As soon as I let loose, there’s no going back until it’s over.
But I can’t hold out any longer.
I’m free!
Finally free.
That feeling swells inside me, a thrill like I’ve never felt before.
A feeling like seeing the sun for the first time.
Like tasting air.
Like seeing color.
Everything is sovivid, so fresh, so real.
And all this power, centuries of power and anger and hate rises up inside me until I can’t hold it in anymore.
And I’m nothing but the wind, roaring, raging, growing.
I’m a man and I’m a monster, the power I can’t hold back anymore overflowing my body, blotting out the sun until everything turns black.
I am Ziros.
And this is the wrath of a demigod imprisoned.
You
You stare down at the text from your boss.
Work.
After all the crazy things that just happened, the obligations of real life feel so distant, almost like a dream themselves.
Unfortunately, you can’t just skip real life forever.
Can you?
If you don’t go, will you be able to pay your rent?
You pull up your bank account and wince.
The answer? No.
Not likely.
Not unless you can just not eat for the next couple weeks.
That might solve the issue.
You sigh, heading for the shower, fully intending to text your boss back and let her know everything is fine and you’ll be there for your shift this afternoon.
You start to type your reply, then sigh again, setting your phone down on the bathroom counter.
Maybe a shower will clear your head.
Then you’ll reply.
