Chapter 1: Aline vs. Selene
You'd think, being a goddess, I would have some elegant name that relates somehow to my particular domain.
Like how Selene is Latin for moon? Well, I suppose Selene came before the Romans so the moon was probably named for her. Or did she originate during the rise of Rome? It doesn't exactly matter anyways, we mustn't get bogged down in the technicalities and she's been old news for centuries.
In my line of business being current is everything and Selene has faded since Artemis came into the picture—a much more enigmatic character, if you ask me. Quite the puzzle. Although, there probably isn't any incriminating past; there never is with the celibate goddesses.
I do remember when celibacy was quite the rage back in the 16th Century—Queen Elizabeth was doing it and suddenly everyone was a virgin. I still have several hundred issues filed away, each bearing the name of the most recent cheater. If my memory doesn't serve me wrong—which it seldom does—Aphrodite lasted all of two weeks before shagging a mortal Duke of some sort. Apparently he had 'irresistible' dimples. More like Aphrodite had gotten horny enough to fuck anything in a mandilion.
But don't bother yourself with ancient history—it goes round every other week. Missed the last scandal? Don't worry; there'll be another one tomorrow. I don't go a week without hearing that Ares has started a new war somewhere around the Middle East—away from Apollo's favourite vacation spots—over Aphrodite's adulterous deeds—never mind the fact that her relationship with Ares is two-timing in it's self.
You think History repeats it's self? Don't tell that to me—I already know. I lived through, and printed it all. If it happened, whether you knew about it or not, it'll be somewhere in The Olympiad's archives.
I've been alive longer than Newspapers have. Was Born in 16th Century England; I am 476 years old and avidly awaiting the next immortal so I can stop being addressed as 'Oi! Newbie!'
My official title is Aline (formally Aline Lambyrtoun II) Daughter of Athena, Goddess of Gossip, Patron of Paparazzi, Chief and Editor of The Olympiad, but you can call me Lena. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Danger: Spending time with me may cause any secrets to be rapidly uncovered and spread like wild fire. Don't say I didn't warn you.
A.N. I came up with this about a week ago and I wrote this in about ten minutes. THIS IS A PROLOUGE. Next chapters will be longer. This shall be taking a back seat to my other stories unless I end up with like 5 TRILLION reviews so, in that case, I'd probably post more due to popular demand. Any who—like it? Review. Hate it? Review all the same—flames appreciated.
~Jelly
Disclaimer: I own nothing, save for Lena, ect. ect. blah, blah, all those other stupidities and necessities.
~~This A.N. is more than a quarter of the actual chapter *face-palm*.