I am sure most of you have recieved the "Greek Mythology"
challenge. However, this story was in the works during the
month of July/August and then left sitting on the upstairs
computer as I broke through writer's block to restart upon
"The Mummy" once more. Since I couldn't help but answer
the challenge, I thought to go ahead and send it out to both
lists respectively.
Notes: Greek Mythology has always been my favorite subject
and the story of Hades and Persephone only deepened it. I am
not currently fond of the prologue and may eventually redo that
part of it later on before adding it to the fanfiction journal I
have been keeping. For now, it will do.
Dedication: To my sister and niece, this story is for you both.
I love you both so very much.
Disclaimer: I do not own Utena. Though I do own the Akio
voodoo pin cushion. XD
Web Site: tenjou.ujournal.org
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To Pluck A Rose
by Utena-chan
Prologue
Ohtori Gakuen
The Present
It had been another beautiful day, blessed by a nice Spring breeze and reasonable temperatures far too tempting to stay locked inside. Or so came to the mind of one Tenjou Utena. She had tried desperately to coax her bride out of the birdcage but she would hear none of it, refusing to leave until the last plant was watered. Sighing in resign, Utena had given up any hope of getting Himemiya Anshii to join her and exited the birdcage alone. Though she tried to understand Anshii's reasons for staying behind, she couldn't fathom the reasons behind it. She knew the girl's only friend was Chu Chu and Utena desperately wanted her to have a life outside of the duels and meet new people. Perhaps in time Anshii would see things her way.
Utena halted her movement and turned to look at her surroundings. She had the eeriest feeling that she was being watched, even followed for that matter. But by whom? She didn't know nor would whoever it was show himself or herself to her. Straightening her spine and keeping herself firmly on guard, she made a move again through the empty covered walkway. Maybe it was her imagination playing tricks upon her as her mind was still firmly on the English lessons of earlier. She had never considered Greek Mythology to be anything but fascinating nor the colorful characters that were created within. It had been the first English subject she had ever taken an interest in.
Crossing from the protection of the archway and across the lush landscape of the field, she stopped again. She could have sworn once more she heard something heading towards her. The sound of horse and rider? She looked around trying to find out from which direction it had been coming from. By the time, she had figured out from whence it came, it had been too late. She was drawn up against the rider and spirited away from Ohtori like lightning. She fought hard against her kidnapper and tried in vain to see who it was, but there had been no such luck. The sun's rays had blinded her.
Why does this seem so familiar?, she wondered furrowing her brows together. Then it hit her. She remembered hearing of a similar kidnapping during class earlier. Persephone, Maiden of the Spring, had been taken in such a similar fashion! She understood now. Someone was out to make the fabled story into a reality! She had to free herself from her kidnapper and find safety anywhere until they sent out help, but what if this had been planned? She could only think of one person behind it all----
Before Utena could complete that thought, she yawned and closed her eyes. Never thinking in the least that the lessons of earlier would come back to haunt her, drawing her into a world where mythology wasn't all that it seemed and neither were its players......
Chapter One
Long ago--
Lachesis, Disposer of Lots, let her small, child-like fingers dance across the glowing pale pink thread that was chosen to be used once Demeter gave birth to her child. In her mind, she was already playing with the notion of the child being connected to another. Of course, she was all too aware of what Demeter would say to this if she knew. This really wasn't Demeter's decision. She was not the one weaving the path the child would take nor was Lachesis going to allow Demeter to sway the girl from her already chosen destiny. She knew the older woman...knew she would never have this child if she knew what was planned and so she kept it secret even from her own sisters. When the time came, she would tell them of the path decided and the path would never be swayed.
Clotho paused in her spinning to look at her younger sister. She could see that she was up-to-no good. She did not even have to ask what it was she was up to either. She could see it plainly in those innocent pale gray eyes. The girl had already planned the future of the one who would hold the thread in her hands and none of them would be able to say otherwise. She was simply the spinner...the one who wove the tapestry of life. She had a job to do and it was truly up to Lachesis what path was to be taken. Sighing softly, she returned to her spinning.
Atropos held out a wrinkled hand that held "the abhorred shears". Together the three of them represented a stage in man's life. Lachesis--childhood, Clotho--adulthood, and she--old age. She didn't mind this at all. She cared only for her duties of cutting the threads of destiny. Yet, she sensed something from Lachesis that it made her stop midway of cutting the thread of a mortal on the verge of death. Pressing her lips together in a fine line, she straightened her spine and looked to the other two. Ever since Demeter announced her desire to have a child, Lachesis had been playing with the thread chosen as if trying to decide whatever to do with it. She knew there was no point to ask as Lachesis would never really answer her. It was none of her business, but she was sure Demeter would be angry over it nevertheless.
"I see something in your eyes I have not seen in a long time, Sister," Atropos replied cutting the heavy silence that had hung between them for nearly two hours. She eyed the length of thread between her shears. It was a pity to cut such a lovely piece but the end of it had come and the soul needed to move on to a newer, fresher body.
"I was thinking," Lachesis replied lifting her eyes to her eldest sister. "What if Hades and Demeter's unnamed child were linked by soul?"
Clotho tilted her head and seemed to be thinking this over. "I highly doubt Demeter would like that," she pointed out.
