
The Horai reply in unison, “The rules were clear and you
disobeyed.”
The one with the whip, raises her hand, dragging the whip
along the ground and pulling it toward her. I realize that
this is actually happening and she will strike me.
Fear seizes my body.
I close my eyes, expecting to feel the harsh assault when I
hear his familiar mighty voice.
“Stop!” It’s loud and prevailing since I haven’t felt a striking
impact.
Releasing a shaky breath, I open my eyes to see Pan’s
massive form walking toward the sisters. I catch sight of
his giant, bronze horns that curl back. He’s walking toward
us with such lethal confidence, it’s hair-raising.
The one that holds the whip, speaks out. “Why should we
listen to you?”
“Because it is I who lured the goddess to earth.”
What? No!
“Pan!” My voice is shaking—why is he saying this?
The Horai snaps their fingers. The chains are no longer
holding my limbs, but now they have snagged onto Pan’s wrists and legs. I falter to the ground, my knees taking the
harsh impact, and I rub my wrists where the chains held
tight. Within moments the chains tighten, stretching Pan’s
limbs apart.
I know what he is doing, but I don’t know why he’s doing it.
Forcing myself to stand up, I walk toward them, my hands
balled at my sides. “Wait!”
Up ahead, Pan moves his head from side to side.
“Calista…” His voice wasn’t raised or whispered, but there
was a warning on his tone which brought me to a halt
midway.
I beg, feeling a heavy burden on my chest, “You can’t do
this, please don’t do this!”
Everything around me slowed down to a point. I watch the
whip rise into the air and the single whip splits into three
individual straps, connected only at the base. The three
thongs strike Pan along his bare chest. Striking ivory lines
appear on his flesh and a milky substance streaks down
his front.
He grunts terribly.
“Wait!” I yell again.
One of them looks back on me, “You should not interrupt
the punishment.”
Another strike and Pan lets out an agonizing grunt.
I wince with his misery. “He’s lying. I was not with him.”
“Whether that may be true, we do not know who to
believe.” The crack of the whip sends a chill down my spine and it’s a sickening sound.
How long will Pan last without screaming?
I shake my head, my gaze unable to look away. “This is
not fair.”
“Selene, life is not fair,” replies the Horai in unison. “But
there are consequences and you will learn from them
regardless of who suffers.”
The Horai are kind enough to inform me that I can leave,
but how can I leave?
I chose to stay and I watch the thongs mark fresh lines on
Pan’s flesh. They crisscross and embellish his skin on top
of old scars.
Pan closes his eyes, wincing but within moments his pale
blues are staring at me, holding my gaze.
Why did he do this?

Chapter 10
It wasn’t long before Pan couldn’t hold back his screams.
His shrieks became deafening and I had to hold myself
back from covering my ears. It was not because it was too
loud—it was simply hard to hear. It was distressing to know
that he had purposely protected me, and he was suffering.
I forced myself to watch; I didn’t allow my gaze to drift
away or to close my eyes. I owed him that much to watch,
as he was punished.
When it is was over, Pan’s entire body is dripping with
pearly ichor and his flesh is severely slayed. He seems
unconscious, with his head hanging and bobbing from side
to side. My hands tremble, unsure about what to do. Many
times I wanted to do something—anything—to help, but
what could I do?
I am simply the moon goddess. I thought about my ability
to manipulate water, but I can’t use it beyond the mortal
realm.
The Horai snaps their fingers and informs me, “He will
need your help. You may take him home.”
Uncertain about their response, I ask, “To Earth?”
All three nod their heads, “If you do not return, we will send
the Erinyes.” And just like that, the three sisters are gone.
Pan stirs. “Calista…” His raucous voice is heart-wrenching.
My lip trembled, unsure of what to say. I’m upset with him because of what he did. I do not know if I should be yelling
at him or embracing him for his valiant actions.
I take in his bloody back, staring at the many painful lines.
Ichor drips from the open flesh wounds. When they heal,
his body will have more scars because of me.
Why did Pan do this?
I want to scream at him, but instead, my gaze becomes
blurry. I blink rapidly, forcing down the sudden frantic
emotions.
Leaning over Pan, I ask him if he’s okay. I need him
conscious.
When he stirs with a deep groan, I’m thrilled that he’s able
enough to communicate. Maybe not with words, but
anything at this point is better than nothing.
He whispers again, “Calista…”
“I’m here,” I answer, and guide him as he tries to push
himself off the ground. His arms are shaking terribly.
Without warning his hands slip out and his front drops to
the ground. Another painful groan erupts.
On a count to three, we try again while his entire body is
quivering. Somehow we manage to get him to stand up,
and I dip under his arms to provide him with whatever
support he needs. With his body weighing heavily on me, I
allow my thoughts to think of Pan’s home on earth. Within
moments, we are no longer standing outside of the
Olympian gates. We are now in the thick forest of Arkadia.
Pan’s home.
I feel the dense foliage beneath my bare feet and a
thousand sounds crash over me from all directions. The air
is laden with moisture, and every turn and crevice stands a
tall tree wrapped in thick, green moss. There is not a clear
path around me or above me. Every turn is crammed with
flora and fauna, of all different sizes and colors.
Arkadia is a beautiful province filled with mountains and
few to none mortal life. Which is why Pan chose this area
to live in. He’s a god who likes to be alone; he doesn’t care
for gods or mortals alike. At the same time, he does like to
drink wine and enjoy good music from time to time. Pan
doesn’t mind socializing, but it has to be on his own terms.
Pan and his nymphs enjoy this land, without being
bothered by the mortals.
Around us, I see the luminous glow of the nymphs lurking
in the shadows of the forest. I hear voices—they speak a
diverse language that only the Nymphs and Pan can
understand.
Pan makes incoherent sounds above me and when he
falters to the side, he takes me with him.
His massive physique smashes into a tree, and his
excruciating groans vibrate at the back of my neck. He
drags me down further to the ground, and I drop stuck
under his bulky arms. We flounder against the thick
umbrage, both of us on the ground.
From his suffocating arms, I untangle myself, staring down
on the god. My breathing is uneven and I’m frustrated, not
knowing what to do.
Blood is everywhere on the foliage and on my hands; I try
to wipe it clean on my chiton.
“Why did you do that?” I ask with a huge lump that has
been lodged in my throat from when I had seen the
lashing. I don’t expect him to answer—he can’t, even if he
wanted to.
On a sigh I closed my eyes, wishing for the images and his
screams to stop. I can hear and see him as if it was
happening again, right in front of me. I open my eyes to
focus on his face and Pan’s thick, black brows furrow
together with excoriating pain.
When the tension is gone, Pan looked at peace but only
for a few stolen seconds. It’s rare to see the god in such an
innocent state. In the back of my head, I keep thinking that
he would open his eyes and smile wickedly at me. Then
Pan would tell me that it was a bad trick. But that doesn’t
happen. Instead, there are more incoherent sounds as his
entire body tenses with the discomfort.
What am I supposed to do?
Reaching down, I push aside a few black strands covering
his eyelids and my own eyes are again becoming misty.
On a deep inhale, I manage to hold down turbulent
emotions. From my peripheral vision, I see the blue glow of
a nymph creeping closer toward us.
She’s glowing blue because she’s a water nymph and
she’s unclothed. Nymphs don’t like to be dressed in gowns
like other gods and mortals; they prefer to roam the earth
naked. Nymphs look like any other woman—mortal or god
—with our feminine physique. The only exception is that
they have abnormally wide black pupils and pointed ears, and they glow. Their skin is bare of all hair except for the
head, and they lack details on their breast. Every part of
their skin seems smooth and soft. No imperfections.
I lift my eyes to see that the nymph is holding something.
I walk toward her, “What is that?”
I don’t know why I asked her that question when she will
not reply to me. If she will answer, it will be in a language
that I won’t understand.
I look down and see Pan’s flute, which he never takes off.
But he took it off now.
Why?
And how did he know that the Horai had caught me?
Pan took off his flute, meaning that he knew he was
coming to my rescue.
Did he plan to save me?
If he planned to save me then he knew that I was going to
get caught but how?
The nymph says something in her foreign language and I
also see a small bottle in her grasp. Without a word, she
nudges her hand toward me, hinting that she wants me to
take it and I do. The nymph doesn’t wait, she is quick to
disappear. The dense forest swallows her petite frame
without a trace and I glance down on the bottle.
I don’t want to believe my thoughts, but they seem true.
Turning the cap I bring it to my nose and take a whiff. It
smells horrid. I peek inside and see a clear liquid, so I assume that Pan is to drink it. I close it back and start
toward the unconscious god.
Dropping to my knees beside Pan, I part his lips and pour
the liquid into his mouth, then wait for something to
happen. I can only assume the nymph gave me something
to heal the god of the wilderness. After all, the nymphs are
very fond of Pan.
Impatiently, I settle back on my rear and continue to study
him.
With the ring gone, you can never see Endymion again.
My gaze sweeps over my hand, the one with the missing
ring, and my stomach swirls and contorts into a frenzy of
dread. This is my last visit on earth, and that awareness
blooms a frantic pulse inside of my chest. I stand almost
immediately, knowing my next thoughts should be of
Endymion. I guard myself because the moment I leave
Arkadia, the Horai will send the Erinyes after me. I was
warned, and they will keep to their word.
How can I never see Endymion again?
Before I can blink and not be in Arkadia, Pan groans. I
allow Endymion to slip from my mind, and my attention is
on the god who took on my punishment.
Kneeling back by his side, I’m relieved. “Pan…” Tears are
streaming down my cheeks; I do not know if they are for
his pain, or for Endymion, or for both. The familiar twinge
in my heart gnaws more fiercely this time and I can’t
breathe.
I close my eyes, while hot tears spill down my cheeks. I
wipe them away just as quickly as they escape.

