Angels & Shadows

Prelude

Prelude (Final Edit)

Foothills of Mount Olympus, Greece. September 2008:

Although it was past mid-summer in the foothills looking out towards Mount Olympus, fabled Seat of Zeus king of gods, the temperature had not dipped below 30 degrees.

The two maidens bathing naked in the fresh mountain pool were in many ways closer in kind to the Nymphs and Deities of the myths that formed the history of this very Greece than their flesh and blood suggested, in fact they were in part responsible for them. But that comes later.

What measures a lifetime three score and ten, seventy years perhaps? These beauties had been on our Earth for more than 5000 but they were still in the very prime of their lives. They were among the last of their kind and carried with them the burden of having witnessed man's atrocities to man over the millennia. They were the regulators but they were gradually becoming disillusioned and powerless to prevent man's eventual decline into the abyss.

But they were not entirely free of guilt themselves for it was their people who had brought the 'Shadows' to live amongst us here long ago, and they who had lost control of them. The responsibility to restore the balance was now almost entirely in the hands of these two nubile girls as they were the last remaining full-blooded Matriarchs of their race.

It was easy to walk among us then in the primitive times of the early colonial days when they had control of the Shadows. All that man needed were gods to fear and worship and rules to obey in order to create a conscience within us, and they had provided that. These were simple tools to guide us to the good side of our being and there was no need to constrain our lives further. It was the creation of our humanity, a beautiful gift that they had given us and it brought with it peace, love and compassion.

But that was before they lost control...

The naked girls bathing in the cool waters were sisters. Only five of their years separated them but Maelströminha was the eldest and with that came the responsibility of her birthright. She was Principal Matriarch and responsible for the future of her race, although incongruously, she appeared to be only in her early to mid-twenties of our years. Her sleek black hair was plaited in a rope and swept over her shoulder falling down her naked breast to her slim waist. She was petite and athletic in build but not at the cost of her centre-fold feminine curves. Her face was finely sculpted with high cheekbones and large startling blue eyes that reflected the sun as it danced on the chop of the clear mountain waters. Her full mouth and perfect white teeth gave her the most captivating smile and her laughter was lyrical and kind to the ear.

She was chatting animatedly to her sister although there was an underlying tension about it all. Maelströminha was evidently teasing her about something, judging by the way that Crystalita suddenly stood up with her hands on her hips in mock disdain. The innocent act displayed her nude svelte body that glowed with the health of youth in the bright Grecian sunshine. Her long platinum blonde hair tumbled down her back and caught the light and shone like a halo around her head. She was bronzed and beautiful and she shared the same startling blue eyes as her sister, but unfortunately not her temperament.

Something was said and Crystalita stormed out of the pool stamping her feet in temper. She turned her back to her sister and sat on a rock with her arms folded and chin jutted out as she seethed in a black rage.

Maelströminha let her be for a while knowing how head strong she was and the pointlessness of trying to talk to her too soon. After a few minutes she stood up and walked over to her. As she left the pool, water ran in rivulets down her naked body following each and every feminine contour, encouraged by the natural and unaffected sway of her hips. It was a scene that would have become iconic had it ever graced the silver-screen.