19 The Fields (1/1)
Persephone
Thanatos closed his eyes and concentrated. After a moment, he opened his eyes, and looked out into the fields.
”What is it?” I cautiously asked. He seemed displeased, his face tightened into a deep scowl.
He opened his eyes slowly, and with a disappointed shake of his head, he sighed, ”Something is here, blocking my power.”
I was shocked. Thanatos was has had a connection to the souls of the underworld. I never heard of him ever losing track of them. I was speechless, staring bewilderedly at him. ”What… What do we do?”
My brain went to overdrive as I struggled to find a solution to the crisis at hand. Nothing. I could think of nothing. I felt the slow onset of panic. It caused my blood to rush once again.
”Calm down.” I murmured to myself. I cleared away all my thoughts, and focused only on finding Solskin.
”That is strange. It is only the soul's of your late comrades a I can not sense. What could have caused that?” Thanatos mused aloud.
With a thoughtful look on his face, he beckoned me with his hand to follow. With that, we wondered deep into the fields.
There were souls everywhere. With each step, you would bump into a faceless soul. We pushed our way through the mob, looking for any sign of Solskin. His bright banner of yellow hair. The clanking of his armour. The glint of a longsword. All I saw was an endless crowd of indistinct bodies. But further we walked, deeper and deeper until the grass was so tall that we couldn't see the gray sky, pushing the waves of souls.
After a while, I lost all sense of where we were going. My memories began to fade and my will weakened. I pushed forward, but I was slowly losing my grip. I feared what was happening. I truly feared becoming one of them. One of the unending volumes of names forgotten by time. I was slowly losing myself to the Fields of Asphodel.
No. I screamed in my head. I can't let that happen. Solskin depends on me. Push. Push. Push. I chanted breathlessly, trying to keep my identity. ”I am Persephone Xenith!” I cried out.
”I am Persephone Xenith!” I cried out again.
Some time passed. I vaguely remembered being here with someone. Who was he? Oh wait, I was supposed to shout something.
”I am Persephone Brandrson!”
”I am Persephone!”
”I am Persef!”
”I am P!”
”I am… Who am I?”