Why am I crying? This is the second time tonight.
“Calista.” Pan’s voice is hoarse and quiet.
I open my eyes to find his pale blues staring at me. My lips
tug at the side, even more relieved. I ask through shaky
words, “Are you okay?”
I know that’s an illogical question.
Why would he be?
Another awful groan and shifting up, I help Pan to sit up
against a tree. He closes his eyes as another wave of
soreness ripples through him. “I will be…” he breathes in
the twinge. “In a few moments.” His low tone starts to work
on my nerves, not in an irritating way, but in the way that I
love to hate.
How is that possible? Pan seems to have that effect on
me, but I don’t know why.
Veering back, I create some space between us because I
can feel the invisible stronghold. It’s not as strong as when
he’s healthy, but it’s here now that Pan is conscious and
focused on me.
Ask him about the ring, reminds a voice.
“Why did you do that?” I ask, hoping that whatever carnal
desires that lives and breathes between him and I stays on
the sidelines. This isn’t the time and place.
“Why”—he breathes in excruciating misery—“does that”—
another grunt—“need an answer?”
“Because that was uncalled for.” My voice is uneven when
I don’t look away from his gaze. “You lied.
“I protect what is mine,” he says through clenched teeth.
On the front of his chest and stomach, I see the open flesh
wounds closing.
“I could have…” I pause, unsure of my words. I couldn’t
have dealt with the lashings, but I hold my ground in this
argument. “I could have handled it.” Now I feel even more
obliged to the god.
Sitting up more straight, Pan parts his lips and I suddenly
feel nauseated. “Calista, are you crying for me?” His voice
isn’t laced with pain; instead, he sounds darkly humorous.
Which only confirms that Pan is feeling more like himself—
not a good thing.
I do not know what to say to him because I’m upset for
many reasons. It could be because I thought he was
severely hurt and wouldn’t recover so quickly. If I had
known that Pan’s nymphs had a vial on hand, maybe I
wouldn’t be as upset and as guilty as I am.
Nevertheless, I do feel horrible, and it won’t go away. I’m
also upset because my ring is gone and I think he may
have something to do with it.
After confirming that his body is, in fact, regaining back his
strength; Pan extends a hand and wipes at the dampness
on my cheek. Warmth spreads from the bare contact, and
my nerves fray with alarm.
“Gods do not shed tears, Calista.”
“I know,” I murmur, addled and still feeling my damn lip
trembling. More tears uncontrollably slip through my lashes
and I turn away, embarrassed.
This is ridiculous. Why am I crying?
Why do I feel embarrassed?
I have nothing to hide, to that extent.
This is… this whole thing is foolish.
These mixed-up feelings are trying to destroy me.
Pan leans down against me and whispers against my
cheek, “Tears of a goddess.” His deep, riveting whisper is
tantalizing. Qualm tickles under my skin with his
admiration. “Forgive me, but I’m finding your tears utterly
captivating.”
“My tears?” I ask, uncertain I heard him correctly. But when
his tongue darts out and licks my cheek, I know my ears
weren’t deceiving me. I tense. “Do you want to bottle them
up?” I ask on an accelerated beat.
My heart nearly jumps out of my chest, when I thought I
heard Endymion chuckling amongst nature’s orchestra.
I turn back to face Pan, our faces inches apart. With a slow
nod of his head, he says, “I don’t like to share.” I can taste
his breath on my lips, and his tone dripping with an
ominous warning hadn’t gone unnoticed.
Was I hearing things? Making up tones and false meaning
in my head?
“It’s the sweetest and richest red wine that I would bottle
and sell.” Endymion’s words are a ghost of a whisper. I
withdraw from Pan, creating needed distance between us.
“My ring is gone,” I inform him, hoping to thwart his
intentions.
Pushing myself off the ground, I stand up and toss Pan’s
flute on his lap. He looks up at me and settles his gaze.
“Calista, you’ve been playing a dangerous game.” His eyes
are the contrast of ice and heat.
“What?” I ask and my veins go cold.
“Why can’t you see you belong to me?”
My hairs stand straight, “You’ve told me this many times.”
“You do not believe me,”
I nod my head, swallowing the excess salvia. “Pan what
did you do?”
“What did you do?”
“I-I didn’t do anything,”
“Then I also did nothing,” he answers me and looks down
on his flute. After a few awkward moments, he brings it up
to his lips. A soft aria blends into the ensemble of the
wilderness. The melody swirls around me and lulls me into
a quiescence state. My skin pricks, flushing with fervor.
Pan’s sweet melody caresses my skin and awakens
ravenous waves of ecstasy.
My body remembers and reacts. I feel the wetness
between the folds of my sex. My breasts all a sudden feel
heavy, and my nipples perk. The hard nubs feel sensitive
brushing up against my chiton, and I sucked in a tense
breath.
Standing to his full height, Pan overshadows my petite
physique. With the flute still pressed against his lips, he doesn’t stop playing. His tune is like honey to my ears and
a secret song to my naughty pussy.
I draw my thighs together, hearing Endymion. “Greedy
goddess.”
Why does my body betray me this way?
I want Endymion, not Pan- at least not anymore.
I don’t want to feel the ravenous hunger but it can’t be
helped.
The god narrows his gaze and halts the music. He lets go
of the flute and it drops from his grasp, swinging low
around his neck. Pan takes a lethal step toward me and
fear jolts through my veins. I try to step back, but he grabs
onto the front of my dress and hauls me toward him.
“Calista.” His deep voice booms in my ear canal. “Don’t run
from me.”
“I’m not running, it’s —”
“I’ve watched you with him for many nights,”
“Pan,” my voice is a whisper. “What did you do?”
“I’m a jealous god, and I told you that you were mine.”
“Pan…”
He growls, “I hinted to Eos that I haven’t seen you and
when she tried to find you herself, she found out that I was
speaking the truth. Your sister brought her worries to Zeus
and you already know how the story ends.
I feel like Pan knocked the air right out of my lungs, “The
story doesn’t end well for you either,”
Pan releases his hold on the fabric, gaze dropping to my
chest. Pan rubs his thumb across my silk-clad breast until
he reaches the hard nubs and strokes over it. “I can deal
with Zeus,”
I push his hand away, “I am not yours,”
He smiled wickedly, “The mortal has you confused. Tell me
Calista, did you give yourself to him,”
“You don’t have the right to ask me that,”
“You are my right,” and rough hands grab my breast. I
moan, it slipped out and I hate myself. I have always been
reluctant with Pan but with Endymion, he makes me feel
safe I had wanted him but I froze when he was asking for
permission. Afraid of the unknown.
How absurd does that sound?
Now, I will never see Endymion again unless I want to be
at the mercy of the Horai or the Erinyes.
With a disheartened thought, I choke on air, as a
resonating growl erupts from Pan’s throat. He tears the
front of my strapless dress open and my breast spill out.
Not missing a moment, he dips down and takes me into his
mouth.
I’ll never see Endymion’s emerald eyes as vibrant as this
forest.
Fire licks my flesh, blazing a fury of spasms in the pit of my
stomach. I gasp, faltering into Pan. My hands grasp onto his massive shoulders and I cling to him for dear life.
I cling to my last few moments on earth.
Pan’s stark pungent scent hits my nostrils and I close my
eyes, breathing heavily.
I will never smell Endymion’s aroma again.
My fate has officially been sealed, I am forever to be the
only the moon goddess. Nothing more.
I whimper broken, “More.”
On command, Pan comes up for air and crushes his mouth
against my own. His tongue slides right into my mouth, not
waiting for an invitation. His hand grabs the back of my
neck and jerks me right up against his massive chest. His
hardness presses against my stomach.
“Open up for me,” Endymion’s words whisper around me. I
can taste him, feel his tongue teasing the outside of my
lips.
Pan tightens his grip on my hair and deepens the mad kiss
filled with teeth clashing and an ample exchange of saliva.
He pulls on my hair, tilting my head back, and nips down
on my bottom lip.
I suck in a pained breath, gazing into his fierce ice blues.
“I want more of your precious tears, Calista.”
“Do whatever pleases you,” I answer with a dull ache
gnawing on my center, my sex throbbing fervently.
What I want, I can no longer have.
A deep, aroused growl emanates from Pan’s throat. “Music
to my ears,” are his hot words against my lips. Releasing
my hair, his hand doesn’t go far. Pan latches onto the
length of my neck and his other hand roams between my
thighs. His blunt fingers find the wet folds of my sex and
my hips thrust forward.
Pan rubs against the already sensitive clit.

Chapter 11
“Selene.”
I hear the familiar voice but I don’t respond.
I’m lost in thought, lost in memories.
Lost in what could have been.
“Selene.” There it is again, but I don’t answer.
I feel different, more than before.
More than ever.
I feel lost.
“Selene!”
With a sigh, I turn to the voice and find Pan staring at me
with a frown. I’m sitting in a river, cleansing myself after
what happened. I can’t return home with a torn chiton and
smelling like sex. Not just any sex—Pan has a distinct
sharp scent. It’s not a bad smell, just overpowering.
After what happened, Pan had picked me up and carried
me here. Since my chiton was already torn because of
him, there wasn’t much undressing. I sat in the river with
my knees drawn up to my chest.
Why do I feel lost?
Staring into his gaze, I feel broken. “Yes,” I answer and
Pan was the one who broke me.
“You didn’t hear me calling?” Slowly I shake my head, tracing the pad of my thumb.
“Sorry.”
“You were lost in your thoughts.”
The deep words resonate inside of me. For as long as
you’ll have me, I will always bring you back, was what
Endymion had said.
I choke back a sob.
Turning away from Pan, I look out on the river and my
surroundings. The river is enclosed with beautiful plants of
all sizes and colors. The smell is wonderful, the sight
absolutely breathtaking, but in the mood I am in I can’t
appreciate it.
I say to Pan, “I will never be yours,”
“It makes no sense to fight the inevitable,”
“I hate you,”
“The mortal has you confused,”
I shake my head, “You can blame the mortal all you want.”
Pan extends a hand to me ignoring my words, and I slap it
away.
I stand up on my own.
In the distance I see an orange glow coming toward us and
when the nymph reaches Pan, she hands him something
clearly thick and white. Pan speaks to her in their
language, then the nymph disappears.
When she is no longer in sight, I ask, “What is that?” “I got a present for you, Calista,” He holds up the gift—a
hooded white dress. “It’s made of the purest wool.” I notice
the fine golden details on the chiton as well. “Lift your
arms.” His voice vibrates against my wet flesh and I
comply, feeling the instant warmth of the fabric as it graces
my shoulders and loosely hugs my body.
Pan fixes the hood over my head while I turn back and
stretch my arms through the wide sleeves.
“The only reason why I am wearing this is that I cannot
return home naked.” I make sure to tell him that, so Pan
understands that he is not forgiven.
With a scowl Pan bites out, “Selene, this will mostly likely
be our last night together.”
The fact that he actually said my name has me stalled, and
I’m staring at him like his words weren’t English. “I meant
what I said, Pan.”
Upset, he saunters away from me and runs a hand through
his long, black hair that reaches down to his collarbone. He
pivots on a hoof. “Seriously, over a human!” he all but yells
at me, running my blood ice cold.
I flinch with his sudden temper. “No, it’s because of you.”
“Selene!” Another roar attempting to intimidate me, and he
narrows his predatory glare.
I equal his stare. “Pan.”
“That damn mortal has that much of a hold on you?”
Stepping toward the god, I argue. “Your jealousy destroyed
whatever was between us.” I don’t even have the slightest clue what was ever between Pan and me.
Pan charges toward me with sheer rage blazing in his
eyes. I pace backward, frightened and he stops maybe a
foot away from me. His massive body towers over me as
he glares down. I can feel his heat, I can feel his fury at my
words.
“You will always be mine, Calista.” There’s a sliver of hurt
and I’m shocked when his voice softens. “You stopped
seeing me,”
Breathing unevenly, I manage to speak. “I did not mean for
that to happen.” I didn’t mean to stop seeing him
altogether. It just happened.
The creases on Pan’s forehead deepens. “The mortal
would have never made you happy.”
He does. I feel safe like Endymion is where I belong. “You
do not know that.”
Pan laughs loud with a damnable undertone. “I do, Calista.
I know every inch of your body. Does the mortal?” He
steps into the little space between us. My neck reclines as
I gaze up at his full height, my heart thundering. His
imposing bronze horns are lethal. “He’s what you want, but
does he know what you need? Does the mortal know how
you love to be kissed and where? Does he know how to
touch you just right, to have your sweet little cunt doused
with want?”
My thoughts are in a haze, and I’m on a grief-stricken cliff
teetering on the edge. I’m trying not to think about
Endymion, trying my hardest not to let myself get lost in
the sadness of never seeing him again.
“That is far from the point,” I tell Pan.
“Your pretty little cunt is by far not beside the point,
especially when another man—a mortal—wants to take my
place.” Using the back of his hand, he caresses down my
cheek and I draw back.
“Besides,” Pan continues, “You honestly think that a mortal
would want a goddess? You’re simply a notch on his
majesty’s belt. He needs a mortal woman within his reach,
not within the heavens.”
I step further back. “You do not know Endymion.”
“He’s a fucking man, who is a king. Mortal or immortal, all
males like to Bleep, Calista.” Was that why Endymion never
initiated anything? He said that I deserved more than an
abandoned temple.
No, shaking my head, I’ve had about enough.
I snap back. “And you are a god of the wilderness and has
a horrible reputation on Olympus.” His pale blues gleam
dangerously and his lips curl back in a snarl. I don’t know a
lot about his reputation—Zeus had only told me one thing
about Pan—and yes, I took that one thing and fucking
owned it. “Yeah, I heard the rumors,” I say to taunt him, like
how he’s been crawling under my skin. “You messed with
the wrong goddess, who turned herself into those reeds
that you we—”
I’m not able to finish my sentence because Pan has his
fingers around my neck but not in a sensual way. My toes
are barely touching the ground beneath me as he seethes.
I can’t breathe.
I grasp at his hand, fighting for him to let me go, but his
grip is fierce and unyielding.
Without dropping me, he leans right in my face and
murmurs, “Do not talk about what you do not know.” Then
his grip loosens, dropping me. I fall to my feet, which
collapses beneath me while I try to inhale deeply and fast.
“Selene, you are my gift. It’s not every day that an
exquisite goddess decides that a mere mortal is worth
spending time with.”
Endymion’s face flashes before my mind’s eye and the
next thing I know, I am no longer in Pan’s presence. I am
no longer outside amongst the foliage but in a room, sitting
on a soft carpet. The same position when Pan had
dropped me and had me gasping for air.
“Selene?” I hear Endymion behind me.

