I was compelled to look in his eyes. I had to. It was like being given an order. I stared down at his feet, not daring to look up. I could feel his eyes on me, staring straight into my very soul. Willing me to look. Willing me to enter his world, to take a step. I could feel my barrier crashing down and all of the sudden they were in my head. The voices told me not to. It was like a crowd in my head, yelling, screaming, it sounded like people being tortured, but it wasn’t it was worse. They were actually screaming for my sake telling me not to look in his eyes. I knew who they were, people who are trapped in his mind, who have also looked in his eyes. He took my chin with his two fingers “Nynette look into my eyes” he said in the deepest, calmest voice I have ever heard. Could I? Could I look, no. I would be taken. I don’t want to go in his world, do I? There’s a legend of my town about a young man. His name was Damarious, and he and Aphrodite (a goddess) were in love, until another girl came into the picture. The picture: Aphrodite’s love cheating on her with someone else. Damarious took the other girls hand and kissed her cheek. He told her he loved her, now this girl was greedy. She only cared about money, his money. She didn’t like him, she was using him. She said “Honey what are your favorite things about me”? He looked at her and stroked her cheek, “Your eyes, Esmeraldas, your gorgeous sea blue eyes. At that moment Aphrodite was furious. She walked out to the woods behind his house to find him and instead found him and another girl. Bla bla bla, how all Greek stories are she gets mad, and curses him. But the curse is no ordinary curse. People who look in his eyes will go insane. They see everything that he has seen and can’t handle it. They go through his most powerful memories and can’t bare the sight and end up losing their minds. If a person survives his memories the curse will be broken. For what is in his past memories, I have no idea, no one has lived to tell the tale. Will I find out, lets continue with the story. So where were we, ah entering his world (or his memories). The people telling me not to look were all of the people who have lost their memories by looking in his eyes. Their souls were trapped inside him, living his memories over and over. But would I get stuck? Lost forever? His glasses were now off, in his right hand by his side. So if I looked up… I would see his eyes. “Will I die” I asked in a shaky voice. He has been my boyfriend for over three years now, I was sitting on his couch in his apartment when he said we need to talk, and he told me everything. I believe him. “Nynette” he said, and I could picture him speaking with his brown hair, pale white skin and perfect lips. Compared to me with my dusty blond hair and hazel eyes, he was way more attractive. “You’re the one, you will survive. You will live” he grabbed my soldiers “now look” he said. I trusted him with my whole life. But how can I survive and not go insane like everyone else. I just had to be strong. I have to be able to handle his memories. But how old is he even, how far back do his memories go. But, still I have to I can’t live with him always wearing sunglasses and staying young while I grow old. I made up my mind, I’ll do it for him. I looked up. Tears were streaming down my face. I found his lips and stared at them, not yet ready to look up. I took a deep breath and glanced up. For a second I saw a pair of light, clear green eyes staring at me. And then a wave of calm washed over me. But it didn’t last long, I was ripped from the picture and now instead of standing by his couch in his living room, I was standing on a dirt road in the dessert. Scared and lost.
Chapter two
The first thing I heard was “Thump thump thump”. I turned around and saw three horses coming toward me. I gasp because they were coming straight at me, I turned to run. But ended up tripping on a stone. I fell on my back and quickly sat up. “No” I yelled and put my hands up to block my face, but the horses went right through me and stopped by a dead tree. “Lets rest hear” I heard someone say. I turned around to see him Damarious, my love. He looked almost the same except his hair was longer and he looked 18, about one or two years younger than he is in the present time. He’s 20 but he’s been 20 for a while now. “Damon” a women said as she jumped down from a yellowish horse “Lets tie our horse on this tree”. She had long wavy blond hair and dark brown eyes, she was about 17 years old. “All right Claudia” he responded. They met eyes and she quickly looked away, showing how much she liked him. I felt my stomach growing tighter. I was jealous. The sun was setting and it was getting late. “I brought the stones” Damon said. He pulled out two stones from his horse saddle pocket with round ridges they were a very dull red color and powdery. “Claudia gather twigs” Damon instructed. She immediately started breaking twigs off the dead tree. After the other person got the horse tie up to the tree he turned to Damon. Damon instructed him and gave him an order to dig a pit, calling him by the name of Quincy. Quincy was tall and skinny about the high of his claudia even though he was probably only thirteen. He had dirty blond hair like mine, but his hair actually had dirt in it, along with a dirty face and the same dark eyes as Claudia. I was guessing they were brother and sister. The spark burst from the colliding rocks and almost jumped to the log, in a matter seconds there was a fire. Perfect timing, the last drop of sun just went down. They passed around a pouch of water and started getting ready to sleep by the warm fire. “Night Quincy, night Claudia” Damon said laying on the ground with his eyes shut. “Damon” said Quincy, “Will we ever see our mother again”? This made Damon uncomfortable. He shifted and opened his eyes, and gazed at the ground. “I hope so” He said, “She was the best cooker ever, I really miss her whole made pie’s”. Suddenly Claudia burst in “Why did they have to take her, why are we constantly on the run Damon”! She yelled. She sat up rubbing her eyes, that tears were starting to fall down. “Your parents were shot before our eyes, why didn’t you stop them from taking our mother, all you did was leave with us”! Damon got up and held her in his arms rocking her back and forth “shh” he said “It will get better I promise”. He sighed. “I guess you guys should know the truth now” he said. “My mother and your mother were talking for a while now, they knew this would happen. Our fathers both owed a lot of money to a gang. Your dad was killed before he could leave the gang but my parents and your mom got away with their children, us. The gangs been hunting for our parents to pay off the dept. So, wanting to protect us, they told me about it saying that if the gang members ever came, I was to take you guys and leave”. Quincy looked baffled and I almost thought he was going to cry to until he said “so what now”. Damon answered “well, my parents told me about the gods they said to find them and beg them for help, so were headed north of here to a town called Yazamar, there’s a gypsy who knows how to contact the Gods”.
