Tears stung my eyes at the pain in his deep voice. I didn't know what to say to that. "You get sick. I've seen it."
"Not for long. Not like a normal person and I can go three weeks without a single morsel of food or drop of water and not die." The fact that he knew how long he could go without nourishment told me it'd been done to him. But even though he could go that long and not die, he starved just like the rest of us. I knew that too from being with him.
I closed my hand around his. "I don't know the will of the gods, Acheron, no one does. But I refuse to believe that it's their will to hurt you so. You were a precious gift that was scorned by the very ones who should have cherished you. That is a human tragedy that shouldn't be laid at the feet of divinity. The priests often say that the gifts of the gods are sometimes hard to accept or identify, but I know in my heart that you are special. That you are a gift to humanity. Never doubt that you were placed here with some higher purpose and that purpose was not with malice or to be abused."
I swallowed before I kissed his injured hand. "I love you, little brother. And I see in you nothing but goodness, intelligence, compassion and warmth. One day I hope you'll see it too."
He placed his other hand on mine. "I wish I could, Ryssa. But all I see is a whore who's tired of being used."
February 15, 9531 BC
Time has flown by as I've watched Acheron grow from a timid, frightened boy into a man who is more confident to voice his own opinions. He no longer cringes or holds his head down. When I speak to him, he now meets my gaze levelly. Truly his transformation has been the most beautiful thing I've ever witnessed.
I'm not sure if I've had the most impact on that, or if it was Maia who finally reached him and brought out this new side. The two of them are inseparable.
Today they were in the kitchen while Petra was cooking. I stood in the doorway watching them closely.
"You have to pound the bread like this." Maia chopped at it with her tiny hands as she knelt on a tall stool so that she could reach the table. "Pretend it's somebody you don't like," she whispered loudly as if imparting a great secret to him.
Acheron's expression glowed with warmth. "I didn't think there was anyone you didn't like."
"Well, I don't, but there's probably someone you don't like."
I didn't miss the torment in his eyes as he averted his gaze. I wondered who topped his list. Our father or our uncle?
"We need more milk."
Acheron dutifully handed it to her.
Petra glanced over, smiled and shook her head at them as Maia added much more salt than was needed.
Maia wiped her runny nose before she put her hands back in the dough. I cringed, making a mental note not to eat any of the bread they were cooking, but Acheron wouldn't be so squeamish. He'd even eaten a bite of a mud pie several days ago to make Maia happy.
"Now we have to shape it into loaves. Let's do little ones because those are my favorite."
Acheron dutifully complied.
The dog started barking.
"Shh!" Maia said as she tore a part of the dough and handed it to Acheron so that he could make a loaf. "We're working."
The dog jumped up and pushed Maia who lost her balance. Acheron caught her against him at the same time the dog jumped at his leg, unbalancing him. One instant, they were upright, the next they were on the floor with Acheron on his back and Maia on his chest. The dog barked and danced around them, bumping into the table.
The bowl of flour they'd been using tumbled over the edge and landed on top of them. I covered my mouth as I looked at them, saturated with dough, flour and milk. All that was visible were startled wide eyes.
Maia squealed in laughter and to my utter amazement, Acheron laughed, too.
The sound of it, combined with an honest smile from him, stunned me. He was absolutely beautiful when he smiled . . . even when he was covered in flour and dough.
His eyes were bright as he wiped the flour from his face and helped Maia clear some off her cheeks.
Petra let out a sound of disgust as she shooed the dog out of the kitchen. "You two look like shades out to scare me to an early death. What a mess!"
"We'll clean it, Petra, I promise," Acheron said as he set Maia on her feet. "You're not hurt are you?"
Maia shook her head. "But I fear our loaves are all a ruin." Her tone was dire indeed.
"True. But we can always make more."