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Chapter 12
Still on the ground, I turn toward his voice. Across the
room, the first thing I see are Endymion’s luscious jades,
as green as the thick, dense forest of Arkadia. Relief
blossoms inside of my stomach. My heart flutters, elated to
be here, within his presence.
I smile small and meek, as his eyes are always the first
thing that captures my attention. From the very first time, I
fell in love with his emerald pairs, so beautiful and full of
life. But now, his eyes have darkened with worry and his
brows are drawn together.
Behind him morning light spills in from the tall windows,
lighting up the spacious area. Endymion stands from
behind a desk and walks around it, his eyes locked on my
own.
“What has happened to you?”
“I-I wanted to say hi.” My voice is a whisper.
With the light shining from behind Endymion, it creates this
radiant glow outlining his physical form.
He asks, “What are you doing here?”
“I shouldn’t be here.” I drop my eyes, knowing that this was
a mistake.
“Selene, you’re here to say ‘hi’ when I know that something
is clearly wrong.”
Coming here was a horrible slip because the Erinyes will
come after me.
“This was a mistake,” I murmur.
They are coming.
Endymion offers a hand to me, which I take. Upon pulling
me up his eyes are staring down at me, and he wipes
away the dampness from under my lashes. He’s talking to
me but I’m not hearing his words. I see his mouth moving
but the sound isn’t reaching my ears.
I was feeling a concoction of raging feelings. I am more
than happy to be within his presence, but I am terrified
now. If I avoid the Erinyes, the Horai without a doubt will
stop me from returning home. I will be punished and this
time there will be no Pan to save me.
I will suffer one hundred lashings.
Endymion lifts my chin, and I finally hear the urgency laced
within his words. “Selene, you need to tell me what is
going on.”
Instead of answering him, I throw myself against his chest.
“Hold me,” I beg, and inhale deeply, filling my lungs with
his familiar aroma. Closing my eyes, I cling to his shirt
knowing that this is likely the last time I will ever see him
again.
I will never get a chance to see his face again or feel his
warm embrace. Hear his voice and smell him. My fingers
tighten on the fabric, as if the tighter I hold, it would
guarantee that I would never leave Endymion’s presence.
I wish it worked like that.
At first, I don’t feel his warm embrace—it’s only for a
second or two, and in that time it felt longer, more dragged out. It felt like forever waiting for Endymion to wrap his
arms around me.
I sob into Endymion, hiccupping, and in another heartbeat,
he closes his arms around me. Despite the heaviness in
my stomach, it flutters; when he squeezes only a fraction
tighter, I sink into him. If it were possible, I wish he could
absorb my body. To hide me from the Horai and Erinyes.
With my luck, they would mistake Endymion for me and he
would be whipped.
He rests his chin on the top of my head. “Tell me who hurt
you.”
“No one hurt me,” I lied.
Withdrawing from our embrace, he steps back and grasps
my face, making me look up at him. “You’re disappearing
on me again.”
My heart aches. “I shouldn’t have come here.”
“Yes, you should have.”
“It’s too dangerous.”
“Selene, I swear I will call upon the wrath of Zeus if you do
not start talking.”
The wrath of Zeus will only get you punished.
I shake my head. “I need to go.”
“No, you need to start talking.”
At that moment, there is a knock on the door and
Endymion calls out to whoever is on the other side that they should go away. The door opens regardless, and a
woman with long blond hair enters the space.
“I doubt that was meant for me,” she muses, and upon
seeing Endymion and me, she pauses. Brown eyes study
what she had walked in on, but when she attempts to
speak Endymion cuts her off.
Endymion commands, “Leave.”
His arms hug me closer to his body.
“Leave?” she asks, insulted. “Endymion, who is she?”
His voice is a boisterous demand. “I said to leave!”
The woman flinches with a frown. “That’s her, isn’t it?
She’s the reason why you disappear at nights.”
“Arianna, do not let me tell you again.”
Glaring, Arianna holds her chin high. “Do not think for a
moment this ends here.” Then she turns on her heel,
leaving the room but slamming the door behind her.
Exhaling, I ask against his hard, masculine chest, “Who
was she?”
His fingers combed through my hair. After a moment of me
listening to his heart beating, Endymion replies cautiously,
“I am to wed Arianna.”
My body freezes and my breath hitches. “She’s the
beautiful damsel that waits in your bedchambers.”
“We are to be wed in a few days.”
Days... I pull away from him. “You lied to me.”
And you lied to him.
Endymion does not try to stop me from withdrawing. “I had
not denied there was anyone; I only told you that I wanted
you in my chambers.” Which wasn’t a lie, but still.
You were with Pan, moments before coming here.
The god had touched your pussy and had you screaming.
You had Pan’s cock in your mouth and his hot juices on
your face. He smeared his cum on your flesh, branding
you as his.
“I’m sorry, this was a horrible mistake.”
Who am I to judge?
Endymion shakes his head. “It is not a mistake.”
“No, how do you figure that?” I snap. Then I feel instantly
horrible because look at what happened between Pan and
me. I don’t have the right to feel displeased, but those
feelings are nonetheless present.
What would Endymion say if he found out about Pan?
I can’t imagine that he would be pleased.
With an ache gnawing on my heart, Endymion continues.
“Selene, it’s a wedding of convenience, nothing more.
Arianna has influences in other areas in which I do not. I
don’t love her, but I love you.”
“She is the reason why you never wanted to show me your
home,”
“I will end things with Arianna if you will wed me.”
This time Endymion’s question is not hypothetical. It’s real
and has settled a heavy silence between us. The air
surrounding us has thickened, crackling with intensity, and
I don’t know what to say. How can I answer when so much
has happened with myself, and now with Endymion’s own
little secret?
There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I still want him, more
than anything, but to abandon my home and family… I’m
still having a hard time coming to terms with that reality.
I shake my head, “You are promised to another woman.”
I should return home and accept the punishment. Move on
with my life, and leave Endymion with his mortal woman.
Leave Pan to his nymphs.
“Selene, am I that horrible of a man that you cannot fathom
being wed to me?”
No, never!
“You’re a cruel mortal for making me feel this horrible. This
can never work.”
He closes the small distance that I had created. “Selene, I
can be cruel and wicked because I want you to want me. I
want you to need me and I will find a way to manipulate
your pretty little mind into consuming me, every day, all
day because I love you and I believe this can work.”
Not knowing what to say, I stutter. “I-I am a goddess of the
moon.”
Endymion’s stare is intense. “And I am King of Elis.”
“Your wedding is in a few days.”
“I will suffer the consequences and call it off. You’ve had
my heart from the very first time I laid eyes on you.” He
takes my hand within his own.
I shake my head. “This is absurd.”
“I’ll tell you what is absurd, the fact that I know you love me
and you do not trust what is between you and me.” He
places my hand on his chest, and I feel his heart pounding.
“From the moment I saw you, I fell in love with you.”
“This has nothing to do with trust or love,” I inform,
withdrawing my hand.
“Love is trusting blindly.”
“Love shouldn’t be this complicated.”
“Sometimes it is, and I am willing to fight for you and me.
Why aren’t you willing to take that risk for me, Selene?
What must I do to prove to you that I want this, I want you?
If I could, I would live in your skin with you, to breathe the
same air as you. To think just like you. To understand how
and why you keep stopping yourself from giving yourself to
me—and I don’t mean physically.”
Unable to give him a reply, I’m turning away from
Endymion when a deafening scream booms from outside.
The Erinyes is here!
With wide eyes, I look at Endymion. “It’s here.”
He hurries toward the window ledge and looks out. “What’s
here?”
“The Erinyes,” I answer, and my skin pricks.
“I’ve heard stories about them, but I didn’t think that they
were real.” He looks back at me. “Why are they here?”
“They’re here for me.”
His dark brows draw together. “Why?”
“Because—”
I’m unable to finish that sentence because Endymion
curses, stumbling backward. Flying outside of the window
is the Erinyes. It steps onto the window ledge, gray hands
grabbing the inside of the castle walls. It shoves its head
inside and its head angles toward me. I have never
understood how it sees without eyes.
The Erinyes doesn’t look like any mortal or immortal. To
start, its flesh is gray and it has no eyes, slits for nostrils,
and a wide mouth full of sharp teeth and no lips. It has
blazing hair, like how fire burns with large flames, except
its flames are black. Large powerful wings that you can
hear flapping behind it.
It commands, “Selene, you must return to Mount
Olympus.”
“I know that,” I snap.
It doesn’t respond but I know it’s watching me. Ringing
screams vibrate in my ear canal. My fingers curl back into
my palms while my heart pounds frantic in my chest.
I don’t want to face the Horai.
From the corner of my eye, I notice Endymion pacing off to
the side. He’s taking small, careful steps and the Erinyes
steps off the window ledge into the spacious room.
Standing to its full height, the Erinyes is a few inches taller
than me but it should not be underestimated.
Fear takes hold, churning my stomach. The reason why
the Erinyes makes me very nervous is that I know what it’s
capable of. If a mortal provokes the Erinyes, it has the
ability to subdue them, by slipping into their mind and
mentally projecting unimaginable pain. How it
accomplishes that is by grabbing onto their head and
piercing their skull with its nail-like claws.
Endymion is reaching for something, and when I focus on
his object of desire, I see a long, sharp two-edged sword.
Instant panic overtakes me because provoking an Erinyes
will make it lash out. To take an Erinyes’ life will get you
one day in the underworld. One day in which would feel
like an eternity.
The Erinyes can only do this to mortals.
Two very imperative reasons why mortals should fear them
—they are not ones to be messed with.
I should go with it because there is no other option. But my
limbs don’t budge. There’s a small defiant part of me that
wants to fight, to stay, despite knowing my chances are
bleak. I want to fight and not be at the mercy of the Horai,
let alone the Erinyes.
Was Endymion correct?
Do we have something worth fighting for?
Go back to Mount Olympus, warns a voice in the back of
my mind.
What’s the point of going back, when I know my soul will
forever cry out for earth? My heart will never rest.
I continue to watch Endymion as he grabs the leather hilt,
and I scream at myself, Leave now before it’s too late!
If I call out to him, that would draw in the Erinyes’ attention.
If I don’t, there’s a chance that Endymion might strike
down the Erinyes and will suffer a day in the underworld.
But for him, it would feel like an eternity.
Fight, one of my many voices urge.
What would I be fighting for? To suffer mental anguish or a
day in the underworld?
Or one hundred lashings?
Or an eternity of my heart crying?
Or, fight for the chance to be happy? For love.
Suddenly the door bursts open, and Endymion’s guards
charge into the room, toward the Erinyes. Immediately I
intercept, already foreseeing how this situation will go
down. I assume they saw the Erinyes perch on Endymion’s
window ledge from the outside. After all, when it screeched
from the sky, it would have caught their undivided
attention.
There are about half a dozen mortals with swords inside
the room.
I swallow down my nerves and with my back to the men, I
stare at the Erinyes. “I’ll go with you.” My heart throbs and I
can hear Endymion calling out to me, but I ignore him.
“Right now, take me back to Mount Olympus.”
The Erinyes takes a step toward me. I hear one of the men
speak to Endymion, “Your majesty, what would you have
us do?”
“Do not let her go,” are his condemning words.
Rough hands grab my arm from behind and haul me
backward.
I scream behind the man, pushing him. “Do not touch the
Erinyes!” But I believe my words fall on deaf ears because
a few guards step toward the Erinyes with raised swords.
You should have left.
The Erinyes will not physically harm the mortals—as in
killing them—but mental anguish is not any better.
“I want to leave!” I shout at the men continuing to push
forward. But more hands hold me back. I fight against
them, wiggling and yelling, “You do not understand!”
Someone shoved me back and struggling to regain my
composure, I recognize Endymion’s aroma as I falter into
him.
I turn to face him. “Tell them not to attack it.”
“Forgive me, Selene, but I cannot allow you to leave with
it.”
“You are making a horrible mistake.”
“Not fighting for us is a horrible mistake.”
This is not fighting for us? How can it be?
The guards command that the Erinyes leave but it doesn’t
budge. Its head has changed angles, and it is now facing my direction. All it wants is me.
Something inside of me clicks. Pushing past Endymion, I
take off and run across the room and out of the door.
It will follow me, I know it will because it needs to bring me
back to Mount Olympus. I broke the law that Zeus had set.
The law was set with my blood, there was no avoiding it
now.
I hear Endymion calling my name but I don’t stop running.
If I can get the Erinyes away from the mortals, I will go with
it back to Mount Olympus. I need to go, to spare Endymion
and his guards. I refuse to have anyone else suffer
because of my actions.
It was hard enough, watching Pan get whipped, even
though he made it happen. I cannot fathom Endymion
suffering mental torture or seeing the aftermath of one day
in the underworld.
I hear the distraught voices of the guards, so I know the
Erinyes is following me. The mortals are scrambling to stop
it, but if only they would listen.
Looking back, I see Endymion exiting the room and the
Erinyes smashes through a wall. With his sword, he strikes
the Erinyes in the arm and it shrieks. Vexed it hits
Endymion, sending him flying across the hall and his
guards attack it. The humans don’t stand a chance.
I yell out, “I’ll go back with you if you can catch me!”
The Erinyes cranes its neck in the direction of my voice
and starts toward me, so I take off. I run down the hallway,
dodging the servants and people. Reaching the top of the stairs, I grab onto the railing and the sharp claws of the
Erinyes pierce into my arms.
I cry out terribly and I don’t get a chance to catch my
breath, let alone fully absorb what is happening before I’m
heaved into the air. The tenderness on my arms swells to
new extremes and I hear the powerful thrashing of its
wings above me.
Ichor drips from my wounds as the Erinyes flies higher
toward the ceiling and suddenly we’re on an axis, tipping.
The Erinyes shrieks as we are both hauled back to the
ground and collide with the hard surface. The Erinyes
indirectly releases my arms and I sucked in a pained
breath. I hear another hair-raising scream.
I push myself off the ground and look up to see Endymion
and another guard taking on the Erinyes. “Don’t kill it!” I
yell out. But like before, my words are ignored.
They strike it on the leg; its wing extends over its shoulder
and hits the guard away. At that same moment, Endymion
strikes the Erinyes in the stomach. It doubles over with
another scream. Leaving his sword lodged in the flesh,
Endymion swivels on his heel and runs toward me. The
Erinyes falls to its knees and quickly, Endymion grabs onto
my throbbing arm. Discomfort expands straight to my
shoulders and down to my fingertips.
Endymion pulls me with him, but I make sure to plant my
feet. It still doesn’t help with the aching wounds.
I cannot go with him.
When my arm escapes his grasp, he pivots and finds me
standing behind him.
On a strained breath, I say, “Endymion, I have to go back
with it.”
He shakes his head. “With that? No.”
“This isn’t an argument. I may be a goddess but I have
rules, and one of them is that I am to never come to earth.
Every time that I had, I was at risk of the Erinyes coming
for me.”
His green eyes fall to the bleeding wounds on my arms. “It
hurt you.”
I suck in another breath. “And worse will happen if you
continue to put up a fight. Endymion, let me go.”
“Selene.” His dark brows draw together.
I match his stare. “Endymion.”
My attention is stolen when we both hear the shrieks from
the Erinyes. On its knees, it is now pulling out the sword,
which was lodged into its flesh.
Pushing back against Endymion’s chest, I warn him, “I
promise you that everything will be okay.”
That isn’t a lie. Once I leave the Erinyes will no longer be a
threat to the mortals, and once I return home everything
will be as it was. I will simply be the moon goddess.
Your heart will never be the same.
Nevertheless, I’ll be able to watch the earth and Endymion
from the heavens.
Endymion peers over my shoulder, at the Erinyes. “Only if
you promise me that I will see you again.”
You will never see me again!
Staring into his beautiful emerald gaze, I can feel the tears
brimming my bottom eyelids. “I will return once everything
settles.”
“Promise me,” he urges.
The tears spill over—I can’t.
I look behind Endymion, to see more of his guards
charging to protect their king against the intruder. Another
loud shriek booms throughout the halls and everything
from here on out happens fast.
I feel the gush of wind up against my back. Endymion
grabs me and pulls me against him as we both go crashing
into a wall, dodging an attack. The Erinyes uses its wing to
lash out against us.
Managing to dodge the strikes, the wings hit the wall
behind Endymion and me, which breaks and crumbles the
stone barricade beneath the pressure.
Morning light spills in from the hole that the Erinyes had
created, and another strike of its large black wing
collapses another part of the wall. The guards advance
and unexpectedly the Erinyes charges toward us, grabbing
hold of Endymion, who is also holding on to me.
The Erinyes leaps out through the gaping hole, taking
Endymion and me with it. The three of us take a brutal
stomach-churning dive downward.

