The Gods, are all real and who would say that they can really fell in love and fight for it even when there is a lot in between Nebula and Arsen, the lost Jellyfish got caught by the Kraken
A Greek Myth in the 20th century
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There are moments in life when, long before doing something one begins to think about the future, especially how we will treasure that memory, even though it has not even happened
But, in our mind days, months and even years already have passed. .
It was not the first time I have seen that in mortals and it was normal but although it is hard to believe this is even more frequent in the Gods, some of them used to say that it was a way they would get used to live with such repentance and others because they could not wait for a different way of how to spend eternity.
That was what was happening with Arsen and with Nebula Krýstallos.
From the beginning it had been a particular case, the simple curiosity of a God to see a mortal with an ability to overcome the difficulties and the early resignation of a demigod to see that now her mind is the playroom of a God.
But where something starts in leisure, a different kind of interest develops over time, the vulture felt attraction for the lost jellyfish, but it was not simple attraction or desire but it was a longing, a feeling that cannot be contained in our body and the only measure to get rid of excess is by means of sighs.
Despite the fear of Nebula, the fear mixed with respect added to the relief of the truth made her not want to know more about intrigues and attacks made by Gods.
Despite having gone to talk with Nebula I feel that Ophilia had a lot to do.
It did not take long for there to be more than understanding but love was born, love is a difficult word, because for some it is the affection that someone feels for another, how we feel the other person is beautiful but the true "love" is the constant worry as well as the series of emotions that one feels in relation to another, how we feel at peace by just holding other person's hand some mortals and Gods even said that love is just a word we use as a curtain that covers the mere feeling of whim or even lust.
But no, the God of nightmares had fallen in love with the daughter of the dream, her half-sister, and a demigoddess.
The mortals have seen the stories from the point of view that we take what we believe belongs to us and we take it to the force of being necessary but, it is not always like this, not when there is love of by means and love returned but in spite of this, there are third parties that will not be happy, as spouses or parents.
It is a situation that occurs not only in mortals but in Gods, if mortals were created to a less benevolent image than us. What can make us think that we will not be voluble with our own lineage?
The God of the dream Hypnos seemed to be the only one who felt personally wronged, his immortal son and his mortal daughter, a kraken and a jellyfish, a soft and small poppy that could be obliterated by the abruptness of a vulture.
But even the will of a God can bend when it is seen that there is interest, there is strength and above all passion to defend a cause... and of course, blood.
The relationship of both always seemed intriguing to me, it was incredible to see how the God of nightmares took great pains to return the environment of someone in everything but terror.
Although there were always obstacles, the volatile character of Arsen, how difficult it could be to transition from his Greek self to his Roman self, a sinister and lugubrious being with mild manners and a stalking look to a hostile being, hard with accusing eyes but both Arsen and Seneca could find peace and restlessness in Nebula's eyes, as well as the fear of hurt her easily because of her fragile personality.
He had sworn not to break that melancholy mind that she had, not again, long before he loved her he had made that promise, he could not bear to see her like that again. I remember that I once told Arsen and Dareios that sometimes the purest beauty is found in the moment of weakness of someone, we can see an unarmed person trying to get up or letting himself go because he thinks he knows himself so well and he knows when the battle is lost but those are exceptions, even so, mortals are awesome beings.
Both without saying a word knew that time was running, that love, however coarse, could not with the passing of time, it was not difficult to think about solutions, but it was a direction without return, with terms and conditions.
When Arsen proposed to Nebula eternal youth she understood the real meaning behind that great gift.
Staying young, with him until the end of time, but that it would be of his parents, his mother and stepfather, to see them to grow old and die, to see all her friends die, children of her friends.
She could escape but they would not forget her and she could make her memories such a heavy burden?
Nebula accepted having spoken to Regulus about the price, Regulus' only currency is forgetfulness and that was how the God of Oblivion erased from the memory of all the Krýstallos Family that there was once in their lives a young girl with black hair, big eyes and full lips.
Her parents woke up making luggage to travel the world, as the couple without children and too many dreams that they were. Her friends woke up wanting to walk around the city and some others with the remains of a dream full of tiny red flowers and jellyfishes.
After that day, Arsen told Nebula that unlike many Gods, he would take only one wife and from that day he would swear allegiance, no more demigods children of the vulture, children of nightmares or children of the kraken, unless she wanted to children, they would have all eternity to decide it.
That's when they thought about what would happen after joining in body and soul even when minutes were missing to be official in the eyes of the Gods, but they already felt the other's owner for some time, when not even the biggest storm, the more powerful fire or the larger distance could separate them.
And so, after that odyssey
Dressed in poppies, crowned with dreams, with the stream of Lethe in her ears and with the Gods of the Darkest Night in front of her, Nebula Krýstallos, daughter of Hypnos, the lost jellyfish, got married with the vulture of the dreamers.
Thirty years have passed, she looks just as beautiful as that day, bringing peace to her husband when he is responsible for creating chaos in someone's mind, or for scaring a mortal's subconscious. She remembers her mother, her friends, there is no day that she does not remember to feel the breeze play with her hair her old life but she knows that the price was just for an eternity with the person you love, because even when nightmares tormented, these disappeared in the blink of an eye.
