The Unexpected

Chapter 1 - Goddess of Destiny

Hi! So, another new story for you! It will be a short story - this time, set in the past. I have recently found a whole bunch of old school assignments, which have the potential as storylines, so I am slowly writing these up, and I will hopefully find more to upload for you! Please let me know what you think!

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The moon, so bright, so beautiful. A pearly shaft of light, a blinding spotlight on my upturned face. Piercing through the faint blanket of mist, which clings to every surface, coating every inch of exposed skin. So much light from that tiny glowing orb in the sky, so far away. So alone. Alone, just like me, always set apart from the others. Beautiful, yes, but so, so alone...

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Ananke, the Goddess of destiny: that is who I am named after. I'd like to think that she was once like me, or that I will one day become like her. But I know that is impossible, a simple fantasy of longing and freedom – it will never be that way. I am but a mere mortal, no matter what they all say, no matter who my father is. I'd be the first to admit that I often struggle to keep a grasp on reality. Why should I, when my fantasies, my daydreams, are so much kinder than the real world?

The real world.

The real world, that stole my mother from me, back when I was only eight. Never again, I vowed at her deathbed, would I let anyone take those I love from me. I'd like to see them try.

Not even the Gods can stop me.

Never again.

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1218, BC

The usually-bustling streets of Athens are empty by night, my frantic footsteps muffled in the biting wind. My chest tightens, my breathing hitches, my heart beats faster. I cannot be caught. Who know what my father would do if he knew I was here?

My father, my last living relative.

Slayer of the Minotaur.

My father, the king of Athens. King Theseus.

That makes me royalty, I suppose.

I don't feel royal.

I feel like a prisoner.

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Father would be raging if he knew of my sneaking out, especially after expressing his directs orders not to. I am headed to the lower city, the 'Common ground', as Father so scornfully calls it. I suppose he can say whatever he chooses – he holds King's privileges, after all. In my opinion, that doesn't make it any better.

He believes my place is safe inside the palace walls.

I know better, I know the truth.

My place is with Ajax, the only man I have ever loved.

Ajax is one of the 'common' citizens of Athens, hence the necessity to sneak out beyond the palace walls. I know Father would never let me be with him; even now, he is planning my engagement to Atropos. He is a distant cousin of mine, a fellow member of royalty. If I must marry him, then I must – even I have to follow the King's orders, and more importantly, the orders of my father. No good daughter would ever disobey her father's orders, and I have the added pressure of being constantly under the public eye. It is my duty, my responsibility, to obey. So I must marry Atropos.

But they can never make me love him.

He makes me uncomfortable, makes the hairs stand up on the back of my neck, makes my skin prickle irritably.

Just as it is doing now...