from yelling. “How dare you
hide the truth from me? I demand to know everything you know about
my parents!”
Osiris, Egyptian god of the Dead,
stood up.
Elpis silently stared daggers at him.
He gulped nervously. A satisfying signal to Elpis that he feared
her. The idea that she might be able to defeat the almighty Lords
of the Underworld crept into her mind.
Osiris walked over to the sacred well
and gathered water to spill onto the table. He placed a finger in
the water, revealing a blurry image of a couple working in their
garden.
“These are your parents,” Osiris said,
daring to lock eyes with Elpis.
“Osiris!” shouted Zeus from the other
end of the table as lightning flickered between his fingertips.
“How dare you reveal this information?”
“After all that I have
done for you and all you have done to me, you still wish to hide my parents,
Zeus? ” Elpis
screamed as she pointed a finger at the king of the Greek
pantheon.
Hades stood to confront Zeus, his
younger brother. Before Hades spoke, a cloud of white smoke poured
out of Elpis’ finger and wrapped around Zeus’ throat. Ares roared
in laughter. Hera jumped up to defend her husband and threw a ball
of green light at Elpis.
Hades caught the ball before it struck
Elpis. “An energy ball, Hera? I would have thought Queen of Olympus
could do better than that.”
Elpis, still choking Zeus, pointed her
other finger at Hera, forcing her back into her chair,
immobilized.
Elpis turned back to Osiris with eyes
of fury. “What are their names? Where can I find them?”
“Their names are Týreneas and Arelia,”
said Anath.
“They live on the island of Delos,”
added Apollo, “the birthplace of Artemis and myself. Our mother,
Leto, protects them.”
Elpis stood violently,
knocking over her chair as she released Zeus and Hera.
“ Braight Nathair! ” she shouted.
A giant snake of fire erupted in the
middle of the table. The intensity of the flames evaporated the
watery image of Elpis’ parents. Elpis’ eagle soared above her head
and let out a screech as it embraced its patron’s anger.
The snake hissed and spit fire at the
gods. Many gods vanished from the room while others drew their
weapons to slay the fire serpent. The violet silk between the
columns caught on fire, creating a ring of flames around the
room.
Elpis watched the room go up in blaze
with a triumphant smile as the eagle perched itself on her
shoulder. She snapped her fingers and disappeared from
Olympus.
Below on the island of Delos, Elpis
cautiously approached a small two-story clay house nestled by the
seashore. She held her stomach as her nerves made her nauseous. She
shielded herself with an invisibility cloak that Hades gave her for
defeating Ares in a sparring match when she was twelve. She came to
a gate where her father worked in the garden and her mother played
with an infant boy.
Elpis’ hand shook from her internal
war of jealousy and grief as she watched her family move about
happily without her. She walked through the open gate in the
courtyard and up to her father. Still invisible, she gently placed
a hand on the side of his face.
Tyreneas paused, unable to feel her
hand. A knot twisted in his stomach: a familiar knot that tortured
him every time he remembered the loss of his baby girl.
When Elpis touched her father’s face,
images of the night Anath and Ares took her away played in her
head. Her empathy powers felt every emotion her parents did as she
replayed their mourning.
Elpis let go and backed away crying,
hurt at her robbed childhood. As each tear fell on the ground, a
black rose grew in its place.
Tyreneas called to Arelia as they
watched in shock as rows of black roses sprung from the dirt.
Elpis, overwhelmed by grief, fell on all fours.
Her cloak slid off revealing her
shaking body to her parents. Tyreneas jumped back at the shock of
tears turning into black roses. He placed his body in between his
family and the intruder.
Being demigods,