"It is not Demeter's decision," Atropos snapped cutting the thread and dropping it down into the basket near her left foot. "We are the Fates. It is our decision."
"You are right," Clotho amended quickly and lowered her head.
"Hades is a lonely soul and she would be a perfect match for him," Lachesis stated firmly. "She is his light and he is her darkness. "
"Then it is settled," Clotho replied, reaching for the two pieces of thread from Lachesis and quickly wove them together into a strong sturdy material. "They are each other's soul. Without the other, they are empty and at loss. Yet, the path we give them will not be easy and love must be able to withstand it all or they will lose each other each time."
Holding the entwined pieces of threads, she examined it closely. This would be far interesting to see play out upon the stage called life. Not every destiny was set in stone, but if they had their way they were going to make sure this one was. It was their duty to see to destiny and secure it safely.
Sometime That night---
Demeter, Goddess of the Grain and Harvest, took the small bundle into her arms and stared down for the first time at her infant daughter. She was far more beautiful than she could ever imagine with her sapphire blue eyes peering out from underneath think lashes of dark pink. A patch of rose pink hair peeked out from the snow white blanket and Demeter moved her hand once more to cover her daughter's head. She was truly blessed with such a gift.
"What will you name her, Sweet Lady?" The woman asked as she picked up the white linen sheets.
"Kore," she said simply with a smile on her lips. "Just Kore."
Chapter Two
Sixteen Years Later
She stood high on the cliffs watching the white crested waves as they slammed against the jagged rocks below. The day was beautiful and warm, moreso than the previous day. It had been one of those days where one could sit beneath a tree or even pick flowers and this she did immensely today. Silently, she thanked her mother as it was she would controlled the lovely weather. Later, she would have to thank her personally, but she already knew what her mother would. She would simply smile and touch her cheek tenderly, citing that she made the day for her daughter.
Kore smiled at the thought as she brushed away strands of rose pink hair from her face. She had always loved her mother far more than she loved her own father, Zeus, but then she had been raised mainly by her mother.They lived in the mortal world as her father prefered Mt Olympus. Only when occasion demanded did they venture to the remote mountain top and it was only then that her father took any interest in her life. She was all too aware of the bouts her mother had with her father upon the subject of her life. Zeus wanted her to be a Goddess in her own right, but her Mother wanted her to take up the role she would give her later in life. In the end, her mother seemed to always win.
Pushing away the thoughts of her father, Kore thought of the land and the people that dwelled upon it. As a child, she had learned quickly the secrets her mother shared with the people here and the deep connection they formed with her. As always, they knew who to turn to when food was low and what to offer her in turn. Often, her mother never truly cared for the offerings. Her thoughts were always upon the happiness of the people and in this, she enjoyed her teachings. None dared to anger their Harvest Goddess. None wanted the punishment she would carry out and they did everything to appease her.
Growing up had not always been easy for Kore, she had duties to tend to and learnings from her Mother. She spent most of her life in the temples being taught everything that would one day be placed upon her small shoulders. She never once complained either. She took this in stride and learned everything she could from her Mother. She wanted nothing more than to make the woman far more proud of her than she could possibly be now.
In her fourteenth year of life, Zeus decided to play an even bigger role in her life. He summoned them both to Olympus with the intend of announcing that it was high time his daughter marry. Of course, this did not go well with her Mother who went into a rage over this. There was no way in hell, as she had said, that she was going to marry her daughter off. Her fate had already been decided. Kore was going to be trained to be her High Priestess and Priestesses were not allowed to be married.
"Is this your choice, Daughter?" Zeus demanded, silencing Demeter's protests any further. He was concerned for the first time in her life over a decision that would effect her future. He knew she would never be allowed to taste love nor its fruits if she agreed with her mother and this would sorely disappoint him. He had always thought Kore pretty, no gorgeous with her sparkling sapphire blue eyes and shade of light pink hair.
"Yes, Father," she answered quietly but firmly. "I wish to become a Virgin Goddess."
Within the crowd of Gods and Goddesses, Aphrodite was on the verge of collapse from the announcement. It wasn't enough that they had already had plenty of those running around. They were now about to add Demeter's daughter to the ranks. This simply didn't sit well with the Goddess of Love. She wanted to march up there and shake the girl in hopes of knocking the idea out of her head.
"How could she not want to experience the joys of love and the sorrow of heartache?" She hissed softly to her son, Eros, who stood next to her quietly contempulating the scene. "Its part of the cycle of Life. Demeter, of all Goddesses, should know this. What a heartless bitch she is to take such a precious gift from her daughter!"
Eros placed a gentle hand on his mother's shoulder in silent sympathy. He knew Aphrodite wanted what was best for the young girl, but it had not been their place to say anything. Lifting his eyes to the crowd again, he caught a glimpse of Hecate's long violet hair and beside her was Death himself with his lavendar hair drawn back in a ponytail. Both seemed far more interested in the pink-haired girl than any of the other Gods themselves.
On the other side of the room were the twins, Apollo and Diana. Often it was hard to tell the two apart with their backs turn as both had the same shade of dark blue hair. Yet, Apollo always carried with him his Lyre and thus it made it the easiest to recognize him next to his sister. At their sides were the green-haired Poseidon and his lovely dark-haired and brown-eyed wife, Amphitrite. A feet away was Athena with her coral ringlets on each side of her face and a young woman with dark violet hair at her side. A nymph, Eros had decided. The only ones missing was Hades himself, the dark King of the Underworld, and his sister, Celeste, the Bearer of the Eternal Flame.
