Black Water Mist War in the Heavens

Every step it took rattled Ladon’s bones and struck his heart. He tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled down the stairs; Lilly tumbled in unison beside him. All he could do was feel. Feel the cold wet step, feel the heat from the pain, and feel the rhythm of the water crashing over the falls.

Lilly never moved. The blood on the floor which had once flowed in her newborn veins, bled out and trickled toward the life-giving Black Water mist.

Ladon held Lilly in his arms, tight, and spoke into her ear. “I would have died in your place. Damn you Lilly. You never knew when to quit; wagging your tail, giving me those loving doggy eyes, or behaving like an excited puppy when I came home. And you never knew when to quit fighting for me. You fought valiantly tonight against overwhelming odds not as big as your foe, but in your heart you were a giant. You have been my friend and for that I will forever be grateful and hold your memory as a treasure. I hope you are happy in your new home under the rainbow bridge with your mother, sisters and brothers. They are coming to take you home.”