</i>— Dion is roughly here. </i>
Earlier happenings became no more than a blur within Dionysus’ mind. All he knew now was that he had been running, and to escape whatever frenzied monster was chasing him, he was not allowed to stop. The cold water of the treacherous river coiled around his bones, causing his entire frame to shiver by the time he emerged at its bank, gasping for air.
The monster snapped at his heels.
Time was running out.
His stomach no longer churned from hunger, his muscles no longer ached. They were on fire, burning, and Dionysus was utterly unable to tame the flames. His eyelids were heavy, gaze clouded by smoke. A strange urge to sleep dawned upon him, but something within him screamed not to shut his eyes this time, as though the monster would emerge from the darkness of night and lock its jaws around his throat.
Was this what Bacchus had felt? Had the monster drawn Achilles away?
Unable to run any further, the boy collapsed. He did not know whether Mintaka had followed him. Or if Margarita had listened.
All Dionysus knew was that his strength to go on was hanging by a thread.
Apr 19, 2018 11:39 AM
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