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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Ian Somerhalder as new character, won't spoil to much.
Chapter Ten: Yellow Canary
As we walk side to side, against the odds, the prophecy reminds a girl like me how to stay quiet. The reason why mother keeps me so close. In bear hugs and on the fields of mortal Greece, she keeps me in warmth. Safe and comforting.
Here the mountain top is dangerous with distrust and the lack of "mother knows best".
The chilliest night I have ever to experience. Not just with the gale, if you know what I actually mean?
There are parades of creatures awaiting to foresee the newborn. Glistening orbs and line cutting beyond anything I have imagine. Lines and lines of state of the art pottery, champagne bottles and fruits. Baskets of wheat and grains. Silver, bronze and golden tokens in velvet cloth.
Everything about the ceremony is so expensive.
With our hands touching, mother and I make our way through the line of nymphs and other creatures. No one dares a woman like mother. Not even the other goddesses. Except Hera, on a few occasions. Everyone glares at us without much reason at all. No reason needed I guess.
The line is alarmingly loud, chattering amongst themselves. Usually, it is quiet and serene here. Golden pavement and beautiful gardens weaving into the vast villas and courtyards. Silver fountains and ice sculptures during a warm weather. Beautiful creatures and tales to be told inside the architecture. Outside here is a different story.
On our way towards the Pantheon throne, a gush of fear arrives.
Poseidon sways against the crowd towards us by step. Storming against the wave of people. Using sleekness to avoid any conversations. His seething, is visible as I glare with wide eyes at his. Crimson like cheeks.
Mother turns to glance at the cause of my unsteadiness. Instead she sees the devil himself in violet shaded clothes. Freshly polished features and knitted hair. Sighing deeply, she rolls her eyes exhaustingly. "Oh for the love of-"
Emerald eyes lit up as mother curses under her breath. In a swift motion, the man hurries to her side and clears his throat. "Pleasant surprise for auntie dearest, huh?"
"What did you do!"
"Hermes, I forgive his child like behavior, rather unpleasant for the lack of curiosity and selflessness I say..." Slightly lowering his gaze, glistening green eyes absorbs mine of the ocean. Narrowing his eyelids, he takes a heavy breath, as well as a good look at my posture. Practically rearing against my mother in freight. She holds my figure against her own. A cinnamon scented candlestick is lit in her free hand, light to guide us within the pits of civilization.
Holding a stare at his, I come to realization that he has no scepter on him at the moment. Very informal for a deity to not hold his power in public.
