Ambrosia

I sipped the Ambrosia last night. Nervous, but excited, I fell asleep. I woke up today no different than I fell asleep - and it was not until this evening that I felt the first strikes of Hephaestus' hammer. The crafting had begun, a transformation inside me, a thing of perfection. Present, but not uncomfortable, the feeling grew. I wasn't sure what to expect. And then, like a flower blossoming, I was ready. I assumed the porcelain throne, and prepared to become a king. For a moment, I was Thetis, dipping my creation into holy water. And, then, NO! Achilles! Something was wrong. Had I not taken in enough of the Nectar of the Gods? Flourishing and beautiful, but not perfect; Soft like angelskin and firm like myrmidon's iron will, a body like an ox but with an elegant movement like a horse - and yet unfulfilling of the prophecies. I sent him out to be buried at sea.

27-04-2013