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Chapter 13
We’re falling.
The familiar fluttering sensations overtake my insides. My
screams vibrate through my ears and my chest thunders
hard and fast. I hear Endymion yelling at me to hold on,
but I do not know what he means.
What am I to hold on to, when he is holding me and the
Erinyes is clutching him?
The wind is whipping around us and everything is
happening in a fast blur. All of a sudden my body jerks up,
and I notice the huge shadow of the Erinyes’ wings
opening.
Endymion loses his grip on me and I slip from his grasp—
he catches my hand at the last second. A gust of wind
blows downward as the Erinyes begins flapping its wings.
Endymion yells, “HOLD ON!”
I do, with both hands clinging to his one hand.
The Erinyes flies toward the ground outside; I hear mortals
yelling and see a few pointing. It flies further into a field
and with my feet a few inches away from the grass,
Endymion releases me. I fall to the earth and roll.
With a groan, my body is riddled with agony. My arms are
sore from when the Erinyes had tried to take me away the
first time. Its claws had dug into my flesh, and now more
scratches and bruises from the drop. I roll onto my back, breathing in and out with difficulty. I sit up just in time to
see the Erinyes drop Endymion to the ground.
It flies off into the sky as if it were disappearing but then it
turns back around. It swoops down toward me and I brace
myself. I hear Endymion yelling my name and then there’s
a bright light that suddenly appears. I’m blinded by sheer
whiteness and then I hear a sharp, loud crackling sound—
the scream of the Erinyes is not like the ones from earlier.
This scream sounded scared and then, no other sounds.
Only silence.
A wave of warmth engulfs me, as the air buzzes fiercely.
The hair on my arms rises and I can feel the hair on my
head lifting.
This feels familiar.
From the brightness, I see a figure walking toward me.
Thinking it’s Endymion, I call out to him but he doesn’t
respond. Forcing myself to stand despite the ache, I try to
balance my wobbly legs. When the figure approaches he’s
much taller and massive than Endymion, and I still where I
am.
I know who that is.
Zeus steps through the blinding light and extends a hand
to me. I take it, knowing that I have been caught.
I wonder if Zeus will whip me himself?
I blink, and we are no longer on earth but back on
Olympus. A heavy sadness settles over my head. My heart
throbs and it folds in on itself.

NO!
Endymion…
I pivot on my heel and upon facing Zeus, I glare up at his
height.
Capturing his vibrant blue gaze, I purse my lips and
demand, “Why did you bring me back?” It’s better to be
back on Mount Olympus, so Endymion and his mortals
don’t have to deal with the Erinyes. They’re safe,
Endymion’s safe, and I didn’t have to go through the Horai
but that doesn’t mean that I will go unpunished.
I didn’t get the chance to say goodbye.
Zeus does not look happy, “Selene, you are quite a
goddess,” and that is not meant as a compliment. I open
my mouth to speak and he cuts me off. “I thought I made
myself clear?”
“You did,”
“But,”
I wanted to see a mortal. I don’t say that.
Instead, I ask. “Why did you do that?” Zeus had stopped
the Erinyes from taking me back here, which doesn’t make
sense.
“It wasn’t to save you,” He says sharply.
“Then who?”
“The mortal was going to strike it down and that would
have been a senseless punishment because of you.”

Zeus stopped the Erinyes because the mortal was going to
strike it down. That still doesn’t make sense. “Why do you
care?”
“Selene, I do not care. However, in the span of a day, you
have evoked the Horai and the Erinyes.”
“I did not mean to,”
“Then explain, because I thought I made myself clear.”
I fell in love with a mortal. I don’t say anything but I look
away from Zeus, gazing at a clear sky. I choke on a sob
and force myself not to cry.
Staring ahead, I bite down on my bottom lip. “Let’s get this
over with.”
“Get what over with?” Zeus asks.
“The punishment.”
“Selene, this entire situation is by far a lot worse than just a
punishment.”
“Well then, let me go.”
“No, you need to explain things to me because I did you
favor. You are acting like dealing with the Horai and the
Erinyes was a small matter.”
Glaring, I snap. “I did not ask for a favor.”
“Well then, by all means, I’ll summon the Horai so you can
be at their mercy.” Zeus raises a hand—once he snaps
those large blunt fingers, they would appear.
Quickly, I speak out. “I-I don’t know what happened.” “You need to give me more of an answer.”
My brain goes over every event that has occurred. From
the most recent to all the way back when Gaea had first
shown my siblings and me the mortal realm.
I can feel the emotions rising, thinking how everything got
so messed up. I do not understand how I got to this forlorn
point. I mean, I do in one sense but in another, I’m lost.
Tears brimmed my bottom eyelids.
Do not cry in front of Zeus. He’ll figure out how messed up
you are.
Not even the gods on Mount Olympus can cry—no gods
cry!
Zeus speaks more softly, but the hardness underlying his
tone hasn’t gone away. “Selene, I need to understand what
is going on with you.”
“I want to be with a mortal,” I tell him, not regretting my
words.
“I am willing to fight for you and me.” That was what
Endymion had said.
My lip trembles as I think about how I left earth.
Was Endymion looking for me after Zeus and I
disappeared?
Did he really think that I was coming back?
I hadn’t promised Endymion that I would, but why would he
think otherwise? After all, I hadn’t explained to him about the ring and that it was gone, therefore… I can’t swallow
past the lump in my throat.
Endymion would think that I abandoned him if after a few
days I don’t return. I never wanted to do that. I at least
wanted to say a proper farewell, not disappear into a
blinding white light never to be seen again.
Zeus narrows his gaze on me. “Selene, what did you do?”
The tears fall through my lashes, “I would sneak to Earth to
see a human.”
Did I not fight for us every time I left home to see
Endymion?
He thought that I wasn’t fighting for him.
I never wanted to fight for us, but not in a bad way. I only
thought that I could never fight and win. I assumed that like
everything else in my life there is a way to life, a balance,
and it couldn’t work. But then tonight, Endymion had fought
for me, despite telling him to let me go. Despite everything,
he risked his life against the Erinyes to protect me.
He fought for me and for our love.
I’m a horrible goddess!
I don’t do anything with the tears or wipe them away. I let
Zeus see me in my saddest state because he caused this
when he and Gaea came up with the decree to keep me
away.
My heart is throbbing so terribly, it’s actually hard to
breathe. Every part of my body is aching and not just from
the physical trauma I had suffered. My chest is crying, mourning its loss. A broken song that only I can hear and
feel.
“I hadn’t gotten a chance to tell him that I wanted to stay
on earth,” are my heavy broken words riddled with grief.
“He never understood that it was a difficult decision to
make.” Maybe we are better off, or maybe he just wanted
to see you fight for him.
On a frustrated breath, I turn away from Zeus and walk out
to the side. I keep walking until the grass is tickling my
bare feet, and I stop a few inches away from a cliff. I look
out on Olympus, in all of its magnificent glory.
It’s almost as wondrous as earth in the sense that
everything here is flawless. Earth is without a doubt inferior
to Olympus in every way, but it has its allure. It’s ugly and
beautiful all at the same time.
“Selene,” I hear Zeus behind me. “The mortal world has
corrupted you.”
Yes, thank you for being observant.
“I know,” I snap. “It made me weak, I get it. Are you going
to berate me for my mistakes?” More tears fall
uncontrollably, but that is the least of my problems. Earth
made me weak and confused with constant conflicting
sensations. I do not know how mortals manage to live a life
that way.
“Selene, I would never berate one for expressing their
emotions. Secondly, to feel doesn’t make you weak—in
fact, that only strengthens you as a goddess.”
His kind words draw in my attention, so I turn on my heel
to face him. At first, I don’t say anything. I only stare at Zeus like I hadn’t understood every word he said. When
my brain had enough time to confirm that what he said
actually came out of his mouth, I reply.
“How can you say that when you and Gaea have gone
through harsh lengths to keep me here?”
“Can I tell you a secret—and it has to stay between you
and me.” I nod, afraid of his response. “I was only acting
on Gaea’s requests,”
“Then why did you pass the decree?”
“I may be the king of all gods, but Gaea is the mother of all
life. However, despite everything, you still managed to do
what you wanted. Tell me, were you with Pan?”
I shake my head, “He was lying.” Although if he asked me
who got me the ring, what would I say? Despite everything
that happened between us, would I tell Zeus that Pan was
the one who got me the ring? Hoping that wasn’t the next
question, I say quickly. “I did not mean to be disrespectful,”
Zeus watches me, “No, you simply wanted to do what you
wanted to do.”
“It wasn’t like that,” I tell him, unable to look him in the
eyes. My bottom lip trembles. “Do you not share the same
fears as Gaea?”
Zeus shakes his head. “I have never told you that I share
her fears. But what I am about to tell you is because you
have crossed an irreversible line.” He says the word
‘irreversible’ like I’m on a damnable path. “Selene, I am not
standing here to only reaffirm what you already know.
You’ve indulged, dipped your toes into the sacred pool of
forbidden pleasures. Even you cannot change your path.

Pain and suffering will always be present from now on, but
happiness is there intertwined. You have to be willing to
find and embrace it. Your mind’s eye has opened and you
are now susceptible to knowledge like never before.
Emotions will wage wars inside of you and you will need to
learn to control the tides.”
Heeding his words, I murmur. “What if I don’t want to deal
with it?”
“You should have never gone to earth.”
“It can’t be reversed? What if I never return to back earth?”
“Selene, you chose your path. Now you have to deal with
consequences. You stripped away all of your innocence
and you may decide to never return to earth, but you will
forever remember the mortal world and all that happened.
It will feel like a wound that has never healed, forever
gnawing right here.” Zeus places a hand on his chest and
for the first time ever, I start looking at the god of all gods
in a whole other light.
Zeus sounds like he knows what he’s talking about. He
sounds like he may understand what I’ve been going
through.
“I messed up,” I said to Zeus.
He shakes his head, “Selene, you didn’t mess up. Your
eyes have been opened,”
“That sounds like I messed up. I’m crying, gods don’t cry.”
“The tears of gods are sacred.”
“Scared, or did you mean confusing or weak? Or—” “That is not what I mean.”
“Then please enlighten me, because these overwhelming
sensations do not feel good. Simply thinking about Endy
—”
I stopped my thoughts, my words.
“Selene, I do not mean that literally. If we share any traits
with the mortals, it’s that there is a sacredness in tears, for
it does not show one’s weakness but in fact the opposite. It
shows power and speaks a thousand times more than the
tongue. They are the herald of devastating sorrow, of deep
contrition and of indefinable love.” Studying me carefully,
he adds, “Like the love you shed for the mortal Endymion.”
“How do you know that name?”
Ignoring me Zeus asks, “Are you honestly smitten with the
mortal?”
“What does it matter what he means to me? I can no
longer see him again and I just want to forget. Since you
brought me back here, all I am feeling is sick and all I want
to do is cry. You say shedding tears makes one powerful,
but it feels the opposite.”
“You still haven’t answered my question.”
“Yes, I’m more than smitten with the mortal. I feel like he is
where I belong, but apparently, I got that wrong.”
Zeus takes me in. “Don’t worry about the Horai and the
Erinyes.”
Why would he say that? I have no need to worry about them because I cannot go
back—wait. What?
I watch him carefully, thinking that my ears are deceiving
me. “What are you saying to me?”
“It’s another one of our little secrets.”
“Why would you withdraw your decree?”
“The mortal would be your distraction. We cannot afford
the balance to be disrupted because you miss the human.
The dull ache will never cease, and it will upset you to the
point of Gaea’s fears.”
“Won’t Gaea be upset?”
“Yes, at first. However, even Gaea won’t be able to deny
the truth.” Zeus studies me for a moment and after a
heartbeat, he says. “Selene, if this is the path you want,
know that it will not be easy and I should warn you of Pan’s
flute,”
I ask, “What about it.”
“Remember when I told how it came to be?” I nod my head
and he continues, “Pan can use it to control one’s desire. I
told you that Pan wants what he cannot have and he wants
you. Always remember that,”
Control desires are the only words swarming around in my
mind. I hear the whisper of his flute, the harmonious
melody as if Pan was here. But he wasn’t.
Mine, are Pan’s words.
I close my eyes, I am not.
Zeus is still talking, “He cannot be trusted. So you be
careful,” he stares at me one last time, while I don’t say
anything to mention Pan’s flute or awareness of his
melody. But I am very aware of it. I love to hate it. Like
whenever I’m with Pan, I am both scared and excited.
No, I shake my head. It can’t be true.
This is all too much to be dealing with now.
“Selene you can leave. But remember, no matter what
decision you chose there will always be consequences,
good or bad. Never forget who you are; never forget it is
not just you.” And with those words, Zeus lifts a hand and I
am no longer on Olympus.
I blink, realizing that I am back on earth.

