Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

Once Scarlet made it out of the gates of the manor, she slowed to a furious, yet steady trudge through the thick snow. This was the first time she was actually outdoors, standing within the icy weather since she had been brought to Dr. Haskell, and it felt as depressing as it looked. The snow swirled around her, coating her golden locks with a lair of twinkling ice and making her cheeks sting. Her eyes narrowed at the path ahead of her, realizing that the land surrounding the manor was more wide-spread than she had previously predicted, but she didn't care. Her stubborn nature kept her focus on moving ahead, hoping to reach a road that she could hitch-hike from before the sun set. Maybe she could make it to an airport to call her mom from by the end of the day. Knowing her mother, she would get on a plan and fly straight to her, and at this point, Scarlet was ready. She was ready for her mother to scold her for running away, telling her she needed to spend some time at home to appreciate what she had, and feel the warmth of her arms around her... She wanted that protection her mother gave her, the affection she always poured over her. Her whole life, especially in her teens, Scarlet resented her mother for shielding her from a normal life. She yearned to meet new people, fall in love, go to school... See how the world worked on the outside. However, after having Preston inflicted on her during her stay at the manor, Scarlet started to doubt her ability to be independent. Her mind ran circles around itself, trying to figure out if it was because she was so weak that Preston insisted on hurting her or if it was life testing her, telling her that Mother was right. She was much too delicate for society's strong hand Hades' strong hand. And yet, despite always wanting to have just a slight amount of freedom, she was running back to her mother... Proving to her once and for all that she could not handle the vile world and its reality. Tears dripped down her cheeks, not from the pain of her shoulder, not from Preston's words, but from disappointment. She had failed in someway, releasing an extreme amount of sadness within Scarlet. It was not Preston who ran her off, but her weak nature. She would have never survived the manor. There were too many things that Scarlet didn't have the experience to handle on her own. Not without her mother. Suddenly, Scarlet's vision was starting to swim within her blue eyes, and her head started to feel loose from where it was mounted on her neck. She felt as if she was going to faint, grabbing on to a nearby tree branch to keep herself stable. She felt so tired... So dizzy. Looking down, she noticed her wound on her elbow soaked straight through the sweater she had wrapped around it and down her arm, leaving a crimson trail as she walked. Peering behind her, the manor was no longer visible, the snow growing thicker and the sky growing darker. Nervously swallowing and feeling her heart start to thud in her chest, Scarlet felt nervous. Her head was feeling so light, her vision was going in and out, and she slowly slid to the ground at the trunk of the tree. Snow surrounded her, and she couldn't seem to manage to stand up. Within her hazy thoughts, an image of Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz came into view, slowly getting sleepy from the poppies that surrounded her. Scarlet felt just like Dorothy, as if she were being pulled under from some unimaginable force. Hearing a noise, Scarlet slowly turned her head to the right and barely made out the outline of Cerberus trotting after her. His thick black coat was blanketed with the white snow as he walked toward her, wagging his tail at the sight of her. Cerberus, she said, her voice faint, and her eyes slowly blinking. A half smile spread across her face as she reached out to pet him. Oh, Cerberus, you need to go back... Go back... Hades will be angry... The name Scarlet used felt so natural, slipping off her tongue like honey, and she didn't even notice. Cerberus started to whine, leaning down to lick her blood-stained hand. His whimpers were of worry, noticing that Scarlet was starting to fade. He let out a frustrated bark, wanting Scarlet to stand, but she couldn't find the strength. It was so cold... Everything was spinning... Cerberus, she whispered, Oh, Cerberus... Go get Hades. Her voice was slurred, as if it were not coming from her own mouth. She didn't remember choosing those words, not realizing what she was saying. The hulking dog let out a low whine, as if he didn't want to obey, but knew he had to. Before Scarlet could see if he did, everything went black. She fell against the snow, her blonde hair spilling across it and lips turning a faint shade of blue. With time, the night grew darker, and the snow grew wilder, covering Scarlet in its thick blanket, lulling her into a fatal sleep.