Their Storm
“The wind came back with triple fury, and put out the light for the last time. They sat in company with the others in other shanties, their eyes straining against crude walls and their souls asking if He meant to measure their puny might against His. They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God…”
His is a violent hand, thought Artemis, as the world below her fell under a wash of murky water. The earth trembled beneath Poseidon’s waves, which rippled violently under the frosted shine of Artemis’ moon─her patronage. She frowned, nails digging crescents into the soft flesh of her palms. It looked so cold now, she thought, raped of its tranquility; yet, here she lay, alone at forest's edge, inept to do anything but watch as another town fell wreckage to the Gods’ wrath…
Thunder rolled on the darkened horizon, black, all except for the occasional flash of lightning. Zeus’ bolts speared clean through the night, rupturing the fine fabric of space; it frayed open at the wounds, humming with electricity. Then, the sky─the cavernous void that Mortals so often turned to in times of trouble─exploded in a flash of purple light.
Artemis gathered the splintered sky in her upturned palms and eyed it curiously. Upon its glazed surface, she found the faces of stricken mortals. Stars mapped the tears traveled down their sunken cheeks. They huddled together in tight spaces, windows rattling against the ferocity of the wind. Their eyes, wild with panic, sought out a savior. Artemis stepped forward.
Suddenly, the damp grass beneath her feet gave way to peeling wood, and she found herself face-to-face with those simpering mortals. She tilted her head curiously to the side. Two men and one woman. For a moment, Artemis thought they’d noticed her. She stood firmly in front of the door separating them from the Storm. However, they looked completely past her; their attention belonged to something far in the distance. She grimaced. She’d brought them a God, yet their eyes were watching no one at all.
These mortals prayed to false idols. Wasn’t that the reason the Storm was brought upon them? To punish them for their ignorance, their blatant disrespect…! Artemis sought out the anger in her heart─she, the deity who slayed men with arrows, turned deplorables into feral beasts, and traitors into constellations─but, to her surprise, turned up empty.
Her anger belonged to no mortal, rather Artemis’ eyes trailed upwards towards the sole bearer of her spite. She flinched with each clap of her father’s hand. His spiteful flames engulfed the surrounding woods. The sound pierced through the wind’s wailing, like an arrow slipped clean through the breast of her bow. It scared all game miles off.
“Whut we gointuh do now?” The mortal woman cried out.
Artemis turned. The older woman, in spite of her dark complexion, was pale as a sheet, as she stared out into the raging Storm. Her eyes were black as the night yonder. She was shaking, mouth hung slightly ajar. Fear melted the harsh lines from her face. In a moment’s time, she’d regressed ten years, no longer the older, elegant woman of a minute ago but a girl, just shy of seventeen. Artemis found her terror beguiling─almost familiar─and so she stepped forward, hand outreached, as if to comfort the woman. She opened her mouth to speak, but-
“We got tuh walk,” the tall man cut in. He swaggered over to the black-eyed woman and took her hand in his own.
Artemis’ face fell. She considered disemboweling the mortal for his blatant disregard, but the black-eyed woman begged his pardon with her pitiful expression.
“In all dis weather, Tea Cake?” The black-eyed woman asked. “Ah don’t b’lieve Ah could make it out de quarters…”
“Oh yeah you kin!” The tall man then proceeded to hurd the woman out of the clutches of shelter and into the Storm. Artemis, begrudgingly, followed suit.
Through the thick of the fog, a man stood proud, decorated in black velvet robes, with a crown of thorns braided carefully through his graying hair. A long train of men, women, and children formed at the base of his makeshift throne─a capsized tree trunk sunk low into the surrounding marshland.
Artemis felt something akin to pity while they congregated. The mortals’ clothes looked completely soaked through, pressed flush against their pale, translucent skin. They could hardly speak through the chattering of their own teeth… She’d bargained that some had attempted to return home. (All looked in need of a hot bath and some fresh clothes.) However, they’d ought to have realized such was impossible now. Slowly, the crowned figure─Hades─led them out of the sunken town. Artemis watched them go: the funeral march.
For a moment, the goddess thought she’d pinpointed Tea Cake, the tall, foolish man who’d dared to venture out into that violent Storm, among the deceased. However, she didn’t bother to confirm her suspicions. She simply waited, as Hades and his fallen mortals─drowned, crushed, or swept away─sunk low into the muddied earth. Gone forever.
How foolish men were, Artemis thought, as she lay in a patch of drying marshland, the remains of the Storm a blight upon her mind. All of them, bullheaded, like her father. Their precious prides always superseded their desire for self-preservation, their empathy for others…
As she waited for daybreak and for Apollo’s fiery chariot to ascend upon the sky, Artemis found her thoughts unconsciously wandering back towards the mortal couple─the black-eyed woman and the tall man, Tea Cake.
The way the black-eyed woman had clung to the man, even as they chose to brave the cruelty of her father’s Storm─even as the rapids threatened to pull them both under, damning them to a restless eternity in Hades’ Underworld─made Artemis absolutely certain of one thing: that woman was in love with Tea Cake.
Only love, and love alone, could make a woman so foolish as to match wits with a man.