Chapter 14
Endymion.
His name whispers through my mind as the sun beams
down on me.
I look up ahead and see a huge stone castle. I’m in the
same spot where the Erinyes had dropped me. I hear
people whispering around me and looking around, they are
staring at me like I’m out of place.
I ask one of the male mortals, “Endymion, where is he?”
The man informs me that after the light had disappeared,
taking the demon with it, Endymion had gone into the
stables, saddled up his horse, and rode off. I will assume
by “demon” he meant the Erinyes.
I ask the mortal if he has any idea where Endymion was
going but he doesn’t. I ask the others watching me with
curious gazes; none of them have a clue.
He’s going to Mount Latmus.
It makes sense, because where else would he go?
I had disappeared into a blinding white light and he had
made it clear that he wants me in his life. Endymion had
made it clear that he was going to fight for me, for us, and
so he would not give up when I disappeared.
Endymion is going to the only place we have always met in
secret. Thanking the mortals, I allow my thoughts to drift to Mount
Latmus. Within seconds, I’m gone from the castle. A cool
breeze caressed my face, and the ocean aroma settles in
my lungs. The towering mountain stands behind me.
I walk toward it and inside, it’s dark. I can’t help it as my
feet pick up the pace. Soon I’m running while my heart is
drumming excitedly, to lay eyes on Endymion. To smell
him, to gaze into his captivating green eyes, and to have
him hold me. I’ve been kept from his embrace for far too
long, though it’s only been from this morning, it feels like
forever.
I slow my pace when I don’t see any lit candles in the
distance.
It’s dark and cold.
“Endymion,” I call out and when I don’t hear anything I
completely still.
He’s not here.
Where else would he go?
I turn back on my heel and know that if Endymion is
looking for me, he will return here if he hasn’t already. He
has to know that I would never abandon him, at least not
willingly. He has to know that.
***
I watch the bright sky turn an assortment of colors as the
sun lowers. Inside of me, I feel the unavoidable pull. I need
to assist with awakening the moon.

Disappearing back home, Eos and Helios greet me upon
my arrival.
I smile hoping that my siblings would return the gesture
and Helios is the only one. Eos doesn’t look too happy with
me and I know it’s because of Pan. He worried her when
he purposely told my sister that he couldn’t find me,
knowing that I was with Endymion. When Eos tried to look
for me and I wasn’t anywhere to be found, she brought her
worries to Zeus.
Pan had tried to make it seem like he was being nice,
taking my punishment but I saw through that. What did he
honestly think that he was going to accomplish?
Was Zeus right, Pan’s flute can evoke desires?
Why would he lie to me?
Think about it, Selene. Every time you are with Pan, he
plays his flute.
Worry about Pan later, right now you have more important
things to be worrying about.
Helios gives me a hug and shortly after Eos. I don’t give
my siblings a chance to ask me any questions. I hurry to
the golden landing and I climb the steps, and the moment I
reach the apex my body is overtaken with unyielding,
rhythmic movements. My first stance and silver dust fall
from the cosmos. My mind, body, and soul can’t help the
silent call. Another graceful motion, and soon the orbs
appear out of nowhere. Like Eos’ ceremonial dance, the
orbs drift toward me in a dreamlike flow the more I move to
silent music.
I’m lost within myself, and a sense of calmness settles
over me. A flurry of butterflies tickle my insides and I’m at
peace. Embraced and safe. Like Endymion is holding me.
When I open my eyes, I know that my ceremonial duties
have been completed. Stepping down the steps, I catch
Helios’ gaze. He wants to talk, I can’t.
Not at the moment.
I leave my home and return to the mortal realm. I’m
overtaken with remorse but I can’t deal with that right now.
Just like I can’t think about Pan. I need to see Endymion, I
need to know that everything is okay.

Chapter 15
I return to Mount Latmus and the radiant moonlight engulfs
me. I bask under it for a short while, before I quickly turn
and run into the cave. Halfway inside, I stop when I don’t
see any candles lit. I turn back around, wondering where
Endymion could be.
He thought that you abandoned him, warns a small voice.
I shake my head. No, how could he ever?
Soon, I will see him riding on his horse.
I wait.
Still no sign of him.
I wait some more.
No Endymion, no horse.
I still wait and half the night goes by, but I do not see my
mortal.
Frustrated, I think of his castle and I’m there. I’m at the
same spot outside when the mortals were gawking at me.
Currently, the area is empty—no staring humans—but loud
music plays far in the distance.
I follow the commotion, crossing over a bridge. I walk
through an opening in a huge stone wall that looks like it
would have circled the entire castle property. The farther I
walk, the louder the sounds becomes, and I soon see
mortals laughing and talking. Some are wearing masks and others not, but generally, everyone looks like they are
having fun.
Tonight is the night of the festival.
Noticing that there is a man handing out masks, I stop in
front of him and ask the mortal for one. He hands me a
mask, which I place over my face. It covers my eyes and
the half of my nose, leaving the bottom half of my face
uncovered.
I continue on my journey, searching for my king and taking
in every part of this wild evening event. Finally, I notice a
large crowd. Standing on a tall podium is Endymion; he’s
talking to his people and thanking them for coming. The
guards below the podium then throw silver trinkets out into
the crowd. Everyone is lively and jubilant.
Endymion continues talking about tonight’s event and
when he brings up his bride-to-be, my ears perk up.
Suddenly, I’m standing on the tip of my toes, trying to see
over the person in front of me.
That same woman who came into his room. The one with
the blond hair, struts onto the podium—Endymion had
called her Arianna. When he extends out his hand she
places hers within his. Endymion closes his hand around
hers and pulls the woman toward him.
My heart clenches and whispers, No.
Arianna’s giggles are poison in my veins. Everyone around
me starts chanting that Endymion should kiss her. Kiss his
bride-to-be.
“Kiss her!”
“Kiss her!”
“Kiss her!”
I feel like shrinking into the earth. I can do nothing else but
stand on the tip of my toes and stare as he does just that.
Endymion dips Arianna and all I can think about is the last
time his arms were wrapped around me.
Endymion kisses her and I swear my heart cracked right
down the middle.
No.
I fall back on my heels as the crowd woos Endymion and
his bride on. After they are done, I hear the mortal tell
everyone to enjoy themselves. Walking around the crowd,
I reach to the side where Endymion and his bride-to-be
had exited the platform. He’s now talking to the guards,
their backs to me.
Arianna turns and her brown eyes catch mine. “What are
you doing here?” Her harsh voice sends a wicked chill
down the ridge of my back.
Endymion pivots as well to see who Arianna was speaking
to and finds me. There is no expression on his beautiful
face. “You should leave,” are his well-tempered words.
I take off my mask.
His thick, black eyebrows do not draw together. His body
doesn’t tense with my presence, and his green eyes don’t
flare with rage. Hadn’t he thought that I abandoned him?
Everything about him is too calm.
I say the only words that are able to come to mind. “I didn’t
abandon you.”
“It does not matter: you made your choice and I made
mine.”
I shake my head, not agreeing with his words. “Endymion,
my choice has always been you. I may have been afraid to
say it at times, but it’s the truth.” Stepping toward him, I
take his hand within my own.
He warns, “I will not ask you twice.” He pulls his hand
away as if I were something horrid, never to be touched.
“Endymion…” My thoughts are swirling and I can’t think
straight.
Arianna replies, “You’ve strung the king along for far too
long. Can’t you see that he has made up his mind?”
No, I can’t believe it. “We can give this a real chance now.”
His laugh is bitter—the first emotion I had gotten out of
him. “Now we can give this a real chance?”
Taking another step, I can feel my toes touching the tip of
his boots. “Yes, I’m sorry I took so long to tell you,”
Endymion isn’t Pan and he doesn’t have a flute to
manipulate my thoughts and feelings. This is real, the pain
is real.
The love is real.
Arianna says from behind me, “Oh this is absurd. You are
making a fool of yourself.”
Endymion leans toward me and I catch wind of his scent.
My knees falter, as I can now feel his breath on my right cheek.
“Selene, you were right all along: we do not belong. We
have two different worlds and I’m only pleased that I saw it
now before it was too late.” With those words he
withdraws, leaving my skin to feel cold and barren.
My eyes tear up. “You can’t believe that!”
“I do,”
“Something is wrong—this is not you, Endymion.” It can’t
be him. Without hesitation, I close in the remaining space
between us and crane my neck to kiss him. To feel and
taste the real him. To prove to him that I am willing to be
the woman he needs me to be.
When our lips touch, at first it feels like everything will be
okay. Our kisses always makes the world seem better. I
get the tease of the butterflies starting to flutter—it’s a
whisper of beseeching expectations. But within moments,
unkind hands grab me at the back of my neck.
Endymion jerks me away. “If you are looking for someone
to fill the void between your thighs, I’m your king. It’s been
long overdue—don’t you think you owe me the pleasure of
savoring that sweet little cunt of yours?”
Pan’s words are a vicious attack. He’s what you want, but
does he know what you need? Does the mortal know how
you love to be kissed and where? Does he know how to
touch you just right?
Endymion is what I want and need, both physically and
emotionally.

Tears fall down my cheeks, and I can’t swallow past the
lump lodged in my throat. This is not him, although it looks
like the man I had fallen in love with. Endymion would
never be this cruel to me—he would adore me.
Just earlier today I could see his admiration for me with
those green eyes, felt it emanating from his gaze. But
tonight there is no life, no love.
Arianna advises him, “Have the guards bring her back to
your chambers—you can have fun with your goddess.”
He pauses, as if thinking, and within a heartbeat Endymion
releases me. “I suggest you never show your face in Elis
again.”
With those final words, Endymion and his bride-to-be walk
away. Arianna looks back on me with a wicked gleam in
her brown eyes and a victorious smirk.
The guards follow shortly after and I’m left in the streets of
Elis. I watch the mortal I love walk away with another
woman. I’m left with the bitter memories of his words and
how he treated me. Yet despite everything, I still can’t
make myself believe it all.
The memories seem false, but they just happened.
His words seem foreign, but they came out of his mouth.
How could this be the same man, who proclaimed his love
for me this morning and was willing to risk his life to protect
me? Earlier, I was what he wanted and by night his mind
has completely changed?
What is going on?

Did Zeus have something to do with Endymion and his
sudden change of perspective? Was this a trick—did Zeus
grant my access to earth only to persuade the man I love
against me?
If so, why?
If not Zeus, Pan had to have influenced my mortal. Or
maybe Arianna talked nonsense into his ear?
Anything could have happened, and I would never know.
Endymion expressed that he doesn’t love me anymore, but
that was a lie. It has to be. I can’t bring myself to believe it.
Go home.
He loves me.
Go home.
If you don’t go home, he’ll do far worse than what Pan has
already done.
Go home!
Closing my eyes, I feel the tears streaming down my
cheeks and chin.
Before I know it, I’m inside of Endymion’s chambers. I look
around me and settle down on a chair, knowing that I am
not going anywhere until he tells me what is going on.


To be continueeeeee...

