Hello fellow readers! Rosebella22 at your service.
Um... My first attempt at a long story to write but the chapters itself are fairly average so I can keep on updating constantly and not have that writer's block ordinary humans have. (Ordinary humans pfft)
English ain't my first language so I still learning new words and grammar over time! Still not really an excuse... probably.
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Chapter 1: The Man-Hating Lady
"I'm bored," a certain female groaned loudly.
There was a certain goddess, high up in her private room of Olympus, wondering what to do in her current situation.
The latest Great Prophecy of Seven have ended and Gaia have been defeated. So there was nothing much ongoing in the world. The Goddess looked through a floated screen like a hologram, just seeing uneventful things that bored her.
The goddess was Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, so the description of her appearance have not much point to it as she always appeared to anyone to what perceived as the ideal beauty to whoever gaze upon her.
"Hmm, why don't you explore another world then?" another female voice said.
Aphrodite turned to the source of that voice and saw Athena. Aphrodite knew to always think twice about what the war goddess have to say since she was smart and could be quite crafty at times. In her opinion, intelligence and beauty do not go well together most of the time anyway. And the person herself did not help to make being a intelligent and logical a better person.
"Another world? But what about my duties here. Who can I leave it too?"
"No worries. You are not the only love goddess that exist. And you disappearing for a short time won't affect anything anyway."
The love goddess gave some thought before nodding. Somehow, she thought that Athena's plan was not so bad. She could be in some epic romance drama story. Or maybe she could make someone who was broken fall in love. So many possibilities.
"Ok, I'll go then. Where is this another world you speak off?"
The war goddess told her and before the world knew it, the love goddess instantly disappear in a flash of light after agreeing to it.
"That was easy enough," Athena said. "Now I don't have to put up with her attitude for a while."
Athena smiled and looked around the room. This was going to be interesting once she gets back.
"Miss Rosalyn, please listen to me!" a young boy in black called out, carefully not to dirty his clothes as he jogged.
In the meantime, a pretty blonde girl jogged fiercely, ignoring the boy's calls and continued on to her mansion.
The mere presence of the girl would almost give one goosebumps. The young boy in black rushed forward, running after the small disappearing figure. The boy was tall and thin, with long, flowy maroon hair that could capture any girl to fall with him instantly. Even so, he was chasing after this young girl. And yet this girl was unperturbed by such an appearance.
Although the girl's decision was perfectly clear, the young boy continued to chase.
Seeing this, the pretty girl increased her pace. Following near her was another handsome male teenager in black. His breathing was controlled and his steps were steady. He followed the girl without emotion, seemingly cold and aloof.
"Luke, can you tell the prince to stop following me?" The pretty girl stopped walking, livid, and stamped her feet at the young teenager behind her.
Seeing that he have ignored her, "Are you blind? Can't you see he's been following me the whole time?"
"Miss Rosalyn, my duty is only to protect you," the handsome young boy replied quietly with an attitude that was neither respectful nor overbearing. In the depths of his eyes were loathing and disdain, but of course the girl did not noticed.
"Luke why you… Ahh forget it. Go elsewhere or do something else you useless bodyguard," the girl raised in annoyance and stomped off.
The boy who was a prince of the country was slowly catching up to her but still not at a distance to have a proper conversation.
Luke, what seemed to be a nickname the girl gave him, followed closely without a word, ignoring her orders. This kind of incidents happened often. She came from a rich and well known family. Also her beauty was something a lot of men yearned for. However, she was totally oblivious to all the people of the opposite sex that wanted to be friends with her or go out with her. She looked at men with such a hatred that sometimes cowered some old uncles themselves but she did not care. This girl's heart was hard as stone if it came to men and boys alike.
The girl saw her carriage and instead of going in, she went to her driver. She was saying some things to her driver, gesturing angrily who suddenly became very concerned and his eyes fell to Luke. The bodyguard knew immediately. This meant there was going to be a big trouble soon.
Suddenly, the girl took the whip out of the driver hands and untie the ropes that tied the horses and carriage together. She quickly rose and rode on one of the horses, cracking the whip to run away.
"Miss Rosalyn no!" Luke shouted.
Have she forgotten who she is? She don't even know how to ride a horse properly!
Even though he did not like her at all, Luke still have a job to ensure her safety.
The figure of the girl became smaller. Luke and the driver was stunned. Who knew that this man-hater, pretty yet incapable girl could release such potential for running away from men? As the member of the Jackson family, she gave quite a bad reputation to her family name. With absolutely no outdoor skills and no interest in knowledge, and all she cared was staying pretty and showing off her wealth. It gave a reason why her uncle, the head of the house also did not favour her.
