A/N: Hi! Okay, if you guys haven't already read it, please read what I've posted for The Lost Goddess! Sorry to all fans of it reading this, but I can't update due to the error type 2 thing. If you know how to get through please, oh please tell me! I'll be so grateful! So, here is my story. I'm trying to keep it to the play as much as possible. Hope you like it! First time writing romance stuff so please enjoy!
P.S. the 'chariots' really look a bit like carriages. They have roofs/coverings.
Down in the marketplace of Athens, peasants and noblemen alike mingled as they browsed the wares for sale. The cobblestone streets of the Plaka magnified the sound of horses hooves as the moved about. The servants of the noble houses went about shopping for their mistresses and masters. Shouts of advertising merchants and haggling buyers filled the air.
Down in corner of the Plaka, a merchant had several horses for sale. Up walked two different servants, one dressed in a tunic of sea green, the other in a tunic of soft silver. Both men wore short swords in their belts, their hair long and caught back in leather thongs, with bare feet. At first they ignored each, until the same horse caught both of their eyes.
"Excuse me kind sir," said the one in silver as he addressed the merchant. "How much is this horse?"
"Three hundred silver drachma," the merchant told both of the men. The man in silver frowned and his forehead creased with worry. The man in sea green pulled out a bag and jangled it temptingly in front of the merchant. He looked at the servant in silver and stuck out his tongue. The silver dressed one stared at the man aghast in horror.
"Did you just do that to me?" the silver one asked the sea green one. The sea green one smirked in reply.
"I admit to nothing. But do not say I never did anything," he replied calmly. The silver one looked even more horrified. The merchant looked between the two men then silently walked backwards until he vanished into the shadows.
"You just informally admitted to your minor crime. Now I shall extract my payment," the one in silver told the other servant. He drew his short sword from its sheath and held it ready. The sea green raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You dare draw an arm against a civilian? Then I must defend myself," said the one in sea green as he too drew his sword. Unknown to the two servants, but in the centre of the Plaka commotion began.
An elegant, sleek chariot trotted into the square. Pulled by gentle gray mares, the chariot was a sparkling grey edged with shining silver. Inscribed on the side was a beautiful silver owl. Directly across from this chariot, another also trotted into the square. This one a deep blue, with glittering green for the edging. It was pulled by two powerful black stallions, with a green trident inscribed onto its side.
The servants were wrapped up in their fury for each; they did not notice their master's arrivals. The silver one gave the first strike. Soon they began to strike and parry with each. Their brawl moving from the horses' corner to the middle of the Plaka. The ducked each other's swipes and let their fury control their actions. Each crashing in turn into other merchants stalls. Yet only barely scratching their adversary. With only increased their fury and chaos.
As they fought their riders of the chariot's exited; stepping into the square. They spotted each other as their servants found themselves dueling in the space between them. Chicken's squawked, donkey's brayed, people screamed. The master's of the chariot's stepped towards each other as if connected by an invisible line. Electricity and tension crackled in the air.
"Curse that sea upstart! Of course his servant is the cause of the brawl. Give me my knife! I shall wipe his smirk away!" declared the lady of the silver and grey chariot. Her stormy grey eyes seemed to shoot sparks. Her deep blond hair showing them off even more.
"You dare accuse my man of this?" bellowed the man of the blue and green chariot. "Curse you witch woman! Give me my trident and I shall show you who the victor of this will be!" He voice sounded like the pounding waves on a beach. His sea green eyes connected with the lady's grey ones. They took many quick steps towards each other. But their concentration was shattered by the shrill sound of a bugle.
Everyone in the Plaka looked around in confusion. All recognized the sound of the royal trumpet. From the third entrance of the square another chariot rode in. This one was a rich purple, with decoration of grey, blue, and black. It was marked with the insignia of Athens. A olive tree with a lightning bolt above. Only the two master's of the other chariot remained standing; all others knelt before their king.
A herald dismounted from the side of the chariot and face the crowd. He cleared his throat and addressed the crowd.
"May I present to you, your king. King Zeus, and his daughter, Princess Thalia!" he proclaimed. From the chariot came the King and his daughter. King Zeus was wearing a deep purple robe cut in the style for nobles. His eyes were and electric blue, his flowing beard marbled black and grey. Princess Thalia was wearing a black chiton, her black hair had a long bottom layer and a short upper layer, and her eyes were the same electric blue as her fathers. The entire crowd murmured 'my lord' and 'my lady' as one.
"Poseidon! Athena! What is the meaning of this?" boomed Zeus, his voice as deep and powerful as a thunderclap. "This is the third time your feud has disturbed the peace of Athens! What do you say? For time for action has well passed." The lord – Poseidon – bowed his head, as did the lady – Athena.
"We are sorry, my liege," Athena said.
"Truly, my liege, it shall not happen again," promised Poseidon. King Zeus regarded them with hard eyes, his mind coming to a decision.
"It will not. Athena, come with me now. Poseidon, meet with me at the hour of four. You will sign an agreement to never disrupt our cities peace again. If you do, it shall be on the pain of death. Now, Athena ride behind me to the palace," Zeus ordered. With a swish of robes he and his daughter remounted the royal chariot. Athena swiftly followed, mounting her chariot and rumbling after the king. But as she did, her grey eyes cast a cold glare in the direction of Lord Poseidon. The crowd departed quickly, the Plaka returning to its usual hubbub. Leaving a Lord standing there, staring after his enemy with hard eyes. He did not see a young man approach him as he looked.
A/N: Hope that wasn't too bad. Sorry if it was. A little hard to make a play a story and change the storyline minorly. And I'm not the best in third person. Once again, sorry for fans of The Lost Goddess. Thanks!