Right, if you've read this story before, some changes are happening. Same if this is your first time. Maybe by the time you read this, I'll be finished, but before just in case I'm not, I'm going to give you a warning.
I'm re-writing this story, chapter by chapter. If you get to a chapter in here that doesn't go in order or make sense with the one before it, that could just be because I'm not done with construction yet.
And, before I start again, I'd like to give one last hurrah of sorts to the people who've read and reviewed this story before:
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And, thank you, if you are reading this.
Elysia was a special goddess. No, not special, just strange. A strange one. She was half-titan, half-god- like the Fates. She was the goddess of thought and Elysium. She was the patron of griffins. She was the impossible, the daughter of Hades, lord of the dead, and Hecate, titan of magic.
This should have made her more aloof, perhaps, to the needs of mortals, then the other immortals that she called family. It didn't- not really. It just made her closer to them.
"Mother," a 10-year old looking girl says to a woman in a sleeve-less black dress, "why are humans so loud?" The woman looks down at the girl with an amused expression- not quite a smile, but something close to it. "What do you mean, Elysia?"
The girl bites her lip and taps her fingers on the table, causing sparks to fly from them- literally. "Well," the girl- Elysia, struggles to explain, "it's the way they think really. They think loudly. Sometimes they shout, and others are more quiet, but they are all loud the same."
Her mother, the woman, raises an eyebrow. "I can always hear them, too!" Elysia hastily adds, twirling a strand of her hair. The woman opens her mouth to respond, her mouth twitching into an actual smile, when the duo hear the sound of booming foot-steps.
A tall man, with dangerous blue eyes, a beard, and a pin-stripe suit enters the room. The woman stands up and motions for the girl to do the same, too. "Zeus." She says simply. Yet, somehow, nothing is ever simple. The tone behind the word is saying something, and Elysia can't figure it out yet- her mother's and the man's minds are both guarded too well for her skills. Or, rather, too silent.
"Hecate." Zeus says. He nods to the girl. She has grown, her hair, once black has changed. It is still black, yes, but now that is only the roots. It is like the rainbow of hair colors, starting with the shades to black to brown to red to blonde to grey to white. Her deep purple eyes study him intensely, much more than any child, even that of a god should.
"Is it time?" Hecate asks. The girl narrow her eyes. "Time for what?" and both adults send her a glare. Elysia tugs on her hair. "I see," Zeus says, "that you did not teach her to hold her tongue when the adults are talking."
Hecate turns her lethal stare to the man, and her purple eyes burn with annoyance. She is tempted to say something, but thinks better of it. She turns to her daughter. Elysia is flushed with anger slightly, but does not speak to the man. Zeus nods again, and his blue eyes turn stormy. He stomps out of the room like the way he came in.
Dangerous. She is dangerous. Elysia gasps. Hecate looks at her sharply. "What is it?" The little girl shakes her head. "He was loud." Hecate shakes her head, and the twitching smile is back. So even the king of gods has loud thoughts sometimes. Oh, who was she kidding? He always did. She takes the little girl's hand, and they walk out of the room.
They walk towards a decision that will decide the fate of Thought.
The voices are loud. The voices are silent. None of them speak.
Not to her.
This actually turned out better than I thought. What do you guys think? Does she sound a bit… Mary-Sue?
Thank you for reading, and I'm glad if you enjoyed, and if you didn't, and I'd be equally glad if you told me how to improve. Thanks,~ GriffinGirl8655