Just when Luke was about to catch up by grabbing another horse that pulled the carriage, the pretty girl was thrown off the horse. As she cried out, her petite frame fell into the ground.
Luke caught up to her mistress and frowned. The girl was unconscious. It was his mistake. He let her the person who he supposed to guard injured. No more would he let that happened again no matter how much he disliked her.
After Luke escorted the girl to the mansion, the prince followed him, looking slightly guilty. Nobody was at home except the servants and one of her family members, her mother.
The young girl was brought to a bedroom of a mansion. It was on a huge gold gilded, luxurious poster bed with soft, thick bedding which the pretty girl lay, unconscious. After Luke left, a golden haired, beautiful woman sat next to the bed, worry etched on her face.
Being blood related, both of them showed close similarities in their appearance such as their beautiful golden hair. Contrary from her unlovable daughter, the mother was a kind and virtuous woman instead. Anxious over the girl on the bed, she felt resigned. This daughter of hers, no one in the family liked her, not even her father or even her brother. They all disliked her personality of the way she treated men of all ages. Where she resembles to it was something no one knows.
A doctor went over promptly, and after a careful examination, concluded that the young lady was fine. They only needed to wait for her to wake up.
"Madam, it was my fault for making her do something like that and putting her in this kind of a situation," the prince confessed. He lowered his head, standing aside while saying in a low tone for forgiveness, "I accept any consequences as the prince of this country."
The prince was in the room as he also saw the situation that occurred earlier. He felt a huge pain in his heart that he hoped such a perfect beautiful girl would not be spoiled.
"No, Prince." the mother smiled and shook her head, resignation in her voice. "I understand this child's personality. It was not your fault. You may leave."
The prince left the room quietly, still looking quite guilty.
The girl's mother stayed in the room alone.
In the evening, the girl on the bed slowly moved her fingers.
"Rose!" the women, who had been staying next to her all this time, cried her name out joyfully, grabbing the hand of the girl on the bed.
The girl on the bed slowly opened her eyes but did not speak.
"Rose, you awake? How do you feel?" the mother asked eagerly as she happily supported her daughter up.
But the person on the bed still did not speak. The women hugged her with small sobs. No one was willing to visit Rosalyn, her daughter, even though she was knocked unconscious in an accident. Not even her family members after arriving home from the day's activities, visited her once. The unjust treatment pained her.
Rosalyn opened her eyes, looked coldly at her surroundings. For a moment, her eyes showed a slight traces of fear but disappeared quickly, replaced by a lost and confusing look.
Rosalyn looked at her reflection in the beautiful woman's irises, immediately understanding her situation. She replied quietly, "I feel fine. But, I am a bit hungry."
"Ok, Rose, just a moment, I'll call some people to send food." her mother said. Feeling delighted, she stood up quickly but wobbled because she had sat too long. Immediately, a force propped up her elbow so she would not fall. The women looked back and saw Rosalyn's smiling face. The women was surprised of this action but thought nothing more of it. She hastened out the door to the waiting servants and left the room.
The young girl on the bed looked around slowly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings, squinting, her eyes looking a bit lost. She smirked ever so slightly, amused at her current situation.
The moment the middle age women in front of her spoke, Aphrodite knew it instantly.
The way the women looked at her eyes with such a love she never felt before. After all, her own family was a very messy one. And she was born out of her father's umm… private parts and rose from the sea.
"Rose, you awake? How do you feel?" the woman had asked.
Aphrodite quickly scanned the area and figured out that she must be in some rich family. And this woman was her mother. The name Rosalyn Jackson… that was probably the owner of the body she possessed. And Rose was maybe a nickname like how she have heard mothers gave to their children back in her world.
Wait a minute... Jackson? It cannot be what she thought the surname came from.
Aphrodite massaged her temples gently. Her head hurt so much that it felt like it would split open as the memories of the owner's body was coming to her.
The more memories surfaced, the more confused her facial expression became, because the memories had such limited information. Most were memories of handsome men, chasing after the girl. She felt sudden feelings of annoyance, fear and anger at all these men. All negative feelings were let out for every appearance. Just what kind of human girl have she possessed? The only other useful piece of information was that her family seemed to be very reputable and wealthy in this country.
Aphrodite let out a long breath, relaxing her emotions she felt from her memories.
Rosalyn Jackson. The young girl lowered her head. That will be her name from now on in this world.
Aphrodite mumbled her name quietly. The person's name sounded pretty, but nobody could stand her attitude. Her memories were full her rejecting men and boys who pursued her regardless of their intentions.
The door was suddenly banged open and the deafening sound caused Aphrodite to look towards the door. The girl at the door resembled the previous beautiful woman and seemed older than the owner's body the goddess have, however, her expression of disgust and condescending attitude did not match her relatively youthful age.
