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DIONYSUS
Dionysus’s head hurt.
He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain that radiated at his temples, tensing his whole body. His mouth was dry, his tongue swollen, and there was a roaring sound that filled his ears. He did not wish to awaken fully, but the longer he lay there and the more he surfaced to consciousness, the more he remembered about how he had come to be in this state.
Poseidon.
Ariadne.
He realized the roaring in his ears was the sea, and he forced his eyes open, blinking rapidly at the bright blue sky, realizing how the hot sun burned his skin.
He turned his head, and for a moment, his vision swam, but then everything came into sharp and sudden focus when he saw Ariadne lying some distance from him, half in water, half on land, and unmoving.
“No,” he croaked, scrambling to his feet, slipping onthe sand as he rushed to her. “Fuck!” He fell to his knees beside her. The water surrounding her was tinged with scarlet. “Ari!”
He rolled her into his arms and cupped her face, brushing the sand from her cheek. She was too pale; even her lips were colorless. He checked for a pulse, pressing two fingers against the hollow area beneath her windpipe. A sluggish beat thrummed against his touch.
He placed a hand over her chest and closed his eyes, calling the water in her lungs, and after a moment, it spilled from her mouth. Yet there was still no movement, no sign of consciousness.
“Fuck,” he cursed again, noticing a large gash on her thigh, and while he could heal it, he had no idea how long she had bled or what kind of infection might have set in while they lay unconscious on shore.
He pulled her close and then looked up to find an old man staring down at them from atop a hill of white rock. He had wild white hair and a matching beard, and his skin was dark and bronzed as if he had spent his whole life beneath the sun. He wore only a white sash around his hips, and it seemed as wispy as sea-foam.
He was divine, Dionysus was sure of it, but he did not know who exactly he was. There were numerous sea gods.
“Please,” Dionysus called to him. “Please help us, I beg of you.”
Though the old man stared directly at him, he turned and walked out of sight.
“No, please!” Dionysus gathered Ariadne into his arms and scaled the rocky hill, squinting against the brightness of the rocks, which reflected the sun’s rays.From time to time, he was blinded by the light, and he slipped, falling hard to one knee. He knelt there for a moment, his gaze dropping to Ariadne’s face. Her lashes were long and fanned across her cheeks, which were turning rosy from the heat. While she was beautiful, he was desperate to look into her eyes once more. He couldn’t imagine never feeling her gaze on him again.
He wouldn’t.
He got to his feet. His knee stung, and he could tell there was blood, but it healed quickly. He tried to hold her closer to his chest, attempting to shield her face from the sun. As he came to the top of the white rocks, he saw the old man standing at the base of the hill as if he were waiting for them.
His heart rose a little, though he was not sure he should have hope.
“Will you help us?” Dionysus asked.
“I have helped you,” said the man. “I dragged you from the sea.”
Dionysus swallowed but his throat was dry and scratchy. “Then I am in your debt,” he said. “Please—”
The man turned again, his bare back burning red from the heat, glistening with sweat.
“Please,” Dionysus shouted. “I will remain in your debt if you will help us a little while longer. I need refuge—”
The man kept walking, disappearing down a sandy path overgrown with bright green flora.
“Wait!” Dionysus followed the man, who seemed to move like a ghost. He caught only a glimpse of him as he made his way down the shady path.
He was not sure how long he walked, but the terrainshifted as they neared the mountainous center of the island. The air became wetter, the ground mossy and rockier as it inclined steadily upward until he rounded a corner and found the man standing outside a small cottage that had been built into the side of the earthy wall.
Dionysus stared at the man.
“You say you are in my debt,” said the man.
“Whatever you wish,” Dionysus said.
