Plucking bluebells

Oh, the apples on the trees. Beside the mother, as I walk these ruins of buildings that stood before us. Mother heavy stomach carrying another misfoster of a child. Aching and craving more affection of another horrendous man.
I am perhaps mothers first and for her, only child. The other she carried are gone, left under the wing of the unfortunate father.

Arlas is daughter of the godess of beauty, Eroz. Eroz being the no-loving mother with an addiction of getting hooked up with powerful men, gods, perhaps everything that moves in a five mile radius.
In this little fairytail of mine we'll see how Arlas grows up in the surrounding of such a godess.

This story is just a little project for myself to stay motivated, so we'll see how far I'll get with this. Remember now. I'm still a teenager and english isn't my first language so, please be kind. (^_^)