August 30,9541 bc

Why do they hate me so, Ryssa?

I paused at my loom to look up at Acheron’s timid approach. At age seven, he was an incredibly handsome boy, His golden hair gleamed in the room as if had been touched by the gods who seemed to have abandoned him.(No one hates you,Kari- Bo’s) but in my heart I know the truth.

He came closer to me and I sew the red, angry handprint on his face. There were no tears in his swirling silver eyes.He’d grown so used to being hit that it no longer seemed to bother him. At least nowhere other than in his heart.

What happened? I asked.

He looked away.

I left my room and crossed the short distance to his side. Kneeling in front of him,I gently brushed the blond hair away from his swollen cheek.( Tell me.)

(She hugged Styx).

I know without asking who she was.He’d been with our mother.I’d never understood how she could be so loving to me and Styx and yet to cruel to Acheron ( And). I want to hug too. Then I saw it. The Delltale signs of a boy who wanted nothing more than his mothers love. The shallow trembling of his natural while he is not? I don’t understand why I am a monster. I don’t feel like one to me. I couldn’t explain it to me, for I unlike the others had never seen the difference myself how I wish Acheron knew the mother I did.

But they all called him monster.

I saw only a little boy. A small child who wanted nothing more than to be accepted by a family that wants to disown him. Why couldn’t my parents look at him and see what a kind, gentle soul he was. quiet and respectful, he never sought to harm anyone or anything. We played together, and we laugh. Most of all I held him while he cried. I talked his little hand into mine. A soft hand, a boys, hand. there was no malice in it. No murder. Acheron had always been tender child. While Styxx sought to whine and complain over every miner thing, to take my toys and those of any other child near him, Acheron had sought only to make peace.To comfort those around him. He seems older than the child of seven. There were times where he seems even older than I am ,his eyes were strange. they’re silver swirling collor , betrayed the bright right , that link him to the gods.But surely that should make him special not horrendous.

I offer him a smile that I hope would ease some of his pain.( One day, Acheron,the world will know just what special boy you are.The day will came when no one will fear you.

You shall see.

I am move to hug him, but he pulled back. He was used to people hurting him and even thought you know I couldn’t he was still reluctant to accept my comfort. As I stood the door to my sitting room, opened a large number of guards come inside, scared of sight I step back, not knowing what they wanted. Acheron clenched his small fits in the skirt of my blue grown as he huddled behind my right leg. my father and uncle walked through the men until they stood before me.The two of them were virtually identical in looks.They had the same blue eyes,the same wavy blond hair and fair skin.Though my uncle was three years younger than my father, one would never guess to look at them.They could easily pass as twins. I told you you will be with her, my father say to uncle Estas.( He’s corrupting her again.)

Don’t worry, Estes said I shall take care of that matter.You’ll never again have to worry about him.

Never you mins, my father snapped at me.I’d never heard such a harsh tone from him before. It made my blood run cold.

He grabbed Acheron and shoved him towards my uncle.

Acheron looked panicked. He reached for me, but my uncle took him roughly by his arm and jerked him away.

( Ryssa! Acheron called.

No! I shouted, trying to help him.

my father pulled me back and held me.( He is going to a better place.)

where?.

I watched in horror as Acheron was taken away, screaming for me to save him.

Atlantis was a long way from here. Too far, and up until a very short time ago,we’d been at war with them. I’d heard nothing but terrible things about that place and everyone who lived there.

I looked up at my father, sobbing. He’ll be afraid. Its kind are never afraid. Acheron’s screams and pleas denied those words.

my father might be powerful king. But he was wrong. I know the fear inside Acheron’s heart.

And I know the fear of my own.

Would I ever see my brother again?.