Chapter 16
I can feel it, the shift in the air as the moon has only a few
hours left to bask in the night. Outside, the mortals have
calmed with their festival when it began to rain heavily. The
music had quieted and the blaring voices of laughter and
excitement were coming to an end.
Through my wait, I wonder if he acted that harshly toward
me because of Arianna. Endymion had said it was a
marriage of convenience. Maybe something happened
after Zeus had taken me back to Olympus. Maybe
Endymion couldn’t get himself out of the wedding. After all,
it was happening in less than a week.
I drive myself crazy, sitting here and waiting for Endymion.
I begin tracing my thumbs and fidgeting with my fingers.
My head snaps up, upon hearing voices in the hallway.
The footsteps and voices near the room and my heart
begins pounding. I’m holding my breath by the time the
sounds have disappeared down the hall, away from the
bedroom door. Inhaling, I all but choke on the air when the
door suddenly opens and in walks Endymion.
My heart pauses as his gaze settles on me, and he closes
the door behind him. The hair on my forearm rises; I
swallow the sudden pool of saliva, unsure of his response.
I feel feverish as he saunters toward me, never once
releasing me from his cutting gaze. I want to say
something but I’m afraid of his words, afraid I won’t be able
to handle the final verdict.
I pray that his words and actions were all a ruse.
My heart is thundering, pelting itself against my rib cage.
Once upon a time, I thought it wanted to hand itself over to
Endymion. Now it seems it wants to flee the darkness
that’s glistening inside of his vibrant emerald eyes.
No, this is not the mortal I fell in love with.
Endymion devours me with a stare, “I see you’re taking me
up on my offer.”
“What has happened to you?”
“The truth.”
I shake my head. “I told you the truth.”
“No, my greedy little goddess. You played me like a
puppet.” Endymion raises his hand into the air and splays
out his fingers as if he’s controlling a string puppet. “And
like the mortal fool that I am, I fell in love with the delicate
beauty of the moon goddess. Her exquisite radiance
engulfed me within her lies and deception of what she
would call love.”
“I was not intentionally deceiving you, and you had never
told me about Arianna.”
He takes a quick stride toward me; frightened, I step back,
almost tripping over my own two feet. Endymion grabs
onto my arm and jerks me forward. My hands regretfully
brace against his chest. It feels nice underneath the soft
fabric, and a shaky breath escapes my lungs. My body
shudders to be so close to him, smelling him, and I’m
conflicted because I know I shouldn’t be aroused. I should
be cautious, anything other than feeling my nipples perk
and my sex throb.
It clenches not once, not twice, but more than three times,
demanding to be filled. Another betrayal from my physical
body.
His hold tightens on my arm, and I withhold a groan with
his restraint. Endymion leans down toward my face but I
turn away from him. “Let me go,” I plead softly, knowing
that I don’t stand a chance. There is no Pan and no flute.
No deception and manipulation.
It’s raw desire in its truest, ugliest form.
“Selene.” His voice is a whisper against my ear. “Despite
everything that I’ve said, one thing that I know is true: you
want my cock inside of your tight little cunt. I dare you to
say otherwise.”
Still gazing across the room, I answer, “Not like this.”
He chuckles—that damn sound always has me weak in the
knees. “Not like what?” he asks. His hot tongue licks my
earlobe and I swallow back a moan—any sound at all
would give him the upper hand.
I need to leave.
I push against him with my free hand. He groans and
within seconds he releases my hand, dips down, and
throws me over his shoulder.
I scream at him as he moves across the room, “Endymion!
Put me down!”
“As the goddess wishes.” And then he tosses me down.
I bounce on something soft—a bed. I let out a relieved
breath, but before I can gather my thoughts Endymion grabs my ankle and he pulls me toward him. He positions
himself between my thighs and gropes my legs with such
roughness that sets my blood on fire.
He takes in a breath. “So smooth.”
“I don’t want to do this,” I lie, but I can’t escape because
my body doesn’t want to leave.
Grabbing onto my inner thighs, he takes in another sharp
breath. “Liar.”
I shake my head, trying to will myself to fight. “You aren’t
you,” is my small attempt. All I get from him is another
wicked chuckle before his hand slips under my gown and
finds my sex. His fingers push past my wet folds, and I
sucked in a sharp breath of my own.
“Ah, there’s your greedy little sex,” he murmurs.
I freeze.
“How much do you want me?”
More than you will ever know.
I don’t answer him, I can’t. My body is betraying me and so
will my words.
He goads, “Tell me how much you want to feel my cock
inside of you.”
I want your cock inside of me.
“Selene.” His raucous voice is like a drug to my ears. “I
had the flavor of your pussy on my tongue, and I didn’t
even get a thank you.
“I was g—” I stop, with my mouth stuck open when a little
piece of euphoria cripples my sex.
Endymion rubs my clit with two of his fingers. “I’m sorry,”
he taunts. “I believe you were telling me how greedy your
divine cunt is. Isn’t that why you were withholding yourself,
you thought that I didn’t deserve to be buried inside of
you?”
Shaking my head, I’m unable to answer as his fingers
continue to rub my sensitive nub more fiercely. My eyes
close and I know I should fight, but I can’t. I bite back a
moan.
When my hips buck against his sexual wrath, Endymion
stops and my eyes spring open.
“Say the words,” he urges. “Your greedy cunt wants me.”
Withdrawing his fingers, he brings them up to his lips and
sucks on my wetness. I swallow the ravenous hunger
raging inside of my stomach.
I can’t say those words.
When I don’t answer, he lowers his hand back to my sex
and begins his sexual onslaught. I don’t know if this is a
punishment or reward, but if feels horribly amazing.
Endymion keeps wringing me tighter and tighter, winding
me up with the bittersweet bliss on the horizon and when
I’m there, right on the crest, he withdraws.
“You know what I want to hear.”
Barely able to open my eyes and on a strained breath, I
murmur, “Endymion…” I can’t get out the rest of the
sentence. “I’m sorry He looks at me, amused.
Why do I keep screwing everything up?
Maybe this world was never meant for me.
Endymion’s gaze pierces my soul. “Always lying.”
His words cut my heart. “Do what you want to me.”
I deserve that after all, don’t I?
I expect him to resume but he pauses for a moment too
long. When I narrow my disheartened sight on the mortal, I
find him staring. He’s not moving, and his gaze is empty.
Hesitantly I ask, “Are you all right?”
He doesn’t respond.
Sitting up on my elbows, I ask him again, but no response.
On a next breath—as if he snapped out of whatever trance
he was in—he looks down on me.
“Selene!” His voice is familiar; there’s affection on his tone.
Love.
“Endymion…”
Suddenly his eyes widen. “Don’t believe my words.”
Drawing my thighs together, I sit up. “What is going on?”
“You need to leave,” he says urgently, grabbing my arm
and hauling me from the bed.
“Wait, you should come with me.”
“I cannot disappear—I am King of Elis.
Without thinking, I throw myself against his body and
standing on the tip of my toes, I kiss him deeply.
Endymion breaks away from the kiss. “Selene, you need to
leave.”
“Not without you.”
“Ari—”
The door opens behind us and I swivel on my heels to find
Arianna sauntering into the room. She closes the door
behind her.
Arianna says simply, “Endymion, confine the goddess.”
Instantly, I feel Endymion’s hand grab my arm from behind.
I fight against his hold. “Endymion, what has she done to
you?”
Arianna laughs. “You are quite the stubborn goddess.”
“Why are you abiding by her commands?” I ask Endymion.
“I opened his eyes.”
“You manipulated him against me.”
“He sees the truth.”
“You do not know anything of the truth.”
“I know that you two can never be and you know that.
Deities and mortals cannot be happy together. You strung
him along like a lost puppy and turned him against me.
Selene, you almost got him murdered with that demon that
came after you.”
I argue, “I never strung him along.”
Endymion twists my hand behind my back and I cry out.
“Are you still lying?”
“I’m not lying!”
Arianna says, “You are selfish, and we need to get rid of
you. Endymion, we can’t have her awake.”
I think of my home. I try to return to the heavens, but I’m
still here.
Why can I not leave?
His tight grip turns me around, and Endymion says, “See
you when you awake.” His hands cover my mouth and
nose, stopping me from breathing. I thrash against him as
best as I can, but with the lack of air I pass out.

