Abduction. Some say that I am a queen, destined by birth, first in line for the throne. Desired by the Kingdom and its king.
Everyone knows the myth of the seasons changing, and the pomegranates that " regretfully" to others, brought the annual fi...
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Chapter Seven
Persephone, Persephone, Persephone...
Tears steams through my eyes as I chase the sun towards my mother's villa on Mount Olympus. This is not enough to keep me here. I'm chasing away something that I cannot comprehend. What gives Hera the right?! To damn anyone who crosses my path! Oh no I can't. I'm my mother's child alone.
As each minute goes by, the sun starts to set. I pace myself even faster, trying to reach my mother's villa on time. My feet are light and swift. Sweat covering my face, chest, armpits, back and legs. I can only imagine the redness on my face as I start to exhaust myself. Sometimes I forget that I am human: although I am an immortal at the same time.
Reaching past the great fountains and the vast gardens, it starts to get dark outside. There are no visible stars out yet. That's at least one good sign.
With each jog I start to loose my balance until I find myself practically trembling. The gale surrounding me and the mountain starts to hurl heavier by the moment. Shivering, I forget to notice my footing. And my surroundings. The night seems to be scarier in this city-state.
Suddenly, I stop. No, I mean, hit. A person. A god.
Whip lash, I take a few steps backwards taken aback. The god stares at me, taken aback by my brutal actions. For a moment we are both stricken by each other. Both breathing heavily. Gasping for the cold air surrounding us.
My throat burns due to the physical exhaustion I am experiencing. Chest burns also. Eyes watering and I can't catch my breath.
His breathing starts to regulate at the normal pace. The god's eyes are glaring at mine as I stare at his. Nose ringing a little which causes me to quiver at the sight of his irritation.
Finally, I realize that I should apologize. "Sorry-"
"Not sorry." His posture straightened as he catches a better glimpse of my fatigued physique. Every lantern around us starts to catch aflame in different colors. Red. Blue. Orange. Green. His eyes a bit watery. I cringe my own nose at his insult. Not sorry? My eyes start to narrow at those words repeating in my head. Not sorry? What? "I haven't seen a kore on the mountain tops lately. It's good to see someone other than myself in a rush to sleep at night. Early days during the council activities, miss."Almost sweeping me off my toes with the purring of his accent, I find myself giggling. Still irritated with his first reply, I proceed to cross my arms.
Bluntly I state. "I bumped into... you?"
Chuckling lightly, I hear the mockery in his tone. He's tall and breathtaking which frightens me to the core. Rolling my eyes, I make the wrong mistake or impression on his better judgement. Coldly he states sourly, "When someone of my might and status says something, you listen, kore. It is a privilege to be on the mountains."
Glaring at the ground I start to sniffle. Never once before has someone been a butt to me. Tell me off for apologizing. I shake my head still facing the ground. Stuttering. I begin to cry."I didn't mean... any... disrespect... sir." Stuttering. "I just... wanted... to... apology..."
Taking a deep breath, then sighing he calms himself down through a second of self mediation practice. Reaching his long, left arm towards the lanterns, he uses a scepter of some sort to handle the fire. Now, he has the fire lit. Under his control, he brings the light towards my face and takes a deep look at my facial features. Almost in a panic, he drops his mouth. There's something about me that surprises him. Waving his long scepter, he flashes the crimson shaded flames across my features once more. "Well, the other little ones around here are nothing but a nonsense. Even though you are not little, I don't recognize you, Kore."
"Demeter's kore, sir."
Almost shaking his head with utter delight: I can hear his light chuckling again. Fantastic. I cannot see his eyes, however, I know that those eyes must be brighten up. From the waving of the fire on his scepter, I can tell that the scepter has three ends with spears. Emerald gems lit up.
Three spears on a scepter. A trident. Poseidon's trident. '
"Poseidon?"
Blushing, his voice deepens with gratitude. "Yes, goddess. I am Poseidon, the god of the waves, power of the seas and the grand ruler of the ocean." He reaches his right hand to mine, and I gently place mine upon his. Before I knew it, his soft, tender lips were on the back of my hand, near my knuckles. His lips are still on my hand, longer than the usual peck men gives my mother. Suddenly, I feel his saliva on my hands and his warm tongue swirling. This is more than the formal etiquette.
He's being flirtatious.
The god's lifts his soft, tender lips off of my hands and lets go softly. He takes a step closer and closer until my nose touches one of his swelled barbel bench-chest. He's topless and muscular. Most likely toned. Gently his right arm caress the small of my back in a more-than-friendly-hug. I can smell his manly cologne of sweat over his natural scents of the salt, and seaweed. The man's all muscle.
Swaying me along with him in a dance he chants a lullaby with me.
"Rock-a-bye baby, in the treetop
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, cradle and all."
Somehow I find myself in his trance, as he messages my upper back and shoulders. His breath smells of fresh mint as his lips are pressing against my earlobes. He continues to repeat himself as his hands starts to reach my scalp, gently tugging at my hair. Behind my earlobes, he messages my scalp and roams his lingering fingers through my neatly brushed hair.
As his lips begin to trace my jaw, I push back. Taking a few steps backwards, Poseidon follows me with larger steps. His head leaning downwards as his trident coldly touches the small of my back.The god uses the trident as his leverage, his trap for me. Chills run up and down my spine. Quivering again, he can sense my uneasiness.
Softly speaking, he grins as I try to escape his grasp. "Be sure that you keep this our secret. By morning, I'll be your courtier. Don't want to ruin your stepmother's plans."
In a stern sneer, I practically scream my lungs out. "My stepmother set us up!" He chuckles at my annoyance and pushes on his trident; focing my trembling legs to leap forward. Crashing my head against his breast, the immortal starts to hug me once more. This time in a bear hug. Intoxicating.
I try to pull out of the hug with all of my strength, but his might is more than mine.He rattles me like a rag doll and bluntly states with his deepen, manly tone. "No I did a long time ago. There's a reason the most mystical creature has been planted o Gia in your honor. I'll have you soon enough." Right after, he lets go of me and turns around. His cold trident flashing the red flames in the air, leaving me more speechless than before. I have to find mother!
As the trace of that wretched man leaves completely: I start to chase the hurling gale back to mother's villa.
To be continued...
Author's Notes: another chapter for the awesome readers on this site! So dear little Persephone has some unwanted attention from both King Poseidon and Queen Hera.
Upcoming Questions:
(1) The two plotting with whom? And does anyone else know like Zeus, maybe Hades?
(2) How will mother dearest react?
(3) Will Persephone be abducted before her younger half-brother's ceremony? Or will she have to swallow her pride and figure out Poseidon's scheme? Hera's alter ego? And what about mamma?
