Here is my prequel to the Duchess of the Loch. I'll try to make it so that you don't need to read the Duchess first to understand this story. Enjoy Olivia 'Nojes' Jones early years for right now.

He had just left. He had just left to do the job she had assigned to him. He was gone beyond this earth and into the next. It was what she wanted. But yet she could not stop feeling the painful emotional stab of guilt. For it would be the last time she would ever see him. He didn't know that. She promised him her love. A love that she could not give. Not to anyone. It was not her nature. Even though he was her perfect match. She wished she could tell him. To warn him of the heartbreak to come.

In the meantime. She felt closer to him than ever. For the seed received from him during their restless night was now growing in her abdomen. She clutched it. As if she could feel the child already, despite it being to early during the pregnancy. She knew it. But could not wait to hear her child's cry out of her womb. She would never see her lover again. For the betrayal she would do to him was unbearable even to her. She could not imagine the pain he would feel. But at least she had a part of him with her.

She also knew of the betrayal to her superiors. They would never forgive her making love to a mere mortal and have child. She did not care. This is what she wanted. Even though she knew it must be kept a secret.

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1 year later...

The inhabitants of the island that settled on the banks of the Pantano river shifted uncomfortably as they watched a shadow loom over the sky. It was too fast for any of the island inhabitants to get a glimpse of what it was. But they knew it was best to of not seen it. The less they knew of it the better.

The shadow flew down from the gray clouds that poured rain down. The shadow's sandaled feet slamming on the porch of the Goddess's secret hideaway. Hermes. The messenger of the God's. His handsome face that was shadowed his brown wavy hair and tan skin that greeted many travelers with joy and warmth held a more contorted and angered look. His golden sandaled feet stepped forward into the hut as he heard the sounds of a baby inside. The notion angered him more. He was Calypso's friend. But the act she had committed made him push the fact away as she flew open the door. Calypso shocked expression caught his eye as he clenched his fists into tight balls.

"What have you done!" he hollered.

"Hermes. How di' ye," Calypso said, but was cut off by Hermes.

"I said what have you done!" he screamed again.

"Keep ye voice down," Calypso pleaded to him.

"You bore a mortal!" Hermes said pointing to the small babe wrapped in a blanket now alseep in the crib.

"Please Hermes," Calypso pleaded to him. "Don't tell."

"Calypso, I have to tell! It is the law!" Hermes said trying to not look Calypso in the eyes. For the look was too heartbreaking for him to continue with his duty.

"No ye don't Hermes, please. Help me," Calypso pleaded with him. Hermes sighed as he looked at the baby asleep in the blanket in the handmade crib, probally made by one of the islanders. He looked back into Calypso's brown eyes that were now tearing. He was her friend and fellow God. What was he supposed to do?

"I know a woman," he said quietly. "She will take care of the baby until you can talk to the others and agree to you keeping the child. But it is unlikly and you know it."

Calypso's heart sailed with joy as she hugged the messenger.

"Thank ye Hermes," Calypso cried. He patted her back as he looked back at the crib intentionally.

"I'll ...," Hermes said, fishing for the name of the child. Calypso smiled as she understood her fellow Gods' stalling question.

"Olivia," Calypso answered.

"Hmm... mmmm Olivia," Hermes said as he motioned to the baby. Calypso frowned as she stepped forward and picked the baby from its crib, being careful not to wake it. She had just brought Olivia into this world. And now she was being taken away from her. It will only be for awhile. Calypso reminded herself. She placed the baby in Hermes's arms as he smiled at the baby. Noting its white skin.

"Looks nothing like you," Hermes joked as he cradled the baby.

Calypso managed a small laugh as her friend was right. She wanted the baby to look like her lover. Which made her happy that her wish had come true.

She watched as Hermes took off. Leaving Calypso to cry alone in her hut.

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Nine years later...

Standing alone on the shores of the island that he was told to come back to in ten years. Anger boiled over him as he clenched his fists. The veins on his body threating to burst. His heart beating at his very chest at a fast pace. Both out of anger and sadness. He cried. He never cried. He never showed any weakness whatsoever. He did not care now. She had broken his heart. She had betrayed him! She had lied to him! She promised the world to him! He felt foolish. He felt robbed. He felt heartbroken beyond understatement. As he gazed at the orange and red sun sinking over the horizon, his blue eyes flamed as he would have his revenge on her.

He knew how to do it. The Goddess had been foolish to let her secret go. Yes. He would have his revenge. Although he was free from the job ferrying souls on the Flying Dutchman, for he was faithful these ten years. He smiled viciously as it would be his now that she would have no authority over it once she was imprisoned in her bodily prison. He needed to assemble the others. He had work to do.

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