The Wind of Change

One thing was for sure, Amalthea's pair was incredibly smart. After the two nymphs and the heiress received Hylas's counteroffer, Amalthea asked herself one question.

'Do I trust him?'

The answer to her question was easy, the answer to her question was hard.

'No, I do not'

The nymph that he had in his arms during their first embrace, the one that bared her neck fully for him and wished their fall from the sky to last an eternity, that nymph was no more. While the significance of a nymph baring her neck to someone had nothing to do with survival, it had everything to do with the power of will, and surrender.

It all came down to one thing and one thing alone. The nymph's sacred blood when they were in their human forms. To taste a nymph's blood was to have an ultimate power to order her, it was a lot like knowing a medium's name.

Amalthea had longed since wondered what caused nature to come up with such a defect. Why would there be an option for creatures to rule over one another like t