Captivated

Chapter 1: Eris, Goddess of Spite

The Goddess of Dawn stepped over the dark mountains in her pink robes and into the sky above Olympus. In the main hall way, the entrance to the immortal gateway came forth a young woman dressed in a golden bronze dress that hung limp as if to fall off her flawless skin. Yet it accented her figure well, even though she really hadn't been given much. She was tall and slim but without a haunt look about her. Her hair was light brown from the color of maple, streaked with bold blonde locks brightening up her face. The lips that were placed upon her were always pouting leaving a small gap for to better show off her high cheek bones. Vanity was well in her. Just another hateful virtue that this goddess was endower at birth. Like her many children she was a snake of evil.

Everyone that knew her name feared of that grin she might wear in their presence, but not at all that measured to hear of her golden apple. Her fruit was the seed to all evil as was she to throw discord in any direction she wanted. Her name, was Eris goddess of Spite. And she bore the name with pride. She waltzed into the hallway, expecting to find disappointed faces of her arrival. Which she had gotten used to eras ago, however the faces were limited. No body was found in the glorious halls of immortals which were always famed in having.

Her questions peaked the highest when angered hushes of voices were heard behind a marble pillar. As she peered around she found it was Hera and Athena, her two most favorite playing toys that were by all the most powerful. If one of them was angered great destruction would occur. This is going to be fun. She thought.

"My dear beauties, I hope you are not gossiping about me?" She questioned, totally changing her tone to a more innocent nature that did not exist.

Athena and Hera looked up from there huddle.

"Of course Eris. We were only planning to hurt the foulest thing in existence!" Athena screeched.

"Now now my daughter. We must stable our emotions. Eris we were just conducting another plan to throw at that stupid little blonde Aphrodite." The name of the young goddess was slurred with envy.

"Now why would you do a thing like that to poor poor Aphrodite? She has no much wisdom then an idiot and thinks about love making as much as horned bull." The two goddesses laughed at her cruel remarks.

After laughing so hard, Hera straightened her hair before revealing their hatred. "Well after you threw your apple I was to pick it up since it belonged to me." Athena was about to charge at her with back talking remarks until she was stopped by the hand of her mother.

"Anyway Athena, myself and Aphrodite both came after it. And we begged for someone to tell who deserved the apple, so Zeus pointed out to what he said 'an expert in beauty, for he is as desirable as the next god'. So we came to this judge and offered gifts to pick us. I offered power and wealth. Athena, glory and quick wit in battle, and that whore offered the 'most beautiful woman in the world. Helen'."

"To me, she is not that beautiful. Why I can hands down over run any man's passion next to her." Added Athena with a spiteful anger that pleased Eris.

"Yes you are dear. And guess what he chose!!!!!" Before she said it both of them broke down in sobs. Tearing at their graceful robes and shrieking out their anger.

"WHO!" Eris yelled over their cries. She sat at the tip of her toes to better understand Athena's groggily words.

"APHRODITE!" Well that really surprises me! Thought Eris.

"What kind of fool would be woman crazed enough to pass up those gifts? Why any man in the right mind would choose one of you...Not because of the gifts you would promise but of your looks" She lied. Another trait she was masterful in. Aphrodite would always be the most beautiful, because she was the most feminine. Always wearing ravishing robes and jewels.

"A Trojan Prince name Paris of Troy. He was the godlike judge that Zeus choose. Some choice!" Athena's owl that forever was beside her flew off from her on going screaming.

"Well I must see this mortal!" Eris proclaimed. The two halted all noise.

"Why?" Hera began. "He is the cause of all this darkness."

"I know." Eris added. "Where might I find this mortal of folly?"

Athena summoned Hermes to come. "Hermes will escort you there. And if you see that Aphrodite, tell her there is a present in her horses stables." The two immortals dropped to their knees laughing. "She will be devastated to find those animals."

"Let's go Eris. You may see Ares there." Hermes led Eris back down the mountain.

"Where is everyone?" The goddess questioned. Hermes drew his famous grin of knowing something before everyone else. His pure white tunic vibrantly showed off his dark tanned skin and his sea green eyes.

"Everyone is in Troy protecting someone or another. Zeus is caught between protecting both armies. Athena and Hera will stop at nothing to crush the Trojans for the sake of the judges' death. Ares spends his time just...fighting. Apollo protects the Trojans along with Aphrodite and the rest are just watching."

Hermes kept going on about the war that Eris anonymously created but she kept it in with a smile. "I'm sure your proud of your self my Eris."

"What! Me! Now who do you think I am to enjoy such a conflict?" Hermes looked at her with arched eye browns, he basically wasn't buying it.

"Just take me to this man who started it all. I would be an honor for him to meet the master of his craft."

"Eris, he really isn't a bad man. He's just a young, no more experience then a 14 year old even though he is around 21 years of age. I pity him for entangling himself in this plot."

"Hermes?" Eris interrupted.

"Yes?" he responded with eagerness.

"Shut up."

This story popped in my head as I was looking at pictures of Keira Knightely wearing a golden robe, and I thought 'wow, she looks like a goddess'. Then I began thinking about the golden apple from her robes and the way her face was distant I thought she would be perfect as an Eris if the role was ever needed. So that was how I saw my Eris and constructed to brainstorm a short story of Eris the goddess of Spite. I hope you like it and even if you don't please review.