PERSEPHONE: ACIENT QUEEN PERSEPHONE

Chapter Four- Horses And Mother

Chapter Four: Horses And Mother

Thank you for checking out this chapter to PERSEPHONE - HORSES AND MOTHER! I appreciate the time you spent reading this novella that I have created on wattpad. The time it has taken myself to gather information, write, read, write some more and edit before pressing the publish button takes a lot of time on my own part. This is a story that I am very interested to continue to write and to publish as long as possible. Please note that I use google translate for the Greek Language. There may be an error on any of the translations within this story, although at least I tried.

Years ago, almost a score of years from this day I have fallen in love with the most astonishing; heartfelt creatures on this breathtaking planet. How the dusk and dawn every morning and night cannot compare to the holy beauty of the animal that beholds my eyes; ears, and heart. It is like the animal is a piece of my soul. A piece of my pattern. My life's conquest. My spirit animal.

How admirable this creature is. The way it grunts in irritation. The way it nudges it's familiar with love and warmth. The way it screeches like a babe or a lil girl once in a great while.

It has hooves.

It trots. Dashes in the winds.

The creatures can throttle through any territory; any geographics; any map; across the ocean on a boat; invade a foreign city. Through the puddles and the rivers. Waterfalls and ravines. Rain or shine. Forest or the great outback. Any continent.

The beautifulness of the animal cannot compare to the love I have for my inspirations and aspirations. For these creatures are the connection I have with life and death. Death is something that I cannot participate in; comparing to these creature, humans and other animals. How sheep I am to ask for a heaven underneath the ground. However, they are like my own babes.

Something that holds me in one piece.

The world can be breathtaking. This I know too well. Each day is unique compared to the last. Each sunrise and sunset will never be the same. Each wave does not repeat itself; merely mirrors the first to come. The reflections and shadows of the sun are transparent, a pretty word itself. However, glistering in it's own beauty. Snowflakes are known to have it's own rarity. Never the same but easy to melt like a heart.

If there's something I love more than the scenery on this planet, my great grandmother, Gaia herself: it is the voice of hers. The harsh gale nearing the mountain tops and the chattering of the waves. The noise of the conch shells.

However, I am not on Earth at the moment. I am nearing the great skies on the mountains of the untouchable by mankind and its habitats. Near the stars at night. Scorpicus. Cassiopeia. Cygnus and others. And the clouds during the broad daylight.

As harsh as it may sound. As it may be. I am stranded under my father's territory with my mother who desires nothing else but to be gone on Earth during the harvest. Although she's here for me. It's not for me actually. It is for the seamstress to clothe me. For the handmaiden to bathe me and to feed me. Not because of the desire of either of us.

In reality; we have not bonded in ages.

My mother. The child of Cronus and Rhea. The grandchild of Gaia, and her lifetime mate whom started everything. The goddess the harvest and fertility. The one who rules the laws of agriculture. Cornucopia. Wheat. Torch. Bread. Her names are: Demeter; Aganippe; Potnia; Thesmophoros.

How I wished that I would have an actual name! Kore... Maiden. That is it? Do I not have a name? An actual name or title?

She says that I am the goddess of the season of spring. I it one of hers, or is it mine?

Why would father not allow a name or title for his eldest daughter?

Somehow in the midst of the stone villa: marble textures: I am wondering about my identity. If a horse is my connections. My life's conquest, than my name must be of horse? Horse? Αλογο? Alogo, Demeter of the Harvest's daughter? Me? Hmmh.. Could be.

I doubt it.

Until dear mother or dearest father introduces another piece of my identity- I am known as Kore: the daughter of the harvest and the skies.

My thoughts are paralyzed as I walk through the marble like doors of mother's villa. Her nymphs were correct on the suspicion that mother had indeed misinformed her child, myself and the other child like nymphs of the vast fortunes she has on the great mountain of Olympus. The nymphs sings a song of gold shards on a platinum like silver platters; glacier water with frozen cubes and fruit on the side. The songs of mother's attire wardrobe of silk, silk, wool, and more precious silk. Every color of the rainbow including the Roman Royal shade of violet. Her precious jewels from the other gods. Freshly gathered bouquet of flowers on a daily basis. The private hot steamed bathes within a golden tub; prepared not by herself.

Something inside of me boils as if I am on fire. My chest starts to tighten-up quickly as I feel prongs slamming within. The tightness lingers into my stomach, the uneasiness only gets worse. Wrapping around me I have a tight towel in my stomach trying to stretch-out. However the towel isn't real, it cannot stretch-out.

How could mother betray me and exiled my childhood to Earth; rather than raising her only daughter in the comfort she secretly travels for?

Trying to clear my throat, my horse is still plain due to the thirst that I have. "Mother, why am I raised with the nymphs on Earth as you are often here? Should I not be able to stay alongside my mother in order to learn such traits of a goddess?" Mother is 5'8, tall. Her narrow raven shaded globes twitches . As her fist is aiming right towards my sniffling nose. I scream. My voice has triumph from crisp, hoarse cry, to a jolt of energy. The cries that I am shedding are the screams of agony as I see myself as a disgrace. "Shall I be criticized once more on prosperity rather than deity I was given during birth? "

Mother turns around and looks at me with narrow eyes "Curiosity killed the cat." Her smile was fading. I knew why she's upset, but I won't tell. I am in need. In need of assistance for both my mother and I. We both in need. Holy, holy, holy-gosh, she's upset. From the moment that I was birthed, she has cultivated every action I take.

Now I am no longer hers to control.

All of the sudden she breaths heavily with anticipation. Her sorrowful raven globes stats to teary as I face her. The fist aiming for my nose lowers to her side as the other palms force into a fist. Her knuckles turn pale. The caresses in her eyes are longer. Crunching nose like a pig. Diamonds on her cheeks. Diamonds slowly dripping off of her flesh and onto the marble ground of the Pantheon palace. "ΜΟΝΟ, ΕΑΝ ΓΝΩΡΙΖΕΤΕ ΠΟΙΟ ΕΙΝΑΙ ΠΡΑΓΜΑΤΙΚΟ ΣΗΜΑΝΤΙΚΟ". MONO, EAN GNORIZETE POIO EINAI PRAGMATIKO SIMANTIKO. ONLY IF YOU KNEW WHO YOU ARE ACTUALLY MEANT TO BE.

"Πώς μπορώ να μάθω τίποτα για τον εαυτό μου; Η ταυτότητά μου; Περπατώ με τα παιδιά του δάσους. Ένας εξοικειωμένος με τα nymphs που έστειλε να θέσει μια κόρη, όχι η μητέρα να χαϊδεύει. Κεκρυμμένος". Pós boró na mátho típota gia ton eaftó mou? I taftótitá mou? Perpató me ta paidiá tou dásous. Énas exoikeioménos me ta nymps pou ésteile na thései mia kóri, óchi i mitéra na chaïdévei. Kekrymménos. Pagidevménoi.How can I learn anything about myself? My identity; I walk with the children of the forest. An acquaintance with the nymphs who sent to put a daughter, not the mother caressing".

Sighing, she caresses my cheeks "I am a goddess, your'e a goddess. It is your duty to follow in the footsteps of mine. So shall you."

To be continued...