Apollo said it was silly to teach me because nobody I knew would ever be able to do that.Apollo said it was silly to teach me because nobody I knew would ever be able to do that." "Apollo, huh?" I said, grinning. "You don't believe in the gods?" she asked, her voice cracking and sometimes collapsing into a whisper. "Let's just say I might be one, and having been one, I'm not impressed." She watched me curiously. "Where are you from?" she asked. "How did you find me?" "Where I am from," I said softly, "Is difficult to say. I am from an airless, waterless ball of rock that floats near another star. I am from from the future, and have not been born yet." She looked at me with no comprehension. "You are a god." "No," I said, shaking my head. "I can't take that from you, Oenone." "You do know my name, then." I nodded. "I came looking for you." "Why?" she asked, surprised. "Oenone, I will not be born for two thousand years. One thousand years from now, barbarians will come and destroy a library in Persia, a library containing the greatest writings, the highest record of these islands and their learnings. Your legends will burn, and only echoes of who you are will reach my ears. You are mentioned only in the glossing, Oenone, as the wife of Paris before he became important. "Yet, enough of your story survives to tear my heart from my chest. Oenone, I cannot undo the wrongs that have been done to you, but I want to take you away from this world. I have a dream that I want you to help me fulfill. |