Season Two: Chapter Five

Alora.

I didn’t know how much time had passed, didn’t know how long I had been here. But what I knew was that I was tired, numb and in pain.

My twisted ankle was long, numb, swollen in a dark bruise and every now and then when I tried to move it ached badly making me cry all over again.

My body was sore all over from being in the same position for hours, and I felt so dirty. My head was in a constant ache like a drum patrol was going on there leaving me in a state of constant torment.

My hands were numb behind me and my neck ached from when Ares had grabbed me. Thinking about Ares again, I let more tears fall past my eyes.

It wasn’t only the guilt of leaving him,m at his weakest but also because of the way he had looked at me. Like I was some betrayal, some stain to him. I couldn’t bear those hateful blue eyes directed at me.

And it only confused me why I felt that way. Why did I want Ares to look at me in some other loving and soft way? Why did I crave his attention, his c