Aphrodite just stared quietly, because in her memories, she was terribly afraid of the girl before her. It was the only thing that this Rosalyn had feared. It was her older sister, Hebe. Although she was only 14 years old, she had already become a well known scholar (Aphrodite was only 13). Because of her outstanding talent, she was selected by the principal of the Innova Institute even when before she started public school to become one of his few tutors. This made the head of the house incredibly happy. The talented older daughter of the family resented Rosalyn because her own mother spoiled her so much. This wasn't strange because Hebe, being a child prodigy, had the love of her family members and the servants. Thus, her mother spent more time with Rosalyn who was disliked by anyone else.
Wait a minute, Aphrodite thought. Hebe? That goddess of youth? And the name of my mother is Gaia! Well I supposed it technically true since Ouranos married Gaia.
Despite being in a different world, somehow the names are all the same as her previous world, but they yet played different role. But that did not mean that Aphrodite could simply forgot her feelings in the her original world. Her feelings of dislikes and annoyance anger at some of these immortal beings.
Before the goddess have some time to further lay down her thoughts, the older girl speaks out.
"You brought great shame to the Jackson name, ending up in this state just because you fell off a horse to run away from a boy." Hebe held her head high and looked disdainfully at the person on the bed. "You should learn to get them, not pushing them away."
Hebe walked up to the bed, a sliver of malice glinting in her eyes, and stuck her face right up to Aphrodite. She whispered in a low, poisonous voice, "My dear younger sister, why didn't you die falling off that horse?"
Aphrodite looked silently at the pretty face before her. Who would have thought that someone who looked this innocent would say something so malicious to a fragile looking girl like me?
Hebe looked at Aphrodite's placid face and was taken aback. Normally her elder sister would be trembling by not, yet currently, she was so calm and collected.
Footsteps sounded outside and Hebe's expression changed to a frown. She muttered indistinctly under her breath, probably spouting vulgarities and instantly, she took out a small knife. Before Aphrodite could react, Hebe had already pointed her back slightly with the knife silently. Aphrodite felt a terrible sharp pain surged through her body from her back.
"You male-hating girl, next time you worry mother I won't let you off as easily," Hebe whispered coldly. "You know what will happen if you dare tell mother."
In Aphrodite's combined memories, it seemed that many similar situations had happened before. Without anyone knowing, the older sister seemed to give the old Rosalyn a lot of suffering. All mostly involved physical pain. Their relationship are quite unstable too. They never had a proper sisterly conversation since they were children.
The goddess dropped her gaze emotionlessly, not looking when Hebe turned around.
This time, the door opened quietly. The beautiful lady from before peaked inside and smiled.
"Mother!" Hebe greeted happily.
"Hebe, you're home!" Gaia smiled as she entered.
"Yes, Mother. Let's go eat now." Hebe grabbed Gaia's arm cheerfully.
"You go eat first, I will stay with your younger sister." Gaia patted Hebe's head and said softly, "Your sister is not feeling well today, I'm staying here to keep her company."
"Oh." Hebe said, eyes cast down with a bitterness unnoticed by her mother. Watching her mother walked towards the bed, the young girl quietly and coldly humphed without anyone hearing and left quickly.
The previous Rosalyn did not dare report Hebe's bullying or have the power to strike back. But, in the future… Aphrodite's eyes became icy as she remembered the hurting sensation on her back once more. Even though it was probably a tiny almost unnoticeable stab, it was still very painful.
"Rose, the servants will serve dinner soon." Gaia sat near the bed and enclosed Aphrodite's hands in her own. Aphrodite gave a start. The warmth coming from her hand made her relax immediately. The love of a parent was unbelievable to the goddess. She could keep holding like this forever.
"Mother…" Aphrodite said softly.
"What is it dear?" Gaia smiled gently. Suddenly, her expression changed and she asked anxiously, "Do you feel hurt anywhere?"
"No, mother." Aphrodite suddenly smiled. "Mother, you haven't eaten either. Are you hungry?"
The women gave a start, and suddenly, tears came uncontrollably and silently. It was the first time this daughter of hers asked a question like this.
Seeing Gaia's tears of joy, Aphrodite lowered her eyes. She just wanted to be on the good side of this women. She have no intention of just being entirely nice to someone just because she was in a different world yet.
Her true feelings were hidden by her long lashes.
Rosalyn Jackson. A strange light glinted in the young girl's eyes.
A heroine with such an interesting personality. A family that all bore similar resemblance and name to her previous world. Maybe this was a good decision after all.
From then on, Aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, decided that she was going to turn the life of the girl which was now her life. A new name for herself. She have no idea this set the motion to changes that affect this entire world, and her own too.
At this moment, a bright new star rose in the night sky of the world, but as for why, no one knew.
