Rhea stood in the rain, the ice cold droplets stinging her face, mixing with the salty tears seeping through her lashes. She was done. Done with pretending, with the fake smiles and forced laughs. She looked at the ground far below, imagining it's cold embrace.

She paused. Footsteps sounded behind her, alerting her to the presence of another.

"Rhea, what are you doing?" A smooth baritone voice cut through the air. She tilted her head back, smiling sadistically, before turning to her lover.

"He is dead," she said simply. The man nodded, for it was true. Rhea's father was dead, killed in battle. Rhea stepped closer to the edge, peering once more into the gathering darkness. "I... I am lost, Gareth." Gareth moved closer.

"Rhea, please come back here. You could slip."

Rhea shook her head. "The world once seemed bright and clear; now it is a dark and twisted hell, with only one foreseeable escape."

Gareth strode forward to stand next to her and grabbed her hands. "Rhea, I know what you are going through. There is another way. Death is not the answer. Stay with me. I love you. So did Loki and Frigga. They would not wish to see you in the halls of Death this soon." Rhea nodded and wiped away her tears.

"Perhaps... you are right. I will mourn for my father and grandmother. Just... Stay by my side. Catch me when I stumble."

Gareth smiled. "Always the Captain Obvious," he murmered. "Come on, it's freezing. Let's get you insi-"

As her began to turn, his foot caught on a rock, and he slipped on the wet ground and fell. Time seemed to slow as his hands were ripped from Rhea's. Her terrified blue eyes met his strangely calm grey ones. The last thing he heard was a bloodcurdling scream. Then, he was swallowed by the inky shadows, and sensed no more.

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