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CHAPTER 1
HOME, SWEET HOME
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CELESTE WAS UNSURE ABOUT her decision, even when she was standing right in front of the gigantic mountain. When she had left, so many years ago, she had promised herself she would never return.

That she would never have to see those ghosts of her past again.

But she clenched her fists and moved forward, the clouds her guide as she stepped on the path they formed, the tinkling of her golden bangles forming a melody in the air. She had to do this.
She had to.

For him.

When she set foot on the marble road, decorated with flowers of the richest colors on each side, she looked up at the gigantic palace in front of her. The white, intricate structure was a sight for sore eyes, built by Hephaistos himself, flecks of gold and silver twinkling in the rays of the sun. All around it were clouds, this marble path being the only way towards the silver steps of the palace she had spent so many years of her life in.

Here goes nothing.

Stepping inside the palace, the usual buzz of chatter and pure euphoria filled the air, ambrosia flowing as freely as water as she walked past the multiple gods that were standing in these halls. Few looked up, the sight of a new god at Olympus wasn't something new after all. The place was so huge it would have easily fit several thousand of them.

She walked straight ahead, following the steps of the spiral staircase. It was dotted with silver stars which seemed to have been plucked out straight from the skies and a small smile curled Celeste's lips up at the memory of Hephaistos working on the detailed art work.

At least she would be glad to see him.

When she was on the second floor, there were almost no gods to be seen. This level of the palace was only for the important, the heavy atmosphere of power easily succeeding in pressuring any curious eyes to leave.

It had been her home.

She walked the way towards the throne room with ease, a certain feeling of melancholy coming over her as she watched the halls decked with portraits and paintings. When she came across an empty spot on the wall, she bit her lip.

'Celeste?'

She would have recognized the voice out of thousands. It was a voice that had broken empires, one no man could ever resist.

'Aphrodite.'

She walked forward into the light of a mosaic window, an array of broken colors playing on her face. Long, luscious blonde locks fell around her, her face the epitome of beauty. Crystal blue eyes were filled with shock, an emotion Celeste had rarely seen Aphrodite show.

Hell, for all she knew the goddess only had two moods: amused and ready for seduction. Not like she ever had to do any hard work for it, there wasn't any man who would ever refuse her.

Troy having fallen was the perfect example of that.

'What are you doing here?' Aphrodite asked, closing the distance between them as her white gown swished on the floor,' I thought you were never coming back.'