Act III
She dug her hands into the sand he had once laid upon. She squeezed her eyes shut, holding in the tears. He was gone from her. She would embrace who she was, ruin as much as she could before the gods stopped her. She wanted to unleash every feeling she had on the world for what she had lost and gained.
Discordia lay in the discoloured puddle of bloodied sand and let her mind drift across all the possible ways to descend her fury among the other gods. Her hands took fist-fulls of sand and she held them to her breast. The final thing Anup left her, it still smelled of him.
She lay for hours, in a near catatonic state. Like the tide, her palm smoothed out the sand until the surface was flat. Then she began to run her fingers through the level sand, dragging patterns out of it and f
