[ WP ] `` I have seen the future , and you have no place in it . ''

Pithya leaned over the ailing child hidden behind her throne. There was no end to those who came begging for guidance, day and night, sitting, waiting without rest. But she knew her god would blind them, giving her time to do what must be done. 
 
 A young boy layed there, drunken by the fumes. When she was close enough to him for her breath to tickle his skin, his heavy eyelids opened and he offered her a beatific smile. She would've liked to keep him, she thought. Mad thoughts. 
 
 Another one of Zeus' half human children. This one's mother somehow rouse Apollo's ire and the god condemned him to die. 
 
 `` I have seen the future, and you have no place in it,'' she said, crossing her knuckles over his cheek. 
 
 His skin was so smooth and warm. His hair so fine between her fingers. When he lazily lifted his hand and his small fingers encirled her wrist, she was lost. Keeping him. Madness. 
 
 
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