Do you remember the last time we faced each other Calypso?

I won by semantics as you destroyed my body and forced me out of the cage.

I was the most sore winner there could be.

I had to admit at that moment you were the better woman that night and getting my hand raised was more of a consolation prize than a true victory.

I’ve tasted the sweetest victories and the most bitter defeats but I never felt less proud than that night. Even the losses I could tell myself I tried my best but that night, I tossed and turned in bed kept awake by a body that could not be comfortable and worse, a mind that felt at its lowest, stuck with thoughts of self-hatred and low esteem.

It was like a monster that trapped me more than that literal cage ever could. It invaded every thought I had. It felt like it was literally changing me. I was no longer confident, I was no longer proud to just exist. I wasn’t Narcissa anymore, I certainly didn’t feel like Hera. No, I metamorphosed into Doubt, just a frail semblance of a human.

I eventually got my confidence back and won every single gold there is to win in this place. Before those good times, you made me fall into a dark place covered in the ash of all the bridges I burnt along my path. Even though we were on better terms when it happened and like a phoenix, I burned brighter than ever before, I can’t say I shed a tear when I heard the news of your passing.

Yet, you escaped the cage we all have to face. Harder to come back from than doubt, you escaped Hades and came back to the world of the living. My only question is why? This isn’t a Tombstone or Drewitt situation where life is the prison they are forced to endure, you’re back for a purpose.

Is it to be in the shadow of Tombstone again? I get it, he casts a large shadow, one he almost forced me to be stuck under. I understand getting stuck in that position but that’s not a life to come back for.

Is it to be your own woman for once? If so, I applaud the effort. It’s more freeing than anything someone else can give you.

Is it a repeat of history, shifting the paradigm in your favor, or something more insidious than that?

Have you come back to haunt the woman of your idol’s dreams? The one he would do anything to marry while you had to watch?!

Did that strike a nerve? Good, because it’s about damn time I make you feel what you forced me to endure. I’m going to make you escape death just to endure a close relative in doubt, the death of the mind.

Get some good sleep before our match Calypso, that monster will make you wish you could rest in peace again.