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In a moment of terror, she lifts her head from its resting place atop her arm. Her vision incomplete, she struggles to adjust to the colors that assault her. Where is the familiar blackness of space, where was the familiar warmth of Maia’s red hair, the cool blue calm of Electra’s stoic presence? Where was the laughter of Taygete and Celaeno as they reminisced of summer evenings playing in the violets? Where were her sisters? Had Orion finally caught her, the youngest of the Pleiades, and ripped her from her home in the stars? No, a vague recollection of this place told her Orion had not won, this was not an end to the eternal chase. Her heart raced as the fear began to wash over her, anxiously she searched for anything familiar. Her heart? She could once again feel her heart. By the gods she can feel her heart again! No, not by the gods, this was different, the call of the Phoenix resounding with each beat of her heart. His molten song called to her, carried her along like a river to the sea.
She understands now, the gods had failed her, they had failed them all. No more should this forgetful race be allowed to destroy all that once was. He would end the tireless hunt. He would free her sisters from their celestial prison. Her time was once again at hand, the river leading away from the Crooked forest would once again be her home as she gathered food for the feast. He will be weary, weak and hungry when he returns. She will prepare for him a feast unlike any before. Come refill your canteen traveler and rest in her shade, bring your flock to drink at her banks shepherd, fixate your gaze.
Look upon her beauty wantonly for all are welcome to be a part of the feast.