PERSEPHONE: ACIENT QUEEN PERSEPHONE

Chapter Three- Newcomer

Chapter Three: Newcomer

Thank you for reading the previous chapters and most importantly, thank you for reading this novel and the chapter presented right here: NEWCOMER. 

Sighing to myself in relief, I cannot reason with myself about the upcoming harvest mother and I are obliged to provide the creations of father with. Even without hours of rest; we are to provide. The Pantheon are to protect its creations.

"Child," Mother calls to me, with that voice of an angel. "Do not leave my sight." Giving me an expressionless glare, I follow. Her slick tone is smooth. However, her attitude can deceit a person of truth. She's alright for a grown woman but her personality since the immortal war has toughen in great lengths. Sturdy as a metal pole may stand; and the goddess never goes much into comfort anymore.

I shouldn't be different, though mother says that a normal mom wouldn't have to feel fire burning in her stomach eighteen years after you set her uterus on fire, while pushing out. Though there are other things she worries about but won't reveal it. Mother hides it all in her head, and she won't tell. I figured it out myself.

I am mother's worst fear by far. She is too scared to admit it, but I will be different. My flesh is thicker, my eyes are a rare shade of blue, and I am paler than most. Most of all, I am healthier and more immune than most. Most creatures can take up to years to learn about the world outside of the mini cabin in the fields, or about history repeating about itself. It comes to me naturally.

Walking behind mother in the mess of people, she clings onto the collar of my dress. The navy blue shirt-dress was longer than I was. I was tripping every so often . She was helping me to walk straight.

Father doesn't like it that mother treats me oddly like a human girl.

Today was going to be my first time that I was going to get fitted for a few outfits.

It felt strange getting notify that I will be getting fitted in front of my peers. Especially, if I am an oddball.

We go into mother's small stable hut of a house. We both sleep on the queen size bed of straw that lays on the loft. Everything else is on the floor, but we don't mind the small space we always had the same house since I could remember.

"Kore, the skies of Olympus are vastly different than the society that mankind had created. The lofts are luxurious due to creation and gifts of each immortal. However, Earth is a safer place, and therefore I had bestowed a similar gift than I at birth. You are the goddess of spring, daughter. Don't you forget that."

Strolling behind her mother's waist, she ponders about the information just give. Her mother never speaks about her birth with a delicate tone."Mother, why are you explaining to me this right now?"

"Besides the fact that the seamstress is housed at Mount Olympus, near the immortals to indulge with her talents and masterpieces; your father had conceived a child early this morning."

"Conceived, mother?"

"Yes conceived, dear one." From a harsh tone of voice; to her usual smooth rhythm and expressionless glare, she continues with her story. "The baby mamma had opt out on the birthing table not too long before her miscarriage. In order to protect and care for the unborn, the child had recently been swallowed."

"Mother, may I ask what is the child to be called?"

"Dionysus; the god of the festivities; celebration and the creation of wine." ... "For the child will be worshiped when all is too good among mankind; his gifts from the creatures will certainty be wine; and therefore, Mount Olympus will have a dry day with the young fella."