HERA

She stood in the evergreen woods white dress clinging to her skin black hair wispy from the wind. She stood opening her eyes to the new world around her taking in the fresh air feeling the ruddy earth beneath her feet. Hearing the singing of the birds and the whispers of the trees as their leaves rustle through the wind. She closed her eyes taking all these things in taking in the peaceful energy that enveloped her like a mother's affection never has she felt such peace ever come over her. Then it changed the air the trees the sound all replaced by the crashing of blue oceans against the grainy white sand.

The sky painted with mosaic colors of twilight yet the feeling of peace did not cease it hold like a grip that would not let go. She stood next to the never ending ocean like a swipe of a wand the sky was filled with many stars shining bright against the dark blue sky and the moon big and silver magic filling the air as the fireflies danced from their hiding place to light the world around her.

She stood next to the ocean thinking about the many lives that she lived the pain that she went through to get to this point the point of peace. Her husband who abused her not physically but emotionally to take and take until she was left with nothing. Everyone misunderstood her no one understood the hardship of being a powerful man's wife a man who doesn't even appreciate her nor does he have respect for her.

Thousands of years of patience she waited for her husband to see her the way many faithful husband see their wives. Queens with power over their very being hell the simple thought without their Queen they would die but no her husband was a man of power and a never ending lust that he just could not cease. With all the women he had bedded it took a small part of her to see those mistakes reflected everytime she walked in her court until she was left with nothing.

The tales that humanity has spread about her has taken an even bigger piece of her. Her people were to afraid of praying to her in fear of angering her. Her husband gave her five children none he paid attention to as well as paid his other bastard children it was after her fifth that the thought of having another child that would not be properly loved pierced her heart and shut her little ride of reproduction down.

For years she has complained and chased after her husband trying to hold on to something that just isn't there no she cannot divorce him for she would be going against her name.But she was tired and needed a change to focus on herself and who she could be. Yes, a change was coming and for the better because even if she is angry and hurt he would never change his ways. She stood on the island thinking about the feeling that was consuming her this peace this love for herself again.

She realized after all the years of threatening and yelling that it was a waste of time that this was setting an example to the women she patron. That this is okay when in fact it's not okay for your husband to cheat on you it is not okay for him to have children with another woman and then raise that child in your house and ignore the rest of the children that you birthed no it is not okay.

It was then that she realized how foolish of a woman she is and how she can change all of it because a weak woman has to yell and threaten a strong woman just has to leave and for the first time in thousands of years she was doing just that... leaving. No, divorce considering the circumstances but just separation because this is not working and she wasn't going to try anymore.

Her name made most angry or afraid but for her it meant love, hope, and the beauty of feminine power but like a stroke of luck she realizes the shame she put her own name through and the reason for everything she has ever done has been nothing but nonsense.

Her name is Hera. Goddess of marriage, sky, and women.