The Spawn of Theseus
Disclaimer: Do not own Cott. Even though I wish I did.
Chapter 1: Long Ago, But Not to Far For the God of Time
Salty sea waves kissed the warm sandy beach of Naxos, cooling the warm and tired feet of Zoë, the daughter of Ariadne of Crete, who had died in childbirth ten years before, leaving a six year old Zoë to fend on her own. Zoë sat on a rock, sharpening her knife, another spear by her side. As she finished sharpening it, she slid it back in its sheath.
Theseus, her father, had abandoned Ariadne when she was pregnant on Naxos, his love for her being superficial. Zoë bit her lip as she tried not to mutter dark curses against him, but as she fought for self-control the most unusual thing occurred.
Suddenly a huge, gaping porthole appeared in the middle of the sky, and a tall, chalky man stepped out. She instinctively reached for her weapon, but the man raised his hands into the air in a peaceful gesture.
"I don't intend to harm you," he assured her. "Instead, I have a little deal to make with you, Zoë, daughter of Theseus."
She glared at him suspiciously. "What do you want?" she snarled.
Cronus smiled cunningly. "I understand that you hold a grudge against your father for deserting your mother, am I right?"
Zoë nodded slowly. "So?"
"If you do me a favour, it will allow you to get your revenge against Theseus and I will use my powers to make sure your mother never died in the first place."
She couldn't believe her ears. "You can do that?" she asked incredulously.
He grinned. "I sure can. And all you have to do is destroy seven heroes for me."
"What a minute. You said I could get my revenge on my father…"
"One of those heroes is a direct descendant of your father."
Zoë smiled darkly. That was interesting. "What's their name?"
"Theresa."
She shuddered. "The name even sounds like his. You have a deal…"
"Cronus. God of time." Zoë looked unimpressed. "You're a mighty god, and you want me to do work that you could easily do yourself."
"I don't have to give you this opportunity, my dear."
"Oh believe me Cronus, the pleasure is all mine. I was just curious, that's all."
"Well, off you go then. Search and find the one called Theresa, and her six companions. Kill them or bring them to me alive, it doesn't matter. I'll leave it up to you."
He snapped his fingers, and suddenly Zoë was standing in the middle of a beach someplace else, with a bikini and her long red plaited hair cut to modern times in a layers. When she spoke, English came pouring out, and she was surprised that she understood.
But that wasn't her concern right now. Tied around her waist was a leather belt, and from it hung a dagger's sheath. She smiled evilly, intent on revenge. "That's better."
A/n: Just another story idea. Let me know if it's worth updating! Luv, Becky