Mother of a Monster Pt. 4My visitor didn't show himself until after two days in this purgatory. He was an odd one to be certain. With long grey hair, shaggy bangs that masked his eyes and glasses over that, he wasn't anything like I had seen before. He greeted me by name, commenting on my resilience and then asked me if I was afraid. I don't know what I saw, but I had an idea of what he was; a reaper.Father had told me tales of these gods of death passed down from his mother; a priestess of some sort. I was supposed to die and he was here to collect my soul. Of course I was afraid, but I wasn't going to lie down and die. He would have to take me fighting tooth and nail. I wasn't going to leave my sons without a mother if I could possibly help it.Much to my surprise he laid the rather intimidating scythe he carried on the ground to join me by the fire. Then he asked me to tell him my story. My first t
Mother of a Monster Pt. 3Daedalus may not have been the brightest man but he was wise enough to recognize that I wouldn't change my ways simply because I had married him. Even though I took on my responsibilities seriously, he never forbade me from pursuing the other things I enjoyed. Nor did he choose to disarm me. Life would, more or less, resume its usual pace other than me staying in my new home more as well as getting used to having someone else join me where I slept. Everything changed a month after I was wedded when I became ill. Despite Daedalus' alarm, I knew what was wrong. I didn't know how I knew, but even at the beginning I realized I was pregnant. I was torn between wonder at the life that now grew inside me or fear that I would end up like my mother had. My fears were groundless as two weeks after my sixteenth birthday my son Dalin was born. From that point my life revolved around him.
Mother of a Monster Pt. 2In hindsight I can see the wisdom for my father's actions. He was getting older and I showed no interest in anybody. Given my attitude, I was excluded from most circles so I had no suitors even if I wanted them. Near the end of my fourteenth year one of my father's friends expressed an interest in me and then asked for my hand. Father accepted.As one of Father's friends I had met Daedalus a few times before and I found him nice enough. Not the brightest fellow, but kind and polite. He was also seventeen years older than me. When Father told me of the engagement I was furious. I didn't want to be shackled to the life of a farmer's wife. I'd never be able to live my half conceived dreams. I'd be stuck in an endless round of babies and women's work. So, in my oh so superior teenage mind, I took the only route I saw open for me. I ran away. I was going to ea