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The two scenes that inspired the rest of the trilogy in mine:
Golden eyes. A gracious heart. Beautiful blood. Blood. Blood. The sharp taste of blood in my mouth, my nose. I could feel the sticky blood on my hands. Slowly, agonizingly, I began to remember fragments of what I’d lost. Pain. Someone had a knife. Was it me? Blood. Fear.
Pain.
The worst pain I’d ever felt concentrated right in between my ribs. I resisted the urge to scream out, and somehow through the thick haze of agony and confusion, I could start to hear voices.
And
It was all a lie. A beautifully created lie, one that only could have been weaved by Athena or Arachne. And I’d believed every second of it. Of course I had, he had played into every single one of my insecurities, building me up before subtly, ruthlessly, tearing me back down again. After all, they say the higher you climb the harder you fall.
I feel like every writer has created whole stories before around just that one specific scene that they thought of and really wanted to write. Sometimes I wonder what those scenes were for my favourite stories.