I felt numb, as if I was separate from my body.
There was a weight in my hand, but there couldn't be anyone.
My parents are dead, I have no siblings, I left all my close friends in the village...
So who was this stranger holding my hand?
I tried opening my eyes to see who it was, but my body wasn't cooperating.
My mind was everywhere, still trying to process what had happened.
I had vague memories of thing happening while I've been unconscious, but nothing was clear to me.
I must've been out for a whole day by now, I feel like I haven't been up in a while.
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"My, my, my, what do we have here...."
There was a presence around me, it was heavy and weighing down on me.
I felt a skull crushing headache, and the voice that came along with that presence made me want to scream, but I still couldn't move.
"ZEUS!", an angry voice echoed from next to my bed.
The hand that was previously holding my own was now slipping away.
The peculiar comfort it provided moving further and further from me, I didn't feel safe without it.
I tried my best to squeeze back, to hold onto that hand with as much strength as I could muster.
Apparently I did SOMETHING, because the hand tightened once again around my own.
"Father.
Leave.
I will not have you here threatening this woman's health with your tyranny. She is already sick, you mustn't allow yourself to lose control."
"Son, there will come a day when you realize that your concurrences are not matched up to your stature, and you will come crawling back to Olympus.
Until then I will allow you to live out your little dream until the bliss fades.
Goodbye, son"
Before the presence completely disappeared I felt the presence next to me triggered.
"I'm no son of yours."
The heavy presence had completely left and the man next to me was angry, but sated.