"Then it is your decision," he said disappointedly as if dismissing both mother and daughter from his very sight. He knew that Demeter had already made up her mind and he could never change it. He had no right now. He had never made the effort to truly be her father and why should she listen to him now? He could order her married, but he didn't dare have her hate him for the rest of her life.
Kore drew herself away from the past and placed herself back into the present. This was hardly time to reflect truly upon the past. It was gone and over and now the future laid ahead for her. In just a few short days, she would be given the rituals that would bind her to the duties her mother wanted for her. Duties, she would see to it, that she took great care to please her mother in.
Some few feet away, a dark figure concealed by which the helmet her wore, stood watching the maiden above the hill. She was beautiful, he noted, with the way the sunlight made her rose pink hair shine and send the light to dance in those jeweled eyes. He tried to search his memory as to where he had seen her but ended up drawing a blank. She had to be some mortal or even nymph he had not laid eyes upon.
Then a memory, long since buried in the depths of his consciousness, drew forth an image of a child whose birthday he had ruined so long ago. Despite this mishap, she had looked to him with kind blue eyes and lifted her hand to take his even going as far to ignore the outraged cries of her Mother. He knew he had never been invited to join, but then who could blame those that feared him? Yet, she did not. Instead, she dragged him across the silent room to a seat where she wanted to know all about him.The other Gods avoided him, but she did not. For this, he loved her and ever since then he loved her still.
Hades, God of the Underworld, lifted his helmet off his head and allowed strands of crimson red hair to fall about his armoured shoulders. He didn't want to frighten her away. Instead, he remained hidden content with watching the young woman who seemed lost in her own world or more in thought. He wasn't sure which at the moment as he could not truly read her face from his place among the brushes. There was no doubt in his mind that she would make a beautiful Queen beside him, but there was no chance in the very depths of Tartarus Demeter herself would allow such a thing to happen. The woman was extremely selfish with Kore and refused to allow any man or God get near her only child. This made courting Kore virtually impossible. Still, this would not deter the King of the Dead. He would have her....he would find away, but how was the question. He could only hope that his brother, Zeus, would give him this answer.
Placing the invisiblity helmet back on, he turned and walked away.
"Kore!" Her mother's voice sailed around her and echoed below upon the sharp edges of the cliff and she turned in time to see her Mother appear upon the incline of the hill. Today, Demeter wore her favorite champagne colored empire waist style gown with matching veil that was held in place by a crown of diamonds. Her dark hair with a few strands of gray peeking out was immaculately well kept beneath the thin veil.
"Yes, Momma?" She answered moving from her peaceful place of refuge to her mother's side. A serene smile tugging on the corners of her generous mouth.
Demeter returned the smile. Each day, her daughter continued to grow in beauty. Her rose pink hair fell about her shoulders and a crown of roses encircled her head. She was the Maiden of Spring, beloved child of the Lady of the Grain. Demeter could not ask for no such other as Kore. She wouldn't dare. Her daughter was precious and therefore a perfect candidate to take her place later in life.
"Come Child," her worried mother replied linking her arm with hers and leading her away, "we only have a few more days to prepare you to take your place at my temple."
Kore nodded her head. She had not forgotten the vast festivites that would follow once she completed all rituals. Yet, deep within the very depths of her soul, she felt something tug the chords. She knew she would never feel love nor the joys of childbirth. There was to be no man in her life only the vows of chasity to come. Though this cut her to the quick, she never mentioned it to her mother. She didn't want to have her disappointed in her. This was something she never wanted to do. She wanted her mother to be proud of her....to truly call her daughter. Of course, there would always be those "what ifs" in her mind, but it was far too late to pull out now. Her destiny, or rather her Mother's chosen destiny for her, was calling her to the temples.
The temple came into view. A vast place of columns and intricate details carved from marble stood before her, beckoning her to come into the warmth of the place. She could not deny the place was beautiful as there were no temples other than Athena's own that could rival it. Here all the secrets of the Harvest were kept and soon she would learn all she could as its High Priestess.
"Don't be nervous, Kore," her mother spoke again as if she knew exactly what she feeling. "All young women must take their places in life."
What if the chosen path wasn't what you wanted?, she wanted to ask but bit her tongue and nodded her head again. She didn't want to answer her mother verbally, knowing full well there was a chance her voice could crack. She didn't want her mother questioning her at this time. No, she would simply excuse herself now and retire quickly before her mother even think to ask.
"I'm tired, Momma," she replied firmly, giving her Mother a gentle kiss on her cheek before fleeing.
Chapter Three
It had been far too long since he had last been here. Even now, it seemed like an eternity as he stepped onto the pale marbled floors of the palace. He wasn't sure if he would be greeted warmly or turned away. The deathless gods were never a welcoming sight to those of Olympus where life was celebrated. His role was never his chosen. He had drawn lots and recieved the Underworld as he and his brothers split the earth in threes. In some way, he was glad he had not gotten the control over the seas or the role of King of the Gods. He had seen both jobs and didn't want them. The darkened world was his and there was no one who would dare enter to tell him how to run it. He never had this fear, not like his brothers did.
