Stories to be Rewritten: Elisabeth's Stories :Book 1 Lavenders and Pomegranates

Chapter 14

"So, let me try and understand this, and feel free to stop me when I'm wrong." Henry said as he got up from his seat. He was taking all this surprisingly well. He knew he wasn't like other people, or demigods for that matter, but not human at all? What the hell was he then?! He started pacing in front of the goddess out of frustration. "I'm not human."

"Yes."

"And you created me about eighteen years ago."

"Thirteen actually, and not me." Persephone said as she brushed ash off her shoulder.

"And this was because something bad was happening?"

"Well, more like we were afraid something bad would happen." The goddess said as she moved the rusted harp to the side and placed her hands in her lap.

"What do you mean?" Henry said as he stopped in his tracks in front of a skeleton garden ornament. It was creepy as hell, but he ignored it.

Persephone stood up, taking his arm and walking with him as she wove her words together to create the tale."Many years ago, there was a prophasy that fortold the fall of Olympus at the hands of a child of Zues, Hades, or Poseidon. It was said that either the child would save us from destruction, or join with Kronos and destroy us all. Out of fear, everyone agreed that the three gods would not make love with a mortal ever again, and as you can see, Poseidon and Zues couldn't keep to that." Persephony sighed a little, looking up at the eerie red clouds of fire and smoke. "Hades was the only one who fallowed the rule set out to prevent the prophasy. But, as the ace up his sleeve, he had his only two children taken into the Lottas Cassino where they never aged, so that he could be apart of the prohasy as well.

Now, as time passed, Hades became a little sceptic of this upcoming catastraphy. He sought guadance from his mother Rhiea, begging her for a way to save Olympus even though he despised them. She was the one who gave him the secret to where he could find the two Titans who had created man to begin with: Prometheus and Epimetheus. As you should know, Chiron had died for Prometheus and Herculease had unchained him and killed the dreaded eagle, but after that, no one knows what became of him. And no one knew what became of Epimetheus after he was shamed for letting Pandora stay on earth and open the vase. Pandora's box, so it was called.

Hades then sent one of his dead fallowers to find Prometheus and another to find Epimetheus. Unfortunatly, we could not find Epimetheus, the one who breathed life into man. So Hades begged his mother to help him one last time. She saw no problem with this, for he was doing this from the goodness that has been hidden in his heart for far too long. She spoke to Hepheastus, asking him to make three seperate bases for the creations. He made them from living mettle, something so rare that only someone as old as Rhiea would ever know about, much less be able to harvest it.

For hours and hours he worked, making them all just right. And when the servent came back with Prometheus, Hades offered him any two things he wanted in exchange for creating three beings for him.

But, Prometheus asked him for the two things he did not know how to get. 'Bring me a small peice of Zues' lightning bolt, and the jewel from Poseidon's trietent.' But, while Hades was planning on retreiving these things, he stole a small flake off of Hades' invisability helmet. Using this, he created one test child to see if his idea would work. In secret, Prometheus made the child from the palest and most durable clay he could find and snuck it to Rhiea to breath life into it."

"Did it work?" Henry asked, his eyes glowing a little in interest. This story was so unearthly and amazing that he could not resist asking. She smiled at him and took off his hat, ruffling his pure blond hair.

"Your right here, so what do you thing?" Henry's eyes widened as he did a double take.

"Wait, I was the test subject?!" Persepone nodded and continued with her story.