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 Eight
At the doors of mother's villa, I sob uncontrollably. My hands shaking. Palm sweating.
The stars are yet to cover the night sky. Still dusk I sigh. It's strange, but the curfew should be the least of my worries. Contemplating the daughter in me. My voice is hoarse, as well as a slight burning sensation in my throat. Was it normal to be out of breath like this?
The air chills up my spine, then back downwards.
Rushing into the granite foyer I see a few nymphs starring my way. All taller than myself. Less alive with expressionless stares. Each and every one of the mythical creatures staggering for balance.
One of the unlucky nymphs calls for my mother as I am dead beaten already. My arms in the air, whaling. Plush cheeks and watering eyes. Anxiety holds on me tightly like a rope in my stomach.
Mother storms down the stairs with another parade of nymphs. She's distraught at the moment. I can see it in her eyes. Sadly, I am unhappy to know it. Sobbing herself, she's a mess about to be reckoned with. "Kore, thank gods the first star did not reach the skyline yet!"
"Mother, people are plotting against us! Poseidon-"
From the outside of the vila, a messenger: Hermes with his slick entrance abruptly stops our conversation. His platinum helmet with golden wings lining the sides reflects off the bright lights within mother's foyer. Mother and I duck our heads not wanting to be blinded ourselves. "You're golden rays are heinous nephew!"
Hermes a golden god stare at us awkwardly unable to make out mother's brash comment. Holding up a scroll in his right hand he repeats the very few words painted with ink. His chocolate eyes dim as his hoarse voice breaks the silence in sarcasm. "Another babe birthed upon the great Mountain Olympus! Here all to celebrate at dusk!"
"You don't sound surprised or excited, half-brother?"
Chuckling at my reaction, he continues with his own apathy for himself. Or maybe ourselves. "Heavens, another one of us on this mountain is all I needed to hear to joust about." For a moment the tardy messenger applauds himself before realizing what he just said in front of mother and me. I wave it off and gives him a wink. He winks back charmingly. "By the way, welcome to Mount Olympus, Persephone."
"Why I gotta-" Before she can bash the young god's head, I grip her wrist. Not realizing what I have done, I cut in almost apologetically.
"Mother, he's the third immortal to call me Persephone since I have gotten here. Queen Hera and Poseidon."
Realization of the tranny triumphs over her hard. As both the darkened eyes and I stare, we can't help but quiver at the sight of the betrayal. Her reaction is priceless as she gasps frighteningly. Disgusted at herself and at the immortals she fist pumps the air with rage. "Why on Earth have you been talking to Poseidon?"
All three of us takes steps closer as we hear other immortals wandering through the cobblestone streets of the mountain. Each one of them chattering or snacking on their way past mother's place. The door in front of us still open. Snarls adjacent to mother's impolite rage. "You haven't heard it from me, aunt, but there's a lot of drama for you mamma!"
"Quiet, If I asked you, the whole damn nation of Greece would know by dawn!"
As some of the creatures and relatives stop by the front door, one of Demeter's creatures starts to shut the door slowly. As if on cue by the nymph we start to get serious. Words slip out of my mouth as I plea for Demeter's forgiveness. Standing still in the circle, I wave my hands almost uncontrollably shaking. I hit the both of them in the stomachs by accident.
"Hermes is far more correct on this than you." Ouch, I hear my step-brother cry. Continuing not caring, I see the life flood out of the goddesses eyes. "Poseidon confessed his attraction for my hand earlier this evening. Queen Hera only obliged on such an arrangement due to erasing the competition."
"By all means Demeter, your Kore does not match the radiance of the Queen on her throne. You, Aphrodite and Hestia, does."
"I have no radiance? How Cruel."
"You do, the queen's afraid of her sisters on a different ladder I believe. Each one of them a mortal legacy and on their own throne as of. You are young, fresh and unacquainted."
"Oh, that feels so much better."
As the little daredevil and I argued, the goddess of the harvest frantically cried with her face in her palms. "Someone has been plotting against my child. My kore. Kore.Hermes, at dawn, deliver the message that Poseidon will not marry my kore."
At the end, it was Hermes who drawers to closing comment with a childish attitude. "Sorry dearest Auntie, I have to deliver a package to Adinious by then. I'll notify father as soon as possible." By now, there's no way that I will be able to leave without attending the celebration alongside mother and with no luck at all, Hermes.