"Hades," Zeus' voice boomed from the throne sending all eyes to cast themselves to the figure that paused in the doorway, "who would have thought you would come to visit. Is there anything wrong?"
"No," Hades shook his head as he tucked his helmet beneath his arm and stepped forward. He did not pay homage to his brother as the others did. He didn't believe he needed to do such a thing to one who was younger than he. "I came to talk to you in private please."
Zeus eyed his brother for a moment before finally rising from his seat and moving across the room to his brother's side. Ushering them both out and away from the ears of his wife, they stepped out into the hall and made their way to adjoining room. Zeus knew that his crimson-haired brother did not visit just to visit. No, there was something in those cobalt blue eyes that told Zeus that something was bothering him.
"Speak," Zeus commanded to his brother.
"I need your help," Hades began, "I wish to make Demeter's daughter my bride."
Zeus took a seat in one of the velvet chairs and stroked his chin. He knew Demeter would never allow such a union to happen. She considered Kore all hers and above the laws instated by Zeus himself. Zeus was never fond of this and his daughter's happiness was the one thing he cherished most.
Looking up at Hades, he knew that his brother would cherish Kore above all others. There was no denying this at all. He could see love in those dark depths and this prompted the King of the Gods to offer his help against Demeter. It would not be easy, this he knew as Demeter always kept a eye on her daughter day and night.
"I understand that there is little time to plan as Demeter is preparing Kore to become her High Priestess and one day take over Demeter's duties," Zeus replied leaning back in the chair. "Kore is a Goddess in her own right, but her Mother has never seen that. She thinks Kore should take over duties that she is ready for. I will help you as I want to see her happy."
Hades nodded his head and listened to the plan as his brother began to speak it softly. He did not trust that others would be listening in. He had to make sure this was kept in the best confidence as possible so that none would go warn Demeter as to what was to come.
When the plan was given, Hades departed Olympus and directed his coal black steed back down to earth. He had little time and he had to make it work or risk losing Kore to Demeter forever. This set firmly in his mind and he drove his chariot even harder sending the demonic horses that drew it to breath even more. The ground ripped open before him and Hades disappeared in the chasm, returning to his world once more below.
Another beautiful day, or so the Maiden of Spring thought as she plucked another flower from the soil. Already, she had two baskets filled with the most beautiful and the freshest fragant flowers that graced the Earth. She could not wait to show her mother nor hand her the bouquet she would make for her once she was finished.
Just behind her, the other priestesses were busy laughing and carrying on with songs. They had not even noticed her moving away to pick another set of flowers just some few feet away. These were far more beautiful than the ones she had already picked and she couldn't help but desire to add these to her collection. She was sure her Mother would be most pleased with her selection.
Stepping away, Kore noticed gleaming near the edge and she moved quickly towards it. She was astonished to find a jeweled flower so tiny that it would have been nearly impossible to see if it had not been for the sunlight gleaming off it. She bent down to study the tiny flower. Its petals made of the deepest rubies...its center the yellowist topaz...and its steam and leaves were of the richest emeralds. She knew she had to have it and plucked it from the ground.
Just then the ground rumbled and shock beneath her feet and Kore couldn't find the strength to heed that silent scream inside her brain that told her to run. Her head turned left and then right as if searching for the source of all this. She knew it couldn't be her Mother. Demeter was on one of the tiny islands tending to a prayers that needed to be answered.
The ground ripped in front of her and the sound of horses carried themselves to her ears. She could only imagine the demon itself riding them. She had heard tales of the bleak world below, tales that often sent her screaming during the darkest nights. She had never been there below...had never even known what the world was like. She had only met its master, but even that was long ago as a child. She never thought in her entire life to see him again. Perhaps he was coming up to take another soul...or even heard his name being called.
Kore felt her body tremble with fear and she reached up to brush the stray strands of rose-colored hair from her face. She could only stand there rooted to her spot as the coal black horses finally appeared from the chasm in the earth. Its rider pushing his horses beyond all measure, but she could not make out a single feature. His face hidden beneath the mask of the helmet. Closer and closer rider and horses came to her and she knew then he had come for her.
Kore opened her mouth to scream for help, but not a single word could be uttered from her lips. Her blue eyes could only widen in horror as the rider reached for her and drew her into the chariot. She struggled against the black-dressed figure, but he was far stronger her than her. He bore her away weeping back down into the earth. The high hills echoed her cries for help, and the sea carried it to her mother who raced back to the mainland seeking her daughter.
"Help!"
Demeter stopped in her teachings and turned her head towards the mainland. It had been Kore she heard cry out and she knew she had to go home...to find out what had happened to her precious child. She excused herself from her priestesses, leaving them to continue her teachings in her place as she disappeared in speckles of gold dust.
When she reappeared upon the mainland, she was stunned to find that there had been no sign of her daughter anywhere and none knew where she had gone. The priestesses had sworn they had not a single sound and Demeter tried everything else. Still no one would answer her question as none knew what had happened to the young maiden of the Spring.
"Until my daughter is returned, the Earth shall suffer with barrened lands," she vowed coldly cursing the land for which she was worshipped as a Goddess. She would allow nothing to grow...not a single thing until her daughter was returned to her safely. It didn't matter that mankind would suffer. They would mourn her loss regardless if they wanted to or not. They owed her this much.
