This is my first shot at Greek mythology, and it seemed fit to start with one of my favorite myths. Enjoy.

Perpetuality: Prologue

I will admit right now that I have not always been the most gracious of Gods; using my powers for revenge or spite too many times to recall. The more well-known of my fits is the tragedy of Apollo and Daphne. I sometimes wish I could bring myself to regret my doings, but then I think of how Apollo used to act, selfish, stuck-up, and an all-together brat. But looking at the Sun God now, a gentle, humorous, young man is to be seen; and I take pride in knowing it was I who was finally able to give him an attitude adjustment. I will also have you know that (much to the surprise of most) I truly care about the mortals. Albeit, not much, but I do care. I spread love to all of those who deserve it, and curse the one's who don't. Although, sometimes I wish I could feel the same love I so generously distribute; wish I could find the one person in the world that will truly make me happy for the rest of my eternity.

"Eros, dearest son, it seems I have a favor to ask of you." I mentally winced as my mother, Aphrodite, strutted over to me. It's not that I don't care for my mother; on the contrary, I love my mother very much. It's just that she can be a little... overbearing, at times. Her beautiful face does nothing to mask her vain and jealous nature.

"And just what would that be, dearest mother?" Aphrodite flipped her golden blond hair over her shoulder in an exasperated motion and took a seat next to me on one of the garden's wicker chairs. Sweeping her rose colored gown to the side, she used an overly-exaggerated movement to cross her legs.

"There is a mortal," my mother started "that has been causing me a bit of trouble." Pulling a small mirror out of a fold in her dress, she began admiring her own reflection as she spoke to me. "Her name is Psyche, and because of her 'beauty' all of my men have abandoned my temples," she looked away from the mirror an into space with a deadly glare, "Because of her, I, the beautiful goddess of love, have been forgotten." Aphrodite turned to me now, "Go to her, my son, and stab her in the heart with one of your arrows; I will be sure that a beast most foul will be waiting for her in the morning."

It's not that I really should be surprised, for my mother has always had problems if the mortals' attention was pointed away from her or even the briefest of moments; but this time, it was much different. The look in her eyes; my mother actually felt threatened by this girl.

"Of course, mother," was my automatic answer. I would end up having to do it anyway, but it was my choice of whether or not I was forced to, or just did it on my own.

Aphrodite smiled at me, pleased, and patted my shoulder, before gracefully standing and taking her leave of the gardens.

That night, I manage to find myself at the home of the mortal Psyche and her family. Royalty, apparently. A pleasant looking palace, though nothing compared to the buildings on Olympus. The night is peaceful, all windows to the palace are dark, and the only noise to be heard is the slight pitter-patter of the fountain in the gardens.

There are many perks to being a god; as you have probably heard many a time. Therefore, I shall not explain to you how it is I knew which window was the mortal Psyche's.

Creeping through the arched shape of the window, I quickly assured that no one but myself, and the sleeping mortal Psyche were in the room. The chambers, too, were pleasant. Nothing too extravagant, but not plain. The walls occasionally draped with a light purple fabric was the only real decoration; all else are necessities. I am able to breath easily for the first time in a while; not overwhelmed by the thick scents of perfume that I had thought were in every female's living space. (They certainly were always in my mother's.) I approached the bed and the sleeping form of the mortal Psyche with it. Knocking an arrow onto my bow, I prepared myself to take aim at the girl's heart.

But something stops me. I knew that my mother had jealousy problems, but only now did I see why. This girl, this Psyche, was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Fair, soft looking skin that I was oh-so tempted to reach out and caress, waves of dark hair that spread out over the pillow to give her a heavenly effect, high cheekbones dusted lightly with freckles, full lips the color of pink roses, and long, dark lashes resting delicately on her skin.

I breathed a shuttered gasp and fumbled with my bow, for how would I ever be able to let her fall in love with whatever monster my mother conjures up? How would I be able to live with myself, knowing that such a beautiful, innocent creature was to live such an awful life because of me?

A shark pain pulled me out of my thoughts. Looking down, I saw that the arrow I had been struggling to balance on the rest while I admired the mortal Psyche had twisted itself and dug right into the flesh of my hand.

"No." I said in disbelief. This could not be happening. Who knows what could go wrong if the God of Love fell in love? It was never supposed to happen! What could I do now? I was considering spending the rest of my days in a blind fold so that I would never lay eyes on anyone ever again when movement caught my eye. My eyes flew up to where something had moved on the bed and I faltered.

Something shifted in me at that moment. Something large and heavy in my chest twisted almost painfully before settling again in a new position. I stared as the once beautiful mortal Psyche became even more beautiful, even more radiant right before my eyes. At that moment, every want, need and desire redirected itself to Psyche.

I was in love with a mortal.

End Prologue.