P. Hoover - Solstice

A rock forms so fast in my stomach it knocks the wind out of me.

“Ah, I see you do.” Aeacus cuts another piece of Brie and holds it out to me on the end of the knife. “Would you like some cheese?”

I shake my head, wondering what I’ve gotten myself into, but can’t find my voice to reply.

“Do you see how white her shoulders are?” It’s Tantalus again.

I close my eyes to shut out the noise.

“I could feast on just one shoulder forever.”

“Enough!” Aeacus’s voice pounds across the room, and Tantalus covers his eyes and cries.

“Life in Tartarus.”

At his words, I turn to Pirithous.

“With me. Forever,” he adds.

Aeacus laughs, then pulls the knife back to himself, eating the moldy cheese himself. “Yes, Pirithous. Life in Tartarus. With all of us.”

I open my mouth, but nothing comes out.

“Our flower is so excited, she’s not sure what to say,” Pirithous says. His hand is still on my fist, and when I realize this, I pull it away as fast as I can.

And then I manage to find my voice. “I didn’t kill a phoenix.”

Pirithous’s face falls, but Aeacus laughs. “Ah, but somebody did. And a price needs to be paid.” He motions around the room. “And since you’ve been so kind as to join us, it only makes sense that I extend the invitation to you.”

But I shake my head. “I’m not here about a dead bird. I want answers.” I can hear the anger building up in my voice, but I will not listen to this madness anymore.

Aeacus purses his lips together. “It seems your flower has a temper, Pirithous.”

“I am not his flower!”

This only causes Pirithous to laugh, and before I know it, my chair is sliding around the table. My goblet falls out of my hand, spilling in a bright red stain in front of Tantalus. He moves his face down to lick it, but the liquid recedes. And then I’m right next to Pirithous, so close our arms touch.

“Ah, yes, that’s what Theseus said, also. But I knew my time would come.” And Pirithous grabs my hand, pinning it to the table.

I decide I’ve had enough, but my feet and legs feel like lead. I can’t scoot the chair out and get up.

“Your flower wants to leave.” Aeacus watches me closely as if wondering what I’m going to do next.

“Share her!” It’s a desperate plea from Tantalus.

I’m directly across from him, and I can’t take my eyes off his crazy face and cracking lips.

“No!” Pirithous shifts so his arm is around me now. His other hand snakes out to grab mine, and I’m locked in place.

I need to leave.

I have to get out of this hell hole I’ve managed to get myself into. I need to get back to Shayne, who doesn’t even know I’m in Hell in the first place.

I pick my right hand off the table, and put it on the edge to scoot myself back. My heart is pounding so hard, I’m sure all three of these crazy men can hear it. Three crazy criminals, whose crimes were bad enough that they’ve been sentenced to Tartarus for eternity. But when I push with my hand, my chair won’t move.

“Let me go!” I turn to Pirithous. How dare he hold me here?

Pirithous laughs. “I will never lose you again, my flower.”

“Let me go now!” I shove his arm off my shoulder and push again, but even with his arm gone, I’m immobile.

And then all three men around me begin to laugh. I look down at my lap, but instead of the normal flesh and clothes I expect, all I see is stone. Cold, hard stone from my waist down. Panic sets in, and I look to Pirithous’s chair. His body is the same way. Flesh from the waist up, and solid rock below.

Their laughter pounds in my ears, echoing through my mind, and it won’t stop. My throat constricts, and I can’t force a scream or even words out. I’m going to end up in Tartarus forever after all. Penance for a phoenix I didn’t even kill.

Shayne flashes through my mind. I’m lost to him and to myself. All the protecting my mom has done my whole life only to end up here. As I sink into the madness around me, my vision starts to cloud until all I see is a dark tunnel ahead of me and red on all sides.

The room explodes with light. Pirithous screams first, and within seconds, my chair is scooting away from the deafening cry. And then the burning begins. Even with the horror I’ve just witnessed, I have to turn my head at the sight of the Pirithous. He’s covered in flames, and the smell of burning flesh is so strong, I need to wretch. But my legs are still stone. Part of the chair.

Tantalus stands up, as if trying to escape out the now open door. But tendrils from his chair reach out again, and this time, I see they’re snakes, hissing and biting him, wrapping around his arms and legs, and forcing him to sit. He’s sobbing, but it doesn’t help. Fire erupts around him, and through the flames, I see his crossing eyes roving around the room.

“My Lord.”

I turn my head to Aeacus. He stands up, ignoring the burning bodies of his two companions. His eyes have grown as wide as golden drachma, and every bit of color has drained from his face.

“How dare you!”

Shayne’s voice booms across the room like thunder. The wall to my right explodes, sending rocks flying in all directions. A piece hits me on the arm, slicing into me.

“I was only trying to answer a few—”

But Aeacus doesn’t get a chance to finish his sentence. He screams, and the crown on his head begins to melt, gold dripping down his face. A ruby falls into one eye socket and an emerald into the other, and the gold melts and hardens around it, until even his screams can’t be heard through the hardening metal. He’s clawing at his face, but it’s only a mask now. I want to pull my eyes away from him, but with the burning bodies on either side, there’s nowhere else to look.

It’s only when I feel hands on my shoulders that I snap my head around. And when I see Shayne, I begin to sob.

“It’s okay, my love. I’m here.”

“I’m so sorry.” I sob between every word, and when my tears hit my legs, I realize they are no longer stone but have returned to the soft human flesh from before. “I’m so sorry.”

“Shhhh…” He pulls me into an embrace, and holds me. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.”

“I wanted answers.”

“It’s okay.” Shayne rubs the back of my head. “I understand.”

I’m not sure how we get out of Tartarus. All I know is that one minute I’m amid the muffled screams of Aeacus and the burning flesh of Pirithous and Tantalus, and the next minute I’m on a boat, crossing the flaming River Phlegethon. And Shayne is by my side, holding me the entire time. I can’t stop my tears.

When I get off the boat, my legs are shaking so fiercely, I fall to the hot sand. Shayne picks me up, carrying me down the tunnel to his home.

The fire is burning when we get there, and Shayne sets me down in front of it. I prop myself up against a chair, and take the glass of wine he offers me and watch as it shakes in my hand, threatening to spill. Cerberus comes over and licks my free hand until I scratch him behind a set of his ears. Shayne sits down across from me, and Cerberus moves away, closer to the fire.

“So you decided to come visit?”

I am such an idiot. Shayne knows this, and I know it. “How—?”

But Shayne gives a weak smile before I can finish. “Charon told me. If I can’t count on Charon, then I may as well pack it up and move out of here completely.”

“So you knew the whole time?”

Shayne takes a sip of his wine, licking his lips afterward to get the final drops off. “I was busy in Asphodel.” His face hardens. “And almost too late.”