260. Kore
Kore
We ran through the woods,
the sound of our racing feet
mingling with the sound of her sobs
louder and louder until it felt
like the heartbeat of Chaos herself.
Finally we reached the centre
of the forest, a stone cottage,
grey and cold, unlike anything
Kore could ever be used to.
I swallowed my anger
and together, Styx and I
walked into the cottage.
We found the girl sitting
at a stone table, tears falling
down her face.
She looked up at us
in surprise
and her tears stopped.
‘Kore,’ Styx said,
‘we have come to help.’
But I said nothing.
My eyes were locked
upon the plate before her.
A single pomegranate burst open.
A seed in her hand, the juice
red as blood on her lips.