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Chapter 17
Streaks of crimson light glow in the darkness. They gently
touch my skin, rubbing softly with warm, dainty strokes. I
bask in the touch, the jaunty caress, but I can’t move. My
limbs are… I’m not too sure. All I know is that I can’t feel or
move them, and the funny thing is that I don’t care.
Where am I?
My skin feels cool and wet. I feel water flowing against my
flesh, which makes me think that I must be floating in a
river. It’s still dark, and the crimson light glowing around
me are Eos’ and Helios’ ceremonial orbs.
Why would they be performing in the dark? Or together, for
that matter.
“Calista…”
That’s Pan’s voice.
“Go away,” I say to him—at least I think I said those words,
although my lips don’t move. But I hear the words in my
mind and all around me, echoing into the thick, lush forest
of Arkadia.
No longer floating in a river, I am now standing and I see
foliage everywhere.
“Calista, it’s time to wake up.” His voice is an echo.
I want to stay here forever. “Leave me alone.”
“Wake up!” Pan roars, and my eyes pop open.
Immediately I inhale deeply. Feeling the burning at the
back of my throat, I start coughing. I can feel something
restraining my limbs when I sit up.
I’m wet—why am I wet?
When my eyes are able to focus, I first see candles. Many
little flames encircle the entire area, and it hits me that I am
in Mount Latmus. The bottom of my chiton is wet from the
small amount of water on the ground. Which also makes
sense why I was coughing—I awoke with the side of my
face in the water. It isn’t that high; it doesn’t even reach my
kneecaps.
If I can get my hands free I can use the water to my
advantage.
Arianna’s voice rings throughout the temple walls, “The
goddess has awoken.”
“Why are we here?” I ask, turning to her voice. “Just let me
go, and you will never see me again.”
That is a lie. After Endymion had proven to me that the real
him, was still in there, I can never leave Arianna alone with
him, ever.
I catch sight of Endymion standing behind her, and
something is in his grasp.
Arianna takes a step toward me, her feet sloshing in the
low water. “Yes, because everything in life is that easy.”
“It can be,” I say, then feel horrible because if only I had
thought that everything was that easy with Endymion.
Cautiously I wiggle my wrists, trying to get a feel of what is
keeping me confined. The coarse, itchy texture lets me know that it’s rope. “Well unfortunately for you, I don’t like
the easy path.” Behind my back, I wiggle my fingers to get
a feel of my limitations, for my ability to manipulate water. I
won’t be able to attack Arianna or Endymion like this.
The female continues. “It’s a shame that it had to come
down to this, a goddess versus a mortal. But when you
suddenly showed up and stole Endymion’s attention away
from me, I couldn’t have that.”
“You knew about us?” Like Pan had.
I was worried about the gods on Mount Olympus seeing
what I was up to, but I didn’t realize that the ones who
would do us most harm are those on earth.
“Of course. There is not a move my future husband makes
that I am not aware of.”
Glancing at Endymion, I wonder why he’s silent.
Arianna catches my sight. “Don’t bother—I told him not to
pay you any mind.”
Told him.
“He said that it was a marriage of convenience.” I needed
to keep her distracted long enough to figure something out.
She frowns. “Yes, but we could have had it all—power,
riches and love would come. We would have been a
mighty nation with our combined kingdoms, ruling together
as equals, but then he started to sneak out at nights. At
first, I thought it was a night stroll, but it started happening
more frequently. To find out about you, a moonlight
goddess manipulating my fiancé—imagine how shocked
and upset I was. “Do you love him?”
“Love?” Arianna asks like it’s a word she didn’t know. “You
need more than love to control a nation.”
“I fell in love with Endymion from the first time I laid eyes
on him. I am sure he fell in love with me at that same
moment as well.”
She studies me with a glower. “Well, your love won’t be
able to save you. In fact, I would have assumed you were
more powerful. I guess everyone has a weakness and
yours is this beautiful charm,”
“Charm?” I ask.
“Oh yes, I was told that you would try to escape.” Arianna
dips between her cleavage and pulls out a necklace. “This
beautiful jewelry is the reason why you couldn’t escape. It
stops you from… I don’t know… however you appear and
disappear.”
“That’s how you’re controlling Endymion,” I say putting
everything together.
She nods her head, “This little pendant is quite powerful.
However, I would not say control—I like to think of it as
opening his eyes. Endymion needed a little guidance for
him to understand that you were using him.”
I was not using him! “Who gave that to you?”
“I do not know but he had these dreadful horns, he was
quite intimidating. Endymion…” She calls to him and on
command, he steps forward. I see him clutching something
and the tight grip of the rope loosens around my wrist.
Just a little bit more.
Arianna smiles mischievously. “You know what, Selene? In
all honesty, this is all happening because of you.”
Yeah, I think I already established that.
“What do you mean?” I ask instead.
“When you brought that demon into our kingdom and that
savage fight broke out, one of its claw had broken off.
Show her, Endymion.”
He complies, opening his hand.
My sight falls on a huge black talon. It’s almost the size of
his palm, and that’s pretty huge considering Endymion’s
hands aren’t small.
“The god was kind enough to inform me that if this
penetrates your heart, you will suffer an eternity in the
underworld. Lost amongst the many souls, never to be
found. Supposedly once it gets in there, something
happens and it can never come out. No more moonlight
goddess, no more deception.”
Closing his hand, Endymion now grips the talon in a
threatening grasp and Arianna commands that he put that
thing into my heart.
Fighting with the lingering rope, I finally get it free. Not
wasting a second, I fling out my hand and aim the water
into a point. A sharp blade-like tide forms from the water
and strikes the necklace around Arianna’s neck, shattering
the pendant.
Endymion drops the talon and staggers back, holding his
head.
Arianna screams, “What have you done!” Quickly, she runs
past him and drops to her knees, searching for the talon in
the water.
I yell for Endymion, who stumbles into the cave wall,
disoriented. When he doesn’t respond, I stand up from the
wet ground and with a flick of my wrist, I lift all the water
from the ridged ground. It hits Arianna in her face before
reaching the ceiling.
While she’s struggling to wipe her face dry, I see the black
talon and leap to grab it. At that same moment, Arianna
snags her hand over my own and we wrestle for the talon.
Somehow, it manages to slip from both of our grasp and
lands by Endymion’s feet.
I hold back a thrashing Arianna, while Endymion picks up
the talon. I yell at him, “Take it and leave!”
At first, I am unsure if he heard me correctly because he
doesn’t budge. Maybe he’s still under her control. But
when he asks me if I can handle Arianna, I answer with a
haste nod. Focusing back on the female, I do not know
what to do because she won’t stop attacking me. She’s like
a wild being possessed.
I don’t see the blatant attack, but I feel it and stumble to
the ground, feeling dizzy. Struggling to get back up,
Arianna kicks me over, sending me tumbling to the side. I
see a bloody rock in her hand. The room spins, and the
water that I had been holding up in the ceiling comes
crashing down, soaking both of us.
Two Arianna’s are cursing and wiping their faces with the
water. Two rocks, two ceilings, and double the amount of
candles. I groan, attempting to sit up when I see Arianna
about to strike me again. Taking a chance, I lift my hand
and direct the water toward her. It engulfs her body and
almost immediately, she begins choking.
Narrowing my strained vision, I see her struggling and I
watch her unavailing fight. With a groan I force myself to
stand up and before leaving, I swipe my hand. The water
and Arianna drop to the ground. She’s coughing, so I know
she will survive.
Walking back through the tunnel, I use the wall for support
as the dizziness wanes. Upon seeing the entrance I stir
with emotions and my feet seem like they’re dragging, and
my heart is humming.
Approaching the entrance, a cool breeze whips out against
my body. Upon stepping out in the open, there’s a smile on
my face and I see the moon lowering into a background of
purples and blues. The stars aren’t as bright and the shift
in the air is evident.
The sun will be rising soon and Eos will be waking the sun.
I lower my gaze and my smile disappears. My stomach
sinks into a frenzy of raw dread as I narrow my sight on
Pan. Or more importantly, the blood on his fists. The god is
seething with rage, with his massive shoulders rising and
falling.
Pan hovers over Endymion, who’s also covered in blood.
Crimson paints the grass and Endymion’s face with red.
All I am seeing is red, everywhere.
Red.
Red.
Red!
Endymion is unmoving.
A shrilling scream rips out of my throat as I run toward
them, but I fall down, feeling dazed from when Arianna had
hit me over the head.
Please, Endymion cannot be dead.
That cannot be possible, not after everything we went
through to be together. He wouldn’t have stood a chance
against Pan who is almost twice his.
Pan has the nerve to speak, “Calista…”
“What have you done?” I’m crying, knowing exactly the
answer.
“I’m taking back what is mine.”
My glare is blurry when I stand. “I was never yours—you
manipulated me!”
“Calista, you are mine!” Pan’s voice is loud and
domineering as he reinforces his control. “To lose you to a
mortal, I couldn’t fathom the thought.”
“Yours to manipulate, because isn’t that the purpose of
your flute? It arouses desires.”
Silence befalls us as I wait for him to speak. To fight my
argument but Pan allows an extended time to go by.
Finally, he says, “We all have our talents, Calista.
Talents!?
Enraged, I stride toward him. “You told the female about
the talon and she tried to banish me to the underworld.”
“I would have stopped her,”
I stare at Pan, teary-eyed and confused on how he’s so
calm when I can barely control my distraught emotions.
Pan smirks and just like that, the pieces of the puzzle are
coming together.
“That was your plan, wasn’t it? Turn Endymion against me
and use his mortal woman as a threat. Then you would
come to the rescue? Like you did when the Horai was
going to whip me?”
Pan steps over Endymion’s body. “You were the only one,
Calista.”
“You were willing to put my life at risk and for what?”
“You took a chance on me.”
A chance? “What?”
“You were the only one on Mount Olympus to actually see
me,”
I wipe the tears away, “I will never forgive you.”
“In time you will see that the earth was not good for you,”
“You were never good for me!” I scream at Pan and I don’t
realize that both my arms are spread at my sides until it’s
too late. I see the water from the ocean rising high behind
Pan, above the trees in the distance.
A bitter laugh escapes my lips. “You used the only goddess
who actually cared about you. You murdered the only man
that I will ever love.”
“Calista—”
“Leave.”
Pan takes a cautious step toward me. “You will see that I
did you a favor,”
“Leave me alone!” I yell at the god but he keeps moving
closer.
I can’t hold it back.
The water crashes down around Pan in a giant water
bubble and then floats in the air. I step back, watching him
struggle for air, how Arianna fought for her own life.
Then I cry.
My legs collapse and I scream out in absolute rage.
All this for nothing!
Crawling toward Endymion’s lifeless body, I fall into him
and rest my head on his clothed chest. No heartbeat.
I cry out even harder.
No. This is not fair.
“I was coming back for you, for us.” I tell Endymion’s
lifeless body, when abruptly, the skies rumble and Zeus’
bright light splits the dark sky. With a blink of an eye, the
god of all gods is on earth and is standing above me. I look
up at his piercing blue eyes, hiccupping in turmoil.
Zeus says with utmost importance, “You do not want to do
that.”
“I’ll keep him there forever!” Gods cannot die, therefore he
will suffer until the end of time.
“Selene, let me deal with him,”
“The underworld would be too sweet of an escape,”
“Selene…”
On a broken breathe, I look down on Endymion. “He killed
him,”
Zeus kneels down beside me, reaches out and touches my
face gently. “Trust me, Pan will be punished for his this and
when I am through with him, he won’t dare look at you
again.” His gaze is intense and without another word I
release Pan.
The heavy body of water plummets to the earth with a loud
splash. The sound of Pan’s body hitting the earth is an
ample sound that I take pride in.
Pan’s coughs ring out.
With a hoarse voice, I beg, “Leave me alone.”
I bury my head against Endymion and whisper how sorry I
was for everything. He died without knowing how much he
meant to me. I could have fought more while I had him
close. I could have shown him more actions of love.
Instead, I gave him excuses.
In a soft voice, Zeus says to me, “Everything will be okay.”
And he stands up and to Pan, his voice is a roar, “Did you
not think I wouldn’t have known you were the reason for my son’s death?” Zeus is angry as he strides mighty and
dauntless toward the god struggling to stand. The skies
above us booms loudly, the loudness echoing through
growing gray clouds, crackling.
Wait, what? Son?
Pan, wobbling on his hindquarters, smiles faintly. “We do
what we must for love.”
Love? My mind echoes.
What part of this was love?
How he manipulated my body against myself and killed
End—
“Love?” Zeus repeats, enraged. “What do you know about
love?” He takes a step toward Pan.
Zeus and Pan stare at each other fiercely and after a
moment too long Pan says to me. “I will see you soon,
Calista,” before backing away into the woods to disappear.
Upset I yell at Zeus, “You let him go.”
“Trust that I will stay true to my word,”
Not liking what happened, I let it go and focus on what
happened or what was said. “Endymion is your son? Why
didn’t you say something?” That was why he stopped the
Erinye’s, to protect his son.
Zeus informs, “It was not of importance.”
I swallow down the immense heartache. “That was why
you allowed me the freedom to come to earth because I
told you that I loved Endymion, your son.

There’s a ghost of a sad smile when Zeus looks down at
me. “Another one of our little secrets.” His eyes are
focused on Endymion.
How many secrets does Zeus have?
Nevertheless, to Pan, Zeus had mentioned Endymion
being his son like it wasn’t a secret.
Did Pan know?
I ask unsure, a shot in the dark. “Can you do something?”
He shakes his head. “I cannot.”
I don’t believe him. Correction, I don’t want to believe him.
“Cannot or won’t?”
“I cannot. Mortals die and they are born; it’s the way of
their life,” he says simply. And although his words are
passive and he is not in tears like myself, his heart is sore.
You can see the pain in his eyes.
My hands ball against Endymion’s chest, clinging to the
fabric. “But he is not just a mortal: he is your son, and if
there is anyway…”
Silence.
I wait for his response.
Please tell me that there is a way.
More silence as Zeus shifts his attention from Endymion to
me. I look up at him and without words, my gaze begs for
an answer.
Zeus sees the silent plea, hears the sorrowful cry of my
heart. “There is a way, but only because he is a demi god
that this will work.” Zeus takes a moment, “To steal his soul
from Hades, my brother, he will not be pleased but I will
deal with him. And secondly, to go down this path—”
Knowing what Zeus will say, I cut him off. “There will be
unforeseen consequences.”
“Selene, listen to me carefully because once it is done, you
will not be able to return to Olympus, which is why I cannot
do it.”
Never? That’s extreme, but Pan killing Endymion was
extreme.
Arianna using a necklace to control Endymion was
extreme.
A moon goddess falling for a mortal is extreme.
This whole situation is extreme.
I ask, “Will I still be the moon goddess?”
“That is something that can never be taken away from you.
But how you help with the balance, may alter just slightly.”
“How?”
“I do not know, but if you chose to go down this path, you
will need to figure that out. You are changing something
small but vital within the cosmo’s and there will be rippling
effects,”
“Okay, then please tell me what I have to do.
“Give Endymion the ichor that flows through your veins.
Your divine liquid will revive him, and he will awaken.”
Looking down on my forearm, I know it sounds simple
enough. “That’s it?”
Zeus nods his head. “Selene, I have to ask you again, are
you confident that this is the path you want? Is Endymion
the life you want?”
“I can’t imagine a life without him,”
Heeding my words, Zeus says. “Never forget who you are,”
and with those final words, Zeus disappears into a burst of
luster.

