A DEAL WITH THE DEAD

SIR HENRYS POV

My father found her, floating in the creek where our favorite spot used to be. I wondered how long she’d been there. I wondered if she was waiting for me. I tried to romanticize it in my head, as if that would make it better.

I had to come to terms that my precious Clara was gone.

Maybe that was why my health took a turn.

I felt her leave me in the world alone, and my soul wanted to follow her.

Without her, what was my reason for existence?

Athena and I are already married.

A child, my child, will be born into this world.

Would it be enough?

ATHENA’S POV

He barely said anything these days. Ever since they confirmed the death of Clara it was like he had given up. He wanted to succumb to his mysterious illness.

Well, I wouldn’t have it.

Clara had him in life, she would not have him in death.

I must call upon the dead. I must call upon the Gods.

"Invoco eos, qui ante me vixerunt, obscuri vigore pleni!

Coniuro missas et misters ter ter.

Da mihi