My eyes fluttered, and the vague sense of being lifted caught me by surprise. My wails filled my surroundings, I dimly glimpsed and registered that several other people were surrounding me, but I didn't know if these were my friends I was just playing with or paramedics coming to my rescue, I just couldn't comprehend, my mind just felt so occupied and exhausted everything just didn't fit into place so I couldn't properly process what was going on. Minutes passed allowing my mind to settle, being still and quite allowed me the opportunity to hear the voices around me, they started to become less and less muddy as the seconds continues, I was even able to get out of my stupor and catch the tail end of one of their conversations, "Wipe him down, cut him, then givem him over." A man ordered, his voice resonating with a thick Gaelic accent.
Only seconds later I once again felt weightless as I was lifted gently, still surprised that I could be lifted so easily I shook my head to get rid of my clouded mind and opened my eyes fully, becoming baffled and terrified at what I discovered. A caucasian man his face a cacophony of freckles and scars stood towering over me, his hazelnut eyes bearing down judgementally, I squirmed in his grasp trying my best to escape him. It did nothing his grip on me was like iron, all my resistance gained me was a slight rise from the corner of his mouth. He continued to observe me for a few more nerve-racking seconds before he reached over to a nearby table and picked up a moist white clothe, he brought them close to me and began to rub me down, I tried to speak out to get him to stop, but all I could manage was only an incoherent babbling. This just increased his slight smile, after rubbing me down and cleaning every inch of my body he handed me over to someone else, I couldn't see who I was handed off to because I kept my eyes clamped shut, my face flushed red from embarrassment.
Whoever was holding me seemed quite worried about me as she spoke softly, "Why is he red?! Is something wrong with him!?" A feminine angelic voice questioned a hint of fear and worry being projected. A slight frantic shuffle occurred around me, I opened one of my eyes cautiously to see what was happening, only to come face to face with the hazelnut man's face. He squinted at to slowly and nodded his head.
"Nah dear, he seems alright to me." The hazelnut man interjected, "Might have just scarred em."
The man stood straight up letting me get a good look at him. He was a giant of a man standing at least seven feet tall, along with being built like an Olympic God, which made him strike quite a figure as he greased his bark brown hair back with his hand, "Littl one seems scared of me." He chuckled lightly, his eyes shifting to me than to the person holding me.
Not wanting to grab any more of his attention than what was necessary I began to follow his gaze and caught sight of who was holding me. An angelic figure greeted my eyes as I shifted over, stunned from my shame the red returning with fury as I beheld the women. If the man was Hercules then this woman was Aphrodite. She looked down at me and it made all my worries just melt away, she smiled and I couldn't stop myself from smiling too.
"He's smiling dear!" She excitedly stated, not taking her eyes off of me, I did the same our eyes never leaving each other. I just couldn't get enough of this women's gaze, it was so wholesome, a look of pure joy and unadulterated love. It was a new experience for me, something long lost but found. While watching each other I began to take in her form, her crimson hair matted with sweat covered one of her eyes, but with a tender flick of her wrist, she moved it, revealing to me both of her lustrous green eyes, the moment we shared was like magic and something that I wouldn't soon forget. Alas like all good this moment came crashing down suddenly, when the Hercule wannabe strolled up and placed his hand around the women, "So," The man began his accent as thick as ever, "Ya come up with a name for em yet?"