The Forgotten Goddess

Chapter 2

Cerethia woke with a tanned arm wrapped around her waist. she closed her eyes and placed her hands on her stomach. As the goddess of children, and of pregnancy, she could tell when someone was pregnant, and in this case, she was hoping it was herself. She looked deep into her womb and sighed. Another failed attempt. She got up, put on her clothes and left the apartment. She walked down the street in silence, thinking about all she had left behind when she left Mount Olympus. She doubted her siblings even remembered her. That was how she wanted it. Cerethia wandered through the city, passing places that she remembered from last time. She had always loved New York, but tended to avoid the city because of the problem with the top of the Empire State Building. Cerethia sat in Central Park for a while, holding a sketch book. She drew the children playing, the leaves falling, an old couple sitting on a bench. Cerethia had always had a talent for drawing. As the sun rose to mid sky a man came over to her. He sat down beside her on the bench and closed his eyes.
"Lovely day, isn't it" he asked.
Cerethia hummed in approval and looked at her drawing. She had been drawing a father pushing his daughter on the swings. Something was wrong though. The drawing didn't seem right. Cerethia erased the little girl's legs and redrew them, hoping that was the problem. It wasn't.
"You need to make the man's chin sharper, and his shoulders broader" said the man next to her.
He pulled out a drawing pencil of his own, and showed her the problem.
"You draw" she asked.
"I'm an art major right now" he replied. He reached toward her sketchbook.
"May I?"
Cerethia nodded. He flipped through the book before stopping on one drawing that Cerethia had draw from a dream a few days prior.
"What is this" he asked.
Cerethia looked at it.
"I had a dream about it. I don't really know who it is, but I dreamt about her. I think that woman is me, but I looked different, and I had a baby in the dream. Most of my sketches come from dreams."
"That's rather poetic" he said.