Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week I`ll be sharing an excerpt from my WIP (Work In Progress) Love of the Hunter, an M/M mythological romance. This week we`re writing to a picture prompt and the snippet must not be longer than 300 words. Since this is a rough draft there may be some mistakes. I do apologize for any boo-boo you may find.
In today`s excerpt Apollo has spared the life of a stag as he returns to the castle of Helios. The stag bounds into a nearby river and is sucked downstream. The god takes umbrage at the river trying to take a life he had spared, so he tries to save the stag.
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When my lungs are close to bursting I push off a boulder. I`m propelled from the whirlpool, the stag bouncing off rock in my wake. My head clears the water. I am momentarily blinded by a sodden mass of golden hair that I throw from my eyes. The river spins me in circles. I am breathing harshly. With one arm I begin to fight my way to the river bank. It takes a very long time. I am exhausted when I stumble from the waterway.
I drop the beast. My breathing is already calming as I place my bow to the ground. My quiver is empty, all the golden arrows washed away. They will float for many passes of Helios. I will get more. Father will command Hephaestus to fill my quiver as I sleep.
I peel my sodden chiton from my body. My skin prickles as the winds roar down from the golden palace. The stag lies behind me. I kneel beside the animal. My hands move over the wet fur. The heat of the sun warms my hands. My lids flutter. Heat resonates within me. With a shuddering gasp the stag leaps up and blinks wide brown eyes. I cross my arms over my hairless chest.
“Go,” I tell the stag.
The sound of my voice startles the deer into motion. He breaks away, jumping and bounding up the side of the mountain. I glance down at my hands. They are still illuminated. I am pleased with this gift of healing. Sadly, I cannot snatch a human from the cold grip of death. They are past the skills of the healer. Their psyche then belongs to Hades, and into his realm even I cannot travel. The ride across the Acheron in the ferryman`s boat is one forbidden to me.
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
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