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Chapter 18
I do exactly what Zeus had said.
I find a rock with a sharp edge and cut my forearm. When
ivory ichor begins seeping out from the wound, I open
Endymion’s mouth and allow a few droplets.
I wait, but nothing happens. I stay right by his head,
wanting my face to be the first thing he sees when he
opens his eyes, but that does not happen. Endymion
doesn’t move or make a sound.
Time goes by. The sun has fully risen, yet the mortal is still
dead.
I missed Eos ceremonial dance.
One of many that I will never see again.
Standing up, I look around with the sun shining high and
bright, and the blood staining the grass is even more
visible. I look back on Endymion—to be more specific, at
his hand—and don’t see the Erinyes’ talon. He might have
dropped it when Pan attacked him.
I look around the area but can’t find it.
Hurriedly I walk back into Mount Latmus and almost all the
candles have stopped burning.
There is no sign of Arianna—I hadn’t noticed when she
left.
Did she find the talon and disappear?
Or maybe Pan had taken it?
How dare she try to ruin this place for me?
Mount Latmus had held such pleasant memories, but here
is also where Pan caught Endymion and I. It’s also where
Arianna found out about her king and his secret. Endymion
and I both had secrets.
I exist Mount Latmus to see that Endymion still hasn’t
awakened and walking up to his unconscious body I lay
beside him. I place my head on his chest and I stay in that
position for a while. I listen silently, hoping to hear his heart
beating. I pray that he will inhale any moment now, but
nothing happens.
I stay beside my mortal until the sun begins to set and I
feel the call stirring me to sit up. It tugs on something deep
within me and I’m relieved knowing that one thing hasn’t
changed. But something will be different and I just don’t
know what as yet, and that terrifies me.
I feel a surge of comforting heat beckoning me to start, to
dance to the song that only my heart knows. However,
where do I go to complete my ceremonial dance? I’ve only
danced on the golden landing in Mount Olympus.
I close my eyes and think of home, and a small part of me
prays that Zeus was wrong. I’m disheartened when I can
still smell the ocean and feel the cool breeze blowing up
against my body. I swallow past the swollen lump in my
throat and in my minds’ eye; I see Eos and Helios. They
are smiling at me, and I feel the tears falling through my
lashes. I open my eyes to greet the dark sky and despite the
heaviness that had settled within me; I wipe away my
tears. Walking further into the field, I give myself space
from Endymion’s body and I start my ceremonial dance. I
allow the silent call to sway me and it does, only silver dust
doesn’t fall from the heavens. Ignoring the one mishap, I
know I have to push through the motions, and the silver
orbs are not appearing.
My breathing begins to quicken and I force myself to keep
going but I fall, tripping over my own two feet. This is
ridiculous.
“Why is this happening?” I ask out loud and force myself to
stand back up.
The silent song is still present, therefore I need to do this,
but how can I?
It’s not the same, and I sway my body regardless. I try to
allow the rhythmic movements to take control. I try to
ignore the fact that my silver orbs are not present because
they play a vital role.
The orbs are the prayers from the mortals.
Mine, Eos and Helios’ ceremonial dance full fill their
desires and if they are not appearing what does that
mean?
I try to complete my ceremonial dance but all I can think
about is how I ruined everything. How can I still be the
moon goddess when my important ritual is unraveling right
before my eyes?
The dance no longer feels natural and smooth like the ‘call’
is taking control. Don’t get me wrong, I still feel its draw but my body is feeling more burdened than liberated. My mind
can’t let go, to get lost in the tranquility of the silent song,
like on Mount Olympus.
I don’t feel at peace.
What if Zeus lied to me?
Stopping dead in my tracks, I collapse to the ground upset.
I hug my knees to my chest, knowing that I want to stop
but my responsibility, won’t allow such actions. It’s a silent
force not be reckoned with, and I sigh standing up.
Completing my ceremonial dance has never seemed like a
difficult task.
On an exhale, I close my eyes and push myself to continue
despite what was missing. I keep going until the song
within my soul is silent and I’m left feeling empty. Like
something was taken from me, and I look back on
Endymion to see his lifeless body.
Turning away from him, I look up into the night sky and see
all the twinkling stars glistening brightly. The moon is hard
to notice because tonight it’s the smallest sliver possible
and I know its mourning.
We both suffered a great loss.
Zeus did warn me that if I chose the mortal then changes
were going to be on the horizon. I guess I didn’t expect
that it would hit this close to home.
Dropping my gaze back down on the mortal, I hear in the
distance, the galloping of horses. Soon, I see four riders
coming closer to the area. The one in front doesn’t stop
until he reaches Mount Latmus and he pulls the reins to slow down the animal. The other three men behind him
came to a halt as well.
Quickly I make my way over to Endymion, as the four men
climb off their animals. There is one particular mortal who
takes the lead, walking in front of the other three men and
he seemed like he was in charge.
The leader stops short of me, “Who is behind you?”
“None of your concern,” I said readying myself to attack if
these mortal tries to harm myself or Endymion. I used the
water from the ocean with Pan, I can do it again.
The mortal stops just short of me, and I look up at him.
Brown eyes glower on me and I can see in his eyes that he
wants to make a move, when out of nowhere I hear
Endymion inhale loudly.
Instantly, I turn around and fall to my knees when I see him
stirring. I don’t touch him at first or say anything as he sits
up breathing heavily with wide eyes.
The mortal, the one who wanted to know who was behind
me, is the first to speak. “Endymion are you alright?” his
question is laced with worry.
Looking around, Endymion’s eyes first settle on me with
his mouth open taking in as much air as possible and then
his gaze finds the mortal hovering over us.
Endymion swallows hard as if he was drinking the air and
nods his head.
Unable to hold in my happiness, I throw myself against him
and wrap my arms around Endymion. I squeeze tightly,
unable to embrace him any other way and I feel an arm, just one, wrap loosely around me. I feel his body shudder
against my own, I feel his heart beating hard and
determined to stay amongst the living.
The mortal standing over us demands that one of his men
fetch water for their king and I hear someone scurry off to
comply with the demands. Within seconds, Endymion is
handed a metal canteen and I withdraw back to allow him
space to guzzle the water.
When he’s finished, his voice is hoarse. “Damon,”
“Yes, it’s me. Are you okay?” Responds Damon, the one
hovering over Endymion and me.
I look up at Damon when Endymion doesn’t answer him
right away. Damon’s gaze shifts to my own and but he
doesn’t stare very long before he inhales embittered, then
focuses his attention back on his king.
“Endymion…” he tries again and my mortal still doesn’t
answer. Instead, he looks down on his stomach, as his
fingers touch the area where I knew Pan had wounded
him. There’s still so much blood that now has dried and
thickened on the fabric. It cracks as he moves it examining
his body.
The wounds are no longer there.
Damon asks, “Where are you wounded?”
Ignoring his friend, Endymion looks at me and I see over a
thousand questions populating his gaze and I tell him the
only thing that comes to my mind. “I did what I had to do,”
“What did you do?” Endymion asked bothered and there
was a slightly confused undertone.
“He’s been dealt with,” I answer cautiously. “I couldn’t lose
you,” I tell him trying to control my erratic emotions. The
last time we talked, before Arianna had Endymion under
his control, he was begging me to stay. He wanted me to
make a choice and to fight for us. He begged me to trust
him and believe in what we had and I made the ultimate
sacrifice.
He can never question me and my loyalty.
Heeding my words, Endymion doesn’t respond right away
but I know he heard what I said.
Damon speaks out, “Endymion, I need to speak with you.”
Drawing in his attention, Endymion gives Damon is
undivided attention and extends out a hand. Damon takes
it and pulls him from off the ground but he’s unstable for
the first bit. When he’s settled, Damon leans toward him
and whispers into his ear.
Not able to hear what is said, I stand up as well but give
the men space to converse. Within moments, Damon pulls
away and Endymion says right away.
“She said that?”
Damon nods his head and looks at me for no more than a
few seconds. “She said the goddess had taken your life.”
“She’s lying,” I am quick to retort.
Ignoring me, Damon informs Endymion that he sent
Arianna back to her room and it is being guarded. I divert
my eyes away from the men conversing and I have to stop
myself from closing my eyes and disappearing to
Endymion’s castle.
I want to confront Arianna.
I should have left her in that damn water bubble and Pan
as well.
My eyes drop down to my hand when I feel Endymion take
my hand within his grasp and intertwine our fingers. I was
surprised with his actions but I knew it was him because
Damon wouldn’t do such a thing. He was busy glaring
down on me and trying to intimidate me with his stare. It
felt like was trying to read me, trying to pull some kind of
answers out of me without actually using his words.
Endymion closed in the space between us because I had
purposely given the men room to talk. He couldn’t reach
my hand without coming closer and he doesn’t say
anything with his words, but his eyes, they are animated
and gleaming. Endymion adds just the right amount of
pressure, comforting me and I want to throw myself
against him but I restrain myself.
Diverting his gaze, Endymion looks back at Damon.
“Arianna had a charmed necklace to control me and she
tried to murder Selene.”
Murder wasn’t the right word. She wanted to put the
Erinyes’ talon into my heart which would thrust me into the
underworld and I would suffer for all eternity.
He continues, “That’s high treason, and she will be
punished.”
Damon looks on his king surprised. “Endymion, to claim
treason with the princess, her father will not take lightly.
Let’s say what you are saying is true, it will look like this woman seduced you and you are giving up your union for
your mistress.”
By this woman, I will assume he was talking about me.
“You are doubting me?” Endymion wonders not offended
but his voice is stern and curious.
Damon shakes his head and looks his king from top to
bottom. With one hand he gestures at Endymion, “You
were on the ground unconscious just seconds ago and you
are covered in blood.”
“You are doubting me,”
“I am not. I am looking out for your best interest, it is what I
have always done.”
“Then what are you saying, Damon?”
“What you are claiming, we cannot prove and if you claim
that happened, then I will have your back but Endymion,
her father will take the side of his daughter. He will not let
this go,”
“I’ll deal with him,”
“Endym-”
“I said I’ll deal with him,” and Damon tries to argue but
Endymion is quick to shut him down.
My mortal commands that we get back to the castle
because he wants to talk with Arianna. Damon at first
looked frustrated but complies with the demands.
When we reach back to the castle, Endymion once again
entangles our fingers together, and he is instantly informed that Arianna had left. Furious, my mortal instructs over a
dozen men to find her and bring her back. Damon tries to
give guidance to Endymion. He tells him that arresting the
princess and bringing her back against her will might not
help the situation but Endymion doesn’t care to listen.
Soon, I begin to feel eyes on me and looking around I find
confirmation that the mortals are staring and they are
whispering and pointing. I knew I was the source of their
gossip because Arianna came back here spreading lies
that I was the one who murdered their king. Not to
mention, a few days ago I was here when the Erinyes’
attacked and then I came back when Zeus gave me
permission to be with his son.
Why would I not be the topic of conversation when Arianna
and Endymion were to be married in a few days and all of
a sudden here I am?
I tug on Endymion’s hand when I begin to feel
uncomfortable, and he asks. “Are you alright?”
“They are all staring,” I tell him and he looks around to
verify my words and with all the mortals huddled together,
there was no denying anything. Some quickly resume their
responsibilities, some turn away the moment their king
looks their way and some still stare at us. Without saying
anything more, he pulls me through the courtyard to
escape the glaring.
Damon walks not far behind, talking and warning us about
our actions. He’s persistent and seems to think that our
relationship will be bad for Elis. He doesn’t care to inform
that the whispers won’t stop and that they have to get
Arianna under control. If they can convince Arianna to marry Endymion despite everything, then I can be
Endymion’s mistress.
Damon gives over a hundred different options to avoid
what he calls a war.
Up a flight of stairs and down a hallway Endymion finally
stops. I bump into his back and quickly he turns around
and without warning, he grabs my face, dips his head and
presses his lips against my own.
A flush of shivers sweeps down my spine and coils down
to my center. I sink into him, almost immediately as his
tongue swipes at my bottom lip. It’s his way of asking for
the rite of passage. It’s what he has always done and I
eagerly open for him but Endymion withdraws back almost
immediately, leaving me with my mouth open.
I hear Damon behind me, “Fine. You made your point,”
I close my mouth while Endymion kisses me on the
forehead. “Good, now you will not say anything more on
this topic, unless I say otherwise. Do I make myself clear?”
Damon’s voice is tight, “Perfectly clear, my king.” And I
hear the footsteps of Damon leaving us alone in the
hallway. Endymion releases his hold on either side of my
face, and I shift my eyes to see more mortals staring.
Endymion whispers against my cheek, “If they are going to
talk, I’ll give them a reason to gossip.” The mortals scurry
off when their king narrows his glare on them. “Come,” is
all Endymion says stepping back and walking down the
hall. I am quick to follow him and he stops briefly to open a
door to his chambers.
Once inside, I hear the door close behind me and I turn
toward Endymion. We’ve escaped the stares and whispers
from the mortals, and we’re alone.
Actually all alone.
No guards, no servants and defiantly no Damon.
I watch him unsure of what to say and suddenly I’m feeling
more aware of us, of me and how nervous I have become
in a matter of seconds. For a moment, I think that this can’t
be real. That we are here, standing in silence and staring
at each other with no more limitations, no barriers. We are
free to do what we wish but for some reason, I can’t bring
myself to make a move, or to speak to the one man I
fought so very hard for.
Endymion takes a step toward me and I quickly shout out.
“Wait,”
Confused, he asks. “For?”
“I did something,”
“Bad or good?”
“I hope good because you’re here after all.”
More silence as we watch each other, and I want to talk
and tell him everything but I feel like my voice is stripped. I
don’t know what to say, or where to begin. If I should say
anything. Would I upset him with everything that
happened? What if he doesn’t want me anymore? Do I
need to tell him about Pan? The ring and my world. He
needs to understand where I come from and what I did to
bring him back.
I swallow to moisten my dry throat and Endymion takes
another small step toward me. I equal his step back,
remembering the last few days that have gone by in a blur.
A lot had happened, and I honestly had no idea that we
would be here, with nothing else, god or mortal, holding us
back.
I’m afraid if I acknowledge the here and now, it will go up in
flames. I don’t want it to disappear.
I just want to be happy.
“Selene,” he begins continuing to walk toward me and I
don’t stop walking backward. “Why are you trying to avoid
me?”
I shake my head, and I lie. “I’m not,” We can finally be
together, mortal and goddess but for how long?
Endymion doesn’t stop, he weaves through the furniture
closing in on me. “One of the last things that I remember,
after the Erinyes’ had attacked, was that it felt like you
were trying to end things with me.”
I remember that morning clearly. I was terrified that the
Erinyes’ was going to end up hurting one of the mortals
and Endymion. I didn’t want them to suffer because of me.
I wanted Endymion to understand that if he lets the
Erinyes’ take me back to Mount Olympus, then everything
would have been okay.
I purposely didn’t tell him that he would never see me
again. I couldn’t bare the goodbye. It was hard to do then.
It’s heartbreaking to think that if everything I went through
to just be with my mortal, gets ripped away at this very
moment, I don’t know how I would survive.
At the end of the day, I lied and so did he.
I felt the back of my heel connect with the stone wall and
Endymion wasn’t that far behind. It took him a few strides,
and he stopped right in front of me, and he murmurs.
“Was I imagining that?”
I shake my head while looking up at him glaring down on
me. “I only wanted to protect you,” I tell him.
He takes a small step forward and I feel his shoes against
the side of my bare feet.
“Selene—”
“I have to tell you something,” I interrupt quickly and feeling
the familiar twist and knots coiling inside of my stomach. I
need to tell him about Pan, about everything. There is a lot
that we need to discuss.
What if he doesn’t want you?
“Selene—”
“It’s important,” Endymion needs to know.
He needs to listen.
“I don’t care,” and with that, he closes in the remaining
space between us. I hate it because I’m afraid of it all
disappearing. I’m tired of being distraught and upset.
My voice is barely a whisper, “You should care.” I inhale
his aroma, and my eyes flutter on their own accord. “You
need to hear what I have to say because I’ve done things
that might change your mind about me.” My heart picks up
the pace.

Welldone OP and thanks for the update.

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