Or Tears Could Show the Way
The young god grew tired and weary over the weeks, playtime was less and less though he had some of his siblings beside him. Yet they seemed to be growing stronger than he. He had so little energy, and as soon as he'd lift his head the world around him would spin. He couldn't keep any food down, even though they had plenty rations. Yet, he had no appetite anymore. His days turned into nights, and despite having his siblings there was very little that kept him comfortable besides sleep. Often he felt his mothers embrace, and he hoped for it to be true when he drifted off.
The morning sun drifted into the quiet den he was holed up in, and the cold chill of autumn followed with a soft gust that awoke him. A pained moan left his lips as he attempted to lift his head, only to give up and stay in the same spot he'd been for days. "Aegaeon." His pained eyes strained against the light as he tried to see her. He knew that voice. "Mom . . ." He was barely able to speak over a whisper, his throat so dry from dehydration. "Hi Mom . . . " He spoke once more with a sharp inhale, before the cold turned warm - Feeling his mothers embrace around him to ease him into the afterlife. A gentle breath left his lips before his heart stopped, and a soft smile on his lips.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
& Bring Her Back Home Again
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