𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

Beauty is pain, but beauty is everything

Beauty is power; a smile is its sword.

The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mode, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows. When you do something noble and beautiful but nobody notices, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle, and yet most of the audience still sleeps.

It had always seemed so ridiculous to her, that people wanted to be around someone because they were conventionally pretty. They would always act nice, to get on your good side. But really, behind ones back, they would laugh about you. Mock your every being. But Delal could never have cared less about what people said. Positive or negative. The moment you had to recruit people to put another person down, in order to convince someone of your value is the day you had dishonoured your children, your parents and your God. For if someone could not see your worth the problem was them, not you.

Her mother, Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty, had graced her with overly exceptional, radiant allourment. The power to seduce any man. However, that was never a power she fancied. Because, in truth, she couldn't even be sure if she fancied men at all.

She had pushed away all suitors her mother had presented her with. Not because she did not care for love, quiet the contrary, she had tried to bring herself to love these men. But in the end, it had all proven to be pointless and without much of a sense. She herself wanted to choose who to love. Not have it chosen for her. She loved the little things in life, the flowers that blossomed by the shores of a little creek, the green of the grass that surrounded it. Delal loved the raw beauty of everything. She saw it in every being, large or small. Human, deity, animal or plant. Even the elements did seem beautiful to her. When during a thunderstorm, how the swishes of lightning with haste would chase through the sky. Electric and hot. It was beautiful. The raindrops that slightly graced the earth, making the earth smell of that beautiful scent that only arose but one every few seasons. The rays of sun that would lightly carres her skin. It all seemed so perfect. So naturally beautiful.

She did remember one person, however, that had peaked her interest. A girl. She had seen her but once. She was sitting on the green grass, a scroll in hand, focused on what it held. She had mid-lengh dark brown hair, her skin was tan, her eyes intense yet soft. Log, Delal had hid in the long grass. Watching the girl. She was beauty. And perhaps, also brains. Delals breathing became shallow. She needed to talk to that girl. She needed to smell her, to touch her soft hair, to feel her fair skin. The girl lightly brushed her hair to the side. Her locks falling in place seemingly perfectly. If it hadn't been for the fact that Delal well knew, that there was nobody quiet as alluring as her mother, she would have well confidentiality said, that this girl was the prettiest human to have ever existed. And in some way, she truly was.

She looked ever so kind, so lovely and smart. Light muscles were shown on her body. Her hair was dark as the night, but it shone ever so brightly in the light of the sun. It had a rivalry unmatched, beauty and radiance clashing through the air against one another. Eyes of high kindness, love, affection. Like a dark untouched honey. Golden. But Delal had seen what else the strange beauty's eyes could do. Like her own, when her name was called, her eyes emitted a strong, crystal blue glow. Gone were her pupils, all was filled with a diamond looking substance that appeared to have cracks in her eyes. Delals eyes too did the same whenever her m other called for her, or was near.

And so did the girls. Her name, Seferi, was a beautiful name. It stood for travel, and adventure. But also war and fierce battle. Strategy and wit. It suited her. Delal wondered if she was as smart as her name suggested. As fierce as fire, as witted as an owl, as far reaching as the plains. She wondered if she would ever see that girl again. Was that the first and only time she would get to bless her eyes with her radiant beauty again. She hoped not. Even just seeing her again to admire her from afar would be enough. All she wanted was to see her again.

And here she stood.

On the mount of Olympus. The Pathenon, the home of the gods. She wasn't here due to pleasure, not her own will. He mother had said, she was to be sent there to learn the ways of the gods by Zeus himself. And so she would.

Passing through the empty corridors, she could not help but to feel scared. She did not know what to think. But, you would never do anything in this world without courage. It was the greatest quality of the mind next to honor. The generality of mankind is naturally apt to be swayed by fear rather than reverence, and to refrain from evil rather because of the punishment that it brings than because of its own foulness. He who has overcome his fears will truly be free.

Slowly she traipsed through the halls, catching glimps of a light at the end of the corridor. Carefully, Delal neared herself to the rays and gasped.

Lean and proud. In the pose of one of the many statues of her mother. Slightly crouched over, one hand holding her chin. The light of the sun down, red and orange, illuminating her. Godlike, as she truthfully was.

There, in silent thought, Seferi stood. Quickly she took notice of Delals presence, standing up fully, turning towards Delal. Her face was flushed, her eyes wide in pure shock. Her rosy cheeks flared into a burning red. She began to sweat, her body suddenly feeling like it was exploding. Her stomach felt like it had dropped to the ground.

Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.

Delal did not dare to approach her. She seemed ever so kind but for the first time in her life, she was scared someone would not find her appealing. For the first time in all of her life, Delal questioned her beauty. Because in the face of her first love, she did not see anything about herself that could be appealing.

'Hello.'  Seferi spoke 'May I help you?'