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Coming Soon:
The Second Half
challenge. However, this story was in the works during the
month of July/August and then left sitting on the upstairs
computer as I broke through writer's block to restart upon
"The Mummy" once more. Since I couldn't help but answer
the challenge, I thought to go ahead and send it out to both
lists respectively.
Notes: Greek Mythology has always been my favorite subject
and the story of Hades and Persephone only deepened it. I am
not currently fond of the prologue and may eventually redo that
part of it later on before adding it to the fanfiction journal I
have been keeping. For now, it will do.
Dedication: To my sister and niece, this story is for you both.
I love you both so very much.
Disclaimer: I do not own Utena. Though I do own the Akio
voodoo pin cushion. XD
Web Site: tenjou.ujournal.org
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To Pluck A Rose
by Utena-chan
Prologue
Ohtori Gakuen
The Present
It had been another beautiful day, blessed by a nice Spring breeze and reasonable temperatures far too tempting to stay locked inside. Or so came to the mind of one Tenjou Utena. She had tried desperately to coax her bride out of the birdcage but she would hear none of it, refusing to leave until the last plant was watered. Sighing in resign, Utena had given up any hope of getting Himemiya Anshii to join her and exited the birdcage alone. Though she tried to understand Anshii's reasons for staying behind, she couldn't fathom the reasons behind it. She knew the girl's only friend was Chu Chu and Utena desperately wanted her to have a life outside of the duels and meet new people. Perhaps in time Anshii would see things her way.
Utena halted her movement and turned to look at her surroundings. She had the eeriest feeling that she was being watched, even followed for that matter. But by whom? She didn't know nor would whoever it was show himself or herself to her. Straightening her spine and keeping herself firmly on guard, she made a move again through the empty covered walkway. Maybe it was her imagination playing tricks upon her as her mind was still firmly on the English lessons of earlier. She had never considered Greek Mythology to be anything but fascinating nor the colorful characters that were created within. It had been the first English subject she had ever taken an interest in.
Crossing from the protection of the archway and across the lush landscape of the field, she stopped again. She could have sworn once more she heard something heading towards her. The sound of horse and rider? She looked around trying to find out from which direction it had been coming from. By the time, she had figured out from whence it came, it had been too late. She was drawn up against the rider and spirited away from Ohtori like lightning. She fought hard against her kidnapper and tried in vain to see who it was, but there had been no such luck. The sun's rays had blinded her.
Why does this seem so familiar?, she wondered furrowing her brows together. Then it hit her. She remembered hearing of a similar kidnapping during class earlier. Persephone, Maiden of the Spring, had been taken in such a similar fashion! She understood now. Someone was out to make the fabled story into a reality! She had to free herself from her kidnapper and find safety anywhere until they sent out help, but what if this had been planned? She could only think of one person behind it all----
Before Utena could complete that thought, she yawned and closed her eyes. Never thinking in the least that the lessons of earlier would come back to haunt her, drawing her into a world where mythology wasn't all that it seemed and neither were its players......
Chapter One
Long ago--
Lachesis, Disposer of Lots, let her small, child-like fingers dance across the glowing pale pink thread that was chosen to be used once Demeter gave birth to her child. In her mind, she was already playing with the notion of the child being connected to another. Of course, she was all too aware of what Demeter would say to this if she knew. This really wasn't Demeter's decision. She was not the one weaving the path the child would take nor was Lachesis going to allow Demeter to sway the girl from her already chosen destiny. She knew the older woman...knew she would never have this child if she knew what was planned and so she kept it secret even from her own sisters. When the time came, she would tell them of the path decided and the path would never be swayed.
Clotho paused in her spinning to look at her younger sister. She could see that she was up-to-no good. She did not even have to ask what it was she was up to either. She could see it plainly in those innocent pale gray eyes. The girl had already planned the future of the one who would hold the thread in her hands and none of them would be able to say otherwise. She was simply the spinner...the one who wove the tapestry of life. She had a job to do and it was truly up to Lachesis what path was to be taken. Sighing softly, she returned to her spinning.
Atropos held out a wrinkled hand that held "the abhorred shears". Together the three of them represented a stage in man's life. Lachesis--childhood, Clotho--adulthood, and she--old age. She didn't mind this at all. She cared only for her duties of cutting the threads of destiny. Yet, she sensed something from Lachesis that it made her stop midway of cutting the thread of a mortal on the verge of death. Pressing her lips together in a fine line, she straightened her spine and looked to the other two. Ever since Demeter announced her desire to have a child, Lachesis had been playing with the thread chosen as if trying to decide whatever to do with it. She knew there was no point to ask as Lachesis would never really answer her. It was none of her business, but she was sure Demeter would be angry over it nevertheless.
"I see something in your eyes I have not seen in a long time, Sister," Atropos replied cutting the heavy silence that had hung between them for nearly two hours. She eyed the length of thread between her shears. It was a pity to cut such a lovely piece but the end of it had come and the soul needed to move on to a newer, fresher body.
"I was thinking," Lachesis replied lifting her eyes to her eldest sister. "What if Hades and Demeter's unnamed child were linked by soul?"
Clotho tilted her head and seemed to be thinking this over. "I highly doubt Demeter would like that," she pointed out.
"It is not Demeter's decision," Atropos snapped cutting the thread and dropping it down into the basket near her left foot. "We are the Fates. It is our decision."
