Taking Sephy - by Leeroy-in-purpleTaking Sephy - Leeroy-in-purpleLeeroy-in-purple
I sat at the water's edge, watching as the tiny waves rippled on the surface of the pond. The dappled sunlight shone through the trees above and the wind gently blew across the water. A deep sadness engulfed me as I saw the contorted reflection of my face and remembered the face of another that had shared that moment with me once, with her reflection next to mine all those years ago. The pain still throbbed in my heart as I remembered how we had laughed together at this very pool in the heart of the forest. She had been the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and I missed her terribly. I sighed as I left the bunch of purple narcissi, her favourite flower, at the base of the tree trunk that we had claimed as ours.
"Oh, how I miss you my lovely flower. One day. One day we will be together again. If not in this life, then in the next; I swear it!"
As I turned away, I heard soft feminine laughter coming from the trees. I stared, trying to see throu
The Birthday from HadesAuthor's Note: This is a Thalia's Musings stand-alone episode set centuries before the main story. The Muses still live at Helicon, and Apollo, one of the Nine Olympians, lives at the Royal Court and works in Zeus' pastures.AmethystM
"How's the new God of Herding these days?" I asked Apollo, having just materialized by his sheepfold. He nearly fell off the stone fence he'd been sitting on.
"Don't do that!" he laughed.
"So?" I asked, climbing over the fence to pet the lambs. "Is the job getting any less awful?"
"It is," he replied. "It's numbed my soul so much that I no longer feel the agony of boredom or anything else."
"It's not that bad," I chided him as I pulled a fuzzy little black lamb into my cross-legged lap. "Who's a cute widdle girl? Isn't she teh cutest ittle ting? Oh, yes she is! Yes, she is! You wuvs your Auntie Thalia, doesn't oo? Yes, oo does." The lamb bleated back at me. Apollo rolled his eyes in
Her Tragic ValentineHades and Persephone: "Her Tragic Valentine"SpringSmiles
He had wished to be with her for not so long ago He had just seen her. And then, he suddenly felt in love with that fragile dancing creature in front of him. He never showed himself to her.
He went back to the Underworld, with the expectancy of forgetting her, that vision. He should not feel like he was recently doing it. He was the end of all, he was death.
With noticeable melancholy, he realized there was no thing he could do to stop the rhythm of his dead heart's beats when he heard her singing. He had no other choice to give up to the fact that he, Hades, loved that young girl, in that terribly way he only was capable of.
Night by night, as humans continued dying every second, he was being consumed by his own torturing feelings. He could not wait to tell Kore how he felt. Then his own reasoning told him that beautiful creature would not want to go with him to the Underworld, where the sun never shined.
So he had made a decision: he
Better to Reign in HadesAuthor's Note: This is a Thalia's Musings stand-alone bonus chapter that takes place centuries before the main story. It's set a couple years after The Birthday From Hades.AmethystM
"Mom, do I have to go to the palace with you?"
The strawberry blonde goddess was still seated on the bank of Lake Mnemosyne, challenging her mother's announcement that it was time to leave. I was sorry to see her go. Persephone was the first goddess of my generation that I'd ever met. Well, aside from my sisters. Persephone was practically the same age as us. My sisters and I were eleven months old, and she was ten. According to Mom, that was about the same as humans in their early twenties. I wouldn't know. I'd never seen a human.
"No, I just said it was time to go because I like hearing meaningless wo
The Particular Sadness of Pomegranate Seeds Itxanchika
She raised her palms to the sky, fingers spread, and sunk her toes into the earth. Heat-filled particles of light warmed her face and the moist cool matter softened her toes. This was life and she relished in its glory.
Nature was her mother and the ruler of the cosmos was her father. She imagined herself as a tree, her feet diving down into the rich folds of the earth, planting their roots, while her fingers extended to the heavens forming into a million branches. Leaves and flowers exploded from her branches as they begged for the gift of light from the sun.
She walked in beauty. From where she stood, a gathering of red poppies reached to her gently brushing against her calf, begging to feel her touch. She leaned forward caressing the petals with the tips of her fingers and the flowers gently kissed her face in return. She laughed. She had always imagined that poppies would make for extremely faithful friends, providing every comfort and need in times of despair, but they would alway
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Belle stood in front of Mr. Gold's bedroom door clenching and unclenching her hands. She was afraid of what he might say, but she was even more afraid of going back to the room he had provided for her alone. The door was cracked, and she could hear him moving around, so she knew she wouldn't wake him, but still she hesitated.
"Do the brave thing and bravery will follow." The words echoed in her head like a half-remembered song. How long had it been since she'd thought that?
Swallowing her fear, she tapped on the door. "Rumple?"
"Belle?" his voice returned, tinged with surprise. "Is something wrong?"
"May I come in?"
"Yes, of course. Just a moment."
A few seconds later, Gold opened the door, his robe wrapped hastily around him. Belle wore the very modest nightgown he had provided her, but hadn't thought to don the robe that was hanging on the back of her