|Iphigenia (strongborn) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2017-02-18 15:54:00
|Entry tags:||electra, iphigenia|
WHO: Iphigenia & Electra
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: Electra's shop
WHAT: Sisters remeeting
Iphigenia's memories of her sister were painted in the soft colours of childhood, the two of them only knowing each other in youth. Electra was but one year younger than Iphigenia and so they had always been a pair, running through the palace together as little girls, getting into mischief behind their parents' back, all the while being taught that one day they would have to be proper ladies. Chrysothemis and Orestes were much younger than Iphigenia, and and the eight years that lay between her and her youngest brother seemed whole lifetimes. It was easier to act as mother towards her youngest siblings, but with Electra she could just be sister.
But then the war came when Iphigenia was thirteen and she had to put her neck down in front of a sword, no longer to be anyone's sister.
Even when Artemis stole her away, Iphigenia didn't get to return to her family. She was taken to Tauris and performed the role of high priestess. There, barely more than a child herself, it was her role to sacrifice any Greek strangers who came through and gift them to her goddess. Every day there she longed to return back home, to see her family and her people again. She dreamed vividly of the death of Orestes and the end of her bloodline.
But then Orestes came to her there. She would have killed him but luck made them reveal to each other who they were, and so instead they escaped from Tauris.
On the ship back to Greece Iphigenia was so happy that she would be with her family again, to be the sister she hadn't be able to be. But then Athena appeared and made her command: Iphigenia would not go home. Iphigenia would go to the temple of Artemis in Brauron, the same place where Agamemnon had killed the goddess' deer and boasted about it. There she would live the rest of her life as priestess, die, and be buried beneath the foreign soil.
And now, in New York City, centuries later, Iphigenia walked through the door of a small shop, a buzzer announcing her entrance. The day had finally come when she would be reunited with the sister she had lost so long ago.