"You are right," Clotho amended quickly and lowered her head.
"Hades is a lonely soul and she would be a perfect match for him," Lachesis stated firmly. "She is his light and he is her darkness. "
"Then it is settled," Clotho replied, reaching for the two pieces of thread from Lachesis and quickly wove them together into a strong sturdy material. "They are each other's soul. Without the other, they are empty and at loss. Yet, the path we give them will not be easy and love must be able to withstand it all or they will lose each other each time."
Holding the entwined pieces of threads, she examined it closely. This would be far interesting to see play out upon the stage called life. Not every destiny was set in stone, but if they had their way they were going to make sure this one was. It was their duty to see to destiny and secure it safely.
Sometime That night---
Demeter, Goddess of the Grain and Harvest, took the small bundle into her arms and stared down for the first time at her infant daughter. She was far more beautiful than she could ever imagine with her sapphire blue eyes peering out from underneath think lashes of dark pink. A patch of rose pink hair peeked out from the snow white blanket and Demeter moved her hand once more to cover her daughter's head. She was truly blessed with such a gift.
"What will you name her, Sweet Lady?" The woman asked as she picked up the white linen sheets.
"Kore," she said simply with a smile on her lips. "Just Kore."
Chapter Two
Sixteen Years Later
She stood high on the cliffs watching the white crested waves as they slammed against the jagged rocks below. The day was beautiful and warm, moreso than the previous day. It had been one of those days where one could sit beneath a tree or even pick flowers and this she did immensely today. Silently, she thanked her mother as it was she would controlled the lovely weather. Later, she would have to thank her personally, but she already knew what her mother would. She would simply smile and touch her cheek tenderly, citing that she made the day for her daughter.
Kore smiled at the thought as she brushed away strands of rose pink hair from her face. She had always loved her mother far more than she loved her own father, Zeus, but then she had been raised mainly by her mother.They lived in the mortal world as her father prefered Mt Olympus. Only when occasion demanded did they venture to the remote mountain top and it was only then that her father took any interest in her life. She was all too aware of the bouts her mother had with her father upon the subject of her life. Zeus wanted her to be a Goddess in her own right, but her Mother wanted her to take up the role she would give her later in life. In the end, her mother seemed to always win.
Pushing away the thoughts of her father, Kore thought of the land and the people that dwelled upon it. As a child, she had learned quickly the secrets her mother shared with the people here and the deep connection they formed with her. As always, they knew who to turn to when food was low and what to offer her in turn. Often, her mother never truly cared for the offerings. Her thoughts were always upon the happiness of the people and in this, she enjoyed her teachings. None dared to anger their Harvest Goddess. None wanted the punishment she would carry out and they did everything to appease her.
Growing up had not always been easy for Kore, she had duties to tend to and learnings from her Mother. She spent most of her life in the temples being taught everything that would one day be placed upon her small shoulders. She never once complained either. She took this in stride and learned everything she could from her Mother. She wanted nothing more than to make the woman far more proud of her than she could possibly be now.
In her fourteenth year of life, Zeus decided to play an even bigger role in her life. He summoned them both to Olympus with the intend of announcing that it was high time his daughter marry. Of course, this did not go well with her Mother who went into a rage over this. There was no way in hell, as she had said, that she was going to marry her daughter off. Her fate had already been decided. Kore was going to be trained to be her High Priestess and Priestesses were not allowed to be married.
"Is this your choice, Daughter?" Zeus demanded, silencing Demeter's protests any further. He was concerned for the first time in her life over a decision that would effect her future. He knew she would never be allowed to taste love nor its fruits if she agreed with her mother and this would sorely disappoint him. He had always thought Kore pretty, no gorgeous with her sparkling sapphire blue eyes and shade of light pink hair.
"Yes, Father," she answered quietly but firmly. "I wish to become a Virgin Goddess."
Within the crowd of Gods and Goddesses, Aphrodite was on the verge of collapse from the announcement. It wasn't enough that they had already had plenty of those running around. They were now about to add Demeter's daughter to the ranks. This simply didn't sit well with the Goddess of Love. She wanted to march up there and shake the girl in hopes of knocking the idea out of her head.
"How could she not want to experience the joys of love and the sorrow of heartache?" She hissed softly to her son, Eros, who stood next to her quietly contempulating the scene. "Its part of the cycle of Life. Demeter, of all Goddesses, should know this. What a heartless bitch she is to take such a precious gift from her daughter!"
Eros placed a gentle hand on his mother's shoulder in silent sympathy. He knew Aphrodite wanted what was best for the young girl, but it had not been their place to say anything. Lifting his eyes to the crowd again, he caught a glimpse of Hecate's long violet hair and beside her was Death himself with his lavendar hair drawn back in a ponytail. Both seemed far more interested in the pink-haired girl than any of the other Gods themselves.
On the other side of the room were the twins, Apollo and Diana. Often it was hard to tell the two apart with their backs turn as both had the same shade of dark blue hair. Yet, Apollo always carried with him his Lyre and thus it made it the easiest to recognize him next to his sister. At their sides were the green-haired Poseidon and his lovely dark-haired and brown-eyed wife, Amphitrite. A feet away was Athena with her coral ringlets on each side of her face and a young woman with dark violet hair at her side. A nymph, Eros had decided. The only ones missing was Hades himself, the dark King of the Underworld, and his sister, Celeste, the Bearer of the Eternal Flame.
