Styxx (DH #33) Read Free Page B

studied every inch of the perfect, sleeping child nestled against his body. “Are you mine?” He was desperate to know the truth.
    The infant appeared to be a mere human babe. Unlike Acheron, whose eyes swirled a living silver color, Styxx’s were vivid blue and perfect. But then the gods were ever treacherous.
    Ever deceitful.
    Could it be that Acheron was his son and this one was not? Or that neither child belonged to him?
    He looked to the elder wise woman who’d proclaimed Acheron a god’s son just after his birth. Decrepit and wizened, she wore heavy white robes that were richly embroidered in gold. Her gray hair was wrapped around an ornate gold crown. “Who is the father of this child?”
    The woman paused in her cleaning. “Majesty, why do you ask me something you already know?”
    Because he didn’t know. Not for certain. And he hated the taste of fear that scalded his throat and left it bitter. Fear that made his heart pound in trepidation. “Answer me, woman!”
    “Truth or lie, will you believe whatever answer I give?”
    Damn her for her sagacity. How could the gods have done this to him? He’d sacrificed and prayed to them his whole life. Devoutly and without blasphemy. Why would they taint his heir in this manner?
    Or worse, take his heir from him?
    He tightened his grip, which caused the baby to wake and cry out. A part of him wanted to slam the child into the ground and watch it die. To stomp it into oblivion.
    But what if this one was his son? His own flesh and blood …
    The wise woman had said it was.
    However, she merely relayed what the gods told her, and what if they lied?
    Angry and betrayed, he went to the woman and shoved the infant into her arms. Let someone else solace it for now. He couldn’t bear the sight of either child.
    Without another word, he stormed from the room.
    The moment she was alone with the babe, the old crone transformed into a beautiful young woman with long black hair. Dressed in bloodred, she placed a kiss to the boy’s head and he instantly calmed down.
    “Poor, poor Styxx,” the goddess Athena whispered as she rocked him in her arms to soothe him. “Like your brother’s, yours will be an unpleasant future. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more for either of you. But the human world needs its heroes. And one day, they will all need you .”

 
    March 10, 9543 BC
    Five years later
    “You wretched little thief!”
    Styxx looked up at the shrill cry of his older sister. Ryssa towered above him and his twin brother Acheron as they played with their wooden horses and soldiers on the floor.
    Why was she always so cross at him? No matter what he did to try and please her, it was never enough.
    Ryssa hated him. She always had.
    “I took nothing.”
    Curling her lip, she closed the distance between them and yanked him up from the floor by his arm. “Where did you put it, you worthless little worm?” she demanded, shaking him so hard it felt as if she’d rip his arm off.
    Styxx tried to break free, but she was too strong for him. “Put what?”
    “The toy horse Father gave me for my birthday. I know you collect them and I know you stole mine. Where is it?”
    “I haven’t touched it.”
    “You’re such a liar!” She threw him toward the ground then went to search his things again. “Where have you hidden it?”
    Styxx met Acheron’s gaze. “Did you take it?” he whispered to his brother.
    Acheron shook his head.
    Then who?
    “What are you doing in here?”
    All of them froze at the sound of fury in their nurse’s voice. Before Styxx could explain that he’d invited Acheron in to play with him, the nurse snatched his brother away.
    Acheron cried out as the nurse’s grip bit into his small arm. “How many times have you been told to stay in your own room?”
    Styxx panicked as he realized Acheron still held one of the soldiers in his hand. Even though he’d given them to his brother, he knew what would happen if anyone saw it in Acheron’s