Chapter Three
I slowly fell asleep on the ground next to them. When I woke up I was standing outside a house, watching Claudia nock over and over again on a rotten wood door. “Maybe they moved” she said. Quincy scrunched up his face and turned the map around and around “No she’s here, and I know I’m holding the map right this time because North’s that way, he pointed towards North”. Damon took the map from him grunted then walked across the street to a different house. They reluctantly followed him. Damon pounded on the new door he went to. A second later a very slender Asian girl in a purple, sparkled cloth-like dress wrapped around her answered the door. She had dark, long braided hair and brown eyes. “May I help you” She asked with one brow raised. She scanned each person up and down. And for a second it seemed she stared straight at me. Then she swiveled her head to Quincy. “Ma’am” he said “Uh um, are you a gypsy”? She stared at him for a long second then burst out laughing. “Where are your parents” she said “If they need my help tell them to stop by“. She slammed the door on them. Quincy looked back at Claudia and Damon, Damon shrugged and Quincy started to knock on the door again. “May I help you” she asked again. “Um” was all Quincy got out before she started to shut the door again. He stopped it with his hand and said “Listen lady, were not children we’ve come a long way and need help summoning the gods”. She looked astonished for a second then stuck her head out the door and looked around, she motioned for them to come in quickly. They entered and she seated them around a large bowl filled with water. She said “You must be the Bathribs children” addressing Claudia and Quincy, then she turned to Damon and said “the Himels child”. They nodded and now was their turn to look astonished. She gathered small glassed and herbs and talked at the same time “Your parents already paid me, knowing this might happen. I thought it was stupid that they would pay me so early but a deals a deal I will help you. But first I must warn you. No one has ever survived witnessing the summoning of the Gods except the summoner, which in this case is me. You may die doing this, are you sure you want to go on”. She looked at them questionly. They nodded vigorously. The Asian women started to sprinkle herbs over the water while chanting a different language. She poured eight different glass bottle into the water until it turned a deep violet color, almost like her outfit. “Grab hands all of you and then hold mine, the words I’m saying will flow naturally from me to you, whether your survive will be up to the God that answers your call. They joined hands making a circle around the bowl of water till the air around them grew foggy and they all started chanting the words like pros. Shortly the air above the water bowl started to sparkle bright red and a face appeared. A Goddess with glowing gold hair and the most magnificent grey eyes. She had three roses in her hair and was smiling like she had just won prom queen. Then her face turned dark and she said, “who dares call upon me‘. Claudia and Quincy exchanges looks then said “I did” at the same time. “I shall cast you down to Hades. And you shall die for bothering me.” She snapped her fingers and they disappeared. Damon, wide eyed with terror said “No! Bring them back I will do anything you want please they have lives to live. Please”. She looked at him “Will you do what ever I say for two years brave peasant.” He swallowed and just looked at her. She smiled and said “I will even bring their mother and father back to life, but you have to let me erase their memories. They will forget you forever but live happily with their parents”. He looked steady but deep down I knew he was scared. “Now boy why did you call upon me. “Well uh gang members” he started but didn’t get to finish it. “Ok I will make them safe from gang member and you to if you serve me.” He looked straight in her eyes and said "Fine".
Chapter four
He served her, that he did. And I don’t know how he did it. The gods had grudges with a lot of people. And he had to do all their dirty work. It was horrible, I lost track of how many memories I got to, I stopped count at number 43. Damon killed over 103 people. He torched villages. Tied people to chairs and left them to burn in buildings, put chains on them then left them to drowned, and stretched people. I couldn’t believe it. I was going crazy watching all of this. Until finally it was the memorie where Aphrodite saw him with another girl. Aphrodite had lots of boys who loved her she played each of them on but the one she liked the most was Damon. The one whose killed 103 people for “his goddess” as she calls it. Always saying “I’m your goddess Damon, don’t ever run off to a different goddess" She cursed him, it was painful watching this too. How each person became paralyzed after looking in his eyes. Until he found out to wear dark sun glasses. I was shocked , it was to much to handle death after death. How could someone kill that much and still have a heart. I was standing staring in his wonderful green eyes. I gasped, feeling the breath come back to me. I survived, I made it through his mind, and broke the curse. I took a step back, and could see the look of realization as he dropped his sunglasses, not needing them anymore. But how could I love someone with no heart. What about all the people he’s killed. He’s a murderer. But still looking into those magnetic eyes, watching him wait for me to make my desition. If I will reject him or stay with him. “Damon” I said, using the nick name that every used to call him. “Nynette” He spoke slowly enjoying the feel of my name on his tongue “I love you”. A tear slipped down my cheek and he walked up to me and wiped it away. I wasn’t afraid of him, even though I now know what he is. He didn’t scare me, one bit. He wiped the tear off my cheek and then kissed me softly his hand on the side of my face and arm rapped around my back. He waited to see if he could go on. I rapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him again. His eyes were the sadness at that moment, sad of what I had to see. But the hope inside of him shone so brightly. His mouth tasted sweet and warm like a thousand years of waiting for me. He slowly let go and repeated those three words again “I love you”. I stared back at him and smiled so big my face hurt, but the feeling was the best yet. My heart felt so heavy. “I love you” I told him and then leaned in for another kiss.
-Story by Amira
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