"Then it is your decision," he said disappointedly as if dismissing both mother and daughter from his very sight. He knew that Demeter had already made up her mind and he could never change it. He had no right now. He had never made the effort to truly be her father and why should she listen to him now? He could order her married, but he didn't dare have her hate him for the rest of her life.
Kore drew herself away from the past and placed herself back into the present. This was hardly time to reflect truly upon the past. It was gone and over and now the future laid ahead for her. In just a few short days, she would be given the rituals that would bind her to the duties her mother wanted for her. Duties, she would see to it, that she took great care to please her mother in.
Some few feet away, a dark figure concealed by which the helmet her wore, stood watching the maiden above the hill. She was beautiful, he noted, with the way the sunlight made her rose pink hair shine and send the light to dance in those jeweled eyes. He tried to search his memory as to where he had seen her but ended up drawing a blank. She had to be some mortal or even nymph he had not laid eyes upon.
Then a memory, long since buried in the depths of his consciousness, drew forth an image of a child whose birthday he had ruined so long ago. Despite this mishap, she had looked to him with kind blue eyes and lifted her hand to take his even going as far to ignore the outraged cries of her Mother. He knew he had never been invited to join, but then who could blame those that feared him? Yet, she did not. Instead, she dragged him across the silent room to a seat where she wanted to know all about him.The other Gods avoided him, but she did not. For this, he loved her and ever since then he loved her still.
Hades, God of the Underworld, lifted his helmet off his head and allowed strands of crimson red hair to fall about his armoured shoulders. He didn't want to frighten her away. Instead, he remained hidden content with watching the young woman who seemed lost in her own world or more in thought. He wasn't sure which at the moment as he could not truly read her face from his place among the brushes. There was no doubt in his mind that she would make a beautiful Queen beside him, but there was no chance in the very depths of Tartarus Demeter herself would allow such a thing to happen. The woman was extremely selfish with Kore and refused to allow any man or God get near her only child. This made courting Kore virtually impossible. Still, this would not deter the King of the Dead. He would have her....he would find away, but how was the question. He could only hope that his brother, Zeus, would give him this answer.
Placing the invisiblity helmet back on, he turned and walked away.
"Kore!" Her mother's voice sailed around her and echoed below upon the sharp edges of the cliff and she turned in time to see her Mother appear upon the incline of the hill. Today, Demeter wore her favorite champagne colored empire waist style gown with matching veil that was held in place by a crown of diamonds. Her dark hair with a few strands of gray peeking out was immaculately well kept beneath the thin veil.
"Yes, Momma?" She answered moving from her peaceful place of refuge to her mother's side. A serene smile tugging on the corners of her generous mouth.
Demeter returned the smile. Each day, her daughter continued to grow in beauty. Her rose pink hair fell about her shoulders and a crown of roses encircled her head. She was the Maiden of Spring, beloved child of the Lady of the Grain. Demeter could not ask for no such other as Kore. She wouldn't dare. Her daughter was precious and therefore a perfect candidate to take her place later in life.
"Come Child," her worried mother replied linking her arm with hers and leading her away, "we only have a few more days to prepare you to take your place at my temple."
Kore nodded her head. She had not forgotten the vast festivites that would follow once she completed all rituals. Yet, deep within the very depths of her soul, she felt something tug the chords. She knew she would never feel love nor the joys of childbirth. There was to be no man in her life only the vows of chasity to come. Though this cut her to the quick, she never mentioned it to her mother. She didn't want to have her disappointed in her. This was something she never wanted to do. She wanted her mother to be proud of her....to truly call her daughter. Of course, there would always be those "what ifs" in her mind, but it was far too late to pull out now. Her destiny, or rather her Mother's chosen destiny for her, was calling her to the temples.
The temple came into view. A vast place of columns and intricate details carved from marble stood before her, beckoning her to come into the warmth of the place. She could not deny the place was beautiful as there were no temples other than Athena's own that could rival it. Here all the secrets of the Harvest were kept and soon she would learn all she could as its High Priestess.
"Don't be nervous, Kore," her mother spoke again as if she knew exactly what she feeling. "All young women must take their places in life."
What if the chosen path wasn't what you wanted?, she wanted to ask but bit her tongue and nodded her head again. She didn't want to answer her mother verbally, knowing full well there was a chance her voice could crack. She didn't want her mother questioning her at this time. No, she would simply excuse herself now and retire quickly before her mother even think to ask.
"I'm tired, Momma," she replied firmly, giving her Mother a gentle kiss on her cheek before fleeing.
Chapter Three
It had been far too long since he had last been here. Even now, it seemed like an eternity as he stepped onto the pale marbled floors of the palace. He wasn't sure if he would be greeted warmly or turned away. The deathless gods were never a welcoming sight to those of Olympus where life was celebrated. His role was never his chosen. He had drawn lots and recieved the Underworld as he and his brothers split the earth in threes. In some way, he was glad he had not gotten the control over the seas or the role of King of the Gods. He had seen both jobs and didn't want them. The darkened world was his and there was no one who would dare enter to tell him how to run it. He never had this fear, not like his brothers did.
