Once Upon a Story [ HIATUS ]

Longing (2)

Fun facts!
1. Chryssa is a shortened version of her full name.
2. I named Ílios after Helios, who controlled the sun's movements across the sky.

Index (sourced from the internet):
Ilíthios - idiot
Gamóto - Oh shit/fuck, Damn/Damnit

Word count: 1503
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Now forbidden from using her gifts, Chryssa's life became a mundane bore. The only way she felt better was through song; without her lyrical poems, she felt empty.

"Father, I will wither without my talents. At least let me sing at night."

"As long as you're careful."

She had made her promise and kept her word. Chryssa worked as Helios ran his chariot across the morning sky and sang under the gallops of Selene's moonlit reins. But things took a turn for the worse when the news of war reached her ears. Paris had taken Helen of Troy for his wife. The problem?

She was married to King Menelaus, the King of Sparta.

It didn't take long for his brother, Agamemnon, the Mycenaean King, to rally Menelaus and their allies to reclaim her. They had sieged the Trojan city, and it had been that way for years now.

One morning, Ermioni had called Chryssa to her room under the pretext of needing help to plan her future lectures. Surprisingly, her father was there, doom looming over his head. When they explained to her what had happened, she paled.

Ílios had received a fatal injury and would likely die before evening.

Chryssa pleaded with her father to do something. "Your blessing can surely allow him to take it safely," she reasoned, her voice shaking.

"A blessing does not replace ichor," Apollo told her. "I'm sorry, Chryssa. The fates already see the end of his thread."

Chryssa was deeply hurt. She had grown close to the boy. They spent hours together debating poetry or topics from Ermioni's lectures. She came to enjoy his company.

"I understand. Is there anything else you require from me, Mistress?"

"I've just learned that even the gods are against us in this war," she replied. "Were you aware of this?"

"Yes," Chryssa confirmed. "Apart from my father, Artemis, Aphrodite, and Leto are the only gods siding with us in this war."

"Gamóto, Paris has doomed us all to feed Cerberus in the underworld." Ermioni was enraged. After years of demanding answers from Apollo, he finally revealed why the war had started. She knew that Paris had done a foolish thing but didn't know the gods were the source of his audacity.

"Your birth mother is a vile woman," she seethed. Chryssa bowed her head in shame. She knew her mother would never feel any regret for her actions. The gods rarely did. If at all.

"Please do not direct your anger towards Chryssa. She has nothing to do with this."

"She has everything to do with this. Who knows if this isn't a part of Aphrodite's plan to have her daughter running to her feet."

Apollo stood imposingly before Ermioni, shielding Chryssa. "Aphrodite has sided with us for the war. It would be in your best interest to not anger her."

"This is all for naught," the woman declared. "Cassandra has said her warnings. Troy will fall."

Apollo clenched his fists. "Regardless of its destiny, my daughter does not deserve your hate. She is not one of us and never will be."