"Hades," Zeus' voice boomed from the throne sending all eyes to cast themselves to the figure that paused in the doorway, "who would have thought you would come to visit. Is there anything wrong?"
"No," Hades shook his head as he tucked his helmet beneath his arm and stepped forward. He did not pay homage to his brother as the others did. He didn't believe he needed to do such a thing to one who was younger than he. "I came to talk to you in private please."
Zeus eyed his brother for a moment before finally rising from his seat and moving across the room to his brother's side. Ushering them both out and away from the ears of his wife, they stepped out into the hall and made their way to adjoining room. Zeus knew that his crimson-haired brother did not visit just to visit. No, there was something in those cobalt blue eyes that told Zeus that something was bothering him.
"Speak," Zeus commanded to his brother.
"I need your help," Hades began, "I wish to make Demeter's daughter my bride."
Zeus took a seat in one of the velvet chairs and stroked his chin. He knew Demeter would never allow such a union to happen. She considered Kore all hers and above the laws instated by Zeus himself. Zeus was never fond of this and his daughter's happiness was the one thing he cherished most.
Looking up at Hades, he knew that his brother would cherish Kore above all others. There was no denying this at all. He could see love in those dark depths and this prompted the King of the Gods to offer his help against Demeter. It would not be easy, this he knew as Demeter always kept a eye on her daughter day and night.
"I understand that there is little time to plan as Demeter is preparing Kore to become her High Priestess and one day take over Demeter's duties," Zeus replied leaning back in the chair. "Kore is a Goddess in her own right, but her Mother has never seen that. She thinks Kore should take over duties that she is ready for. I will help you as I want to see her happy."
Hades nodded his head and listened to the plan as his brother began to speak it softly. He did not trust that others would be listening in. He had to make sure this was kept in the best confidence as possible so that none would go warn Demeter as to what was to come.
When the plan was given, Hades departed Olympus and directed his coal black steed back down to earth. He had little time and he had to make it work or risk losing Kore to Demeter forever. This set firmly in his mind and he drove his chariot even harder sending the demonic horses that drew it to breath even more. The ground ripped open before him and Hades disappeared in the chasm, returning to his world once more below.
Another beautiful day, or so the Maiden of Spring thought as she plucked another flower from the soil. Already, she had two baskets filled with the most beautiful and the freshest fragant flowers that graced the Earth. She could not wait to show her mother nor hand her the bouquet she would make for her once she was finished.
Just behind her, the other priestesses were busy laughing and carrying on with songs. They had not even noticed her moving away to pick another set of flowers just some few feet away. These were far more beautiful than the ones she had already picked and she couldn't help but desire to add these to her collection. She was sure her Mother would be most pleased with her selection.
Stepping away, Kore noticed gleaming near the edge and she moved quickly towards it. She was astonished to find a jeweled flower so tiny that it would have been nearly impossible to see if it had not been for the sunlight gleaming off it. She bent down to study the tiny flower. Its petals made of the deepest rubies...its center the yellowist topaz...and its steam and leaves were of the richest emeralds. She knew she had to have it and plucked it from the ground.
Just then the ground rumbled and shock beneath her feet and Kore couldn't find the strength to heed that silent scream inside her brain that told her to run. Her head turned left and then right as if searching for the source of all this. She knew it couldn't be her Mother. Demeter was on one of the tiny islands tending to a prayers that needed to be answered.
The ground ripped in front of her and the sound of horses carried themselves to her ears. She could only imagine the demon itself riding them. She had heard tales of the bleak world below, tales that often sent her screaming during the darkest nights. She had never been there below...had never even known what the world was like. She had only met its master, but even that was long ago as a child. She never thought in her entire life to see him again. Perhaps he was coming up to take another soul...or even heard his name being called.
Kore felt her body tremble with fear and she reached up to brush the stray strands of rose-colored hair from her face. She could only stand there rooted to her spot as the coal black horses finally appeared from the chasm in the earth. Its rider pushing his horses beyond all measure, but she could not make out a single feature. His face hidden beneath the mask of the helmet. Closer and closer rider and horses came to her and she knew then he had come for her.
Kore opened her mouth to scream for help, but not a single word could be uttered from her lips. Her blue eyes could only widen in horror as the rider reached for her and drew her into the chariot. She struggled against the black-dressed figure, but he was far stronger her than her. He bore her away weeping back down into the earth. The high hills echoed her cries for help, and the sea carried it to her mother who raced back to the mainland seeking her daughter.
"Help!"
Demeter stopped in her teachings and turned her head towards the mainland. It had been Kore she heard cry out and she knew she had to go home...to find out what had happened to her precious child. She excused herself from her priestesses, leaving them to continue her teachings in her place as she disappeared in speckles of gold dust.
When she reappeared upon the mainland, she was stunned to find that there had been no sign of her daughter anywhere and none knew where she had gone. The priestesses had sworn they had not a single sound and Demeter tried everything else. Still no one would answer her question as none knew what had happened to the young maiden of the Spring.
"Until my daughter is returned, the Earth shall suffer with barrened lands," she vowed coldly cursing the land for which she was worshipped as a Goddess. She would allow nothing to grow...not a single thing until her daughter was returned to her safely. It didn't matter that mankind would suffer. They would mourn her loss regardless if they wanted to or not. They owed her this much.
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The Second Half