A/N: Stupid, ain't I? Just starting another story for NO REASON except for it was annoying me. Someone reviewed on Daughter of Three Goddesses (which you should read) about something I should do and that, combined with the half idea brewing since the first episode of Murdoch Mysteries, lead to this. I'm writing most of this on my Ipod when bored. Anyways, this'll be one of the stories I do in my mass update – gods that makes FIVE. I am an idiot. Right. I'll just let you get to the story now.
"The Chaos Descent"
Written by: "Huntress of the Sea"
The candle light flickered and dimmed. The heavy air was thick with the cloying scent of incise. The dark, brownstone temple was nearly deserted. Carved, Ionian columns supported the low, domed roof and lined either side of the central path. The ground was paved with many tiny stones, larger ones used to border the pathways. The temple was dark, desolate, bare, and not quite empty.
Down a flight of hidden stairs, through the crumbling columns, and on the far side of the underground temple, was a single altar and carving. The altar was nothing more than a bare stone table that had a blood-stained depression with candles around the backside. The carving was terrifying. A face that was half-man half-beast protruded from the centre; with tusks and horns and human eyes and a nose and an O-shaped mouth that – once upon a time – trickled water. Outwards from the face was an explosion, and in the explosion floated planets and symbols. So many it was hard to tell what was what.
And it was to before this altar someone hurried.
A High Priestess, who was the last of her kind and in mortal danger. She practiced the old, old ways, and the powers she and her brethren communed with were by far more deadly than all the gods combined. A power far beyond what most could comprehend. This was why she, the High Priestess, was the only one still alive.
She hurried down the steps, a single candle in her hands. Her hair was piled high on her head and draped in a light blue cloth. She was a symbolic chiton of white with a black himation. Her feet were bare. She hurried down the temple along the main pathway. She glanced over her shoulder nervously. The High Priestess came upon the altar and its hideous carving.
Setting the candle down before the altar the High Priestess knelt, hands flat on the floor, and chanted under her breath. Her words came out breathy and airless, and in the language of magic. She chanted quickly and when she stopped, there was nothing but silence. "Forgive me," she breathed, "if I have not answered your call in time. Forgive me."
The High Priestess seemed to be about to say more, but was cut short. There was a blinding explosion of light, momentarily blotting out any sight. When it cleared, there was a swirling vortex of white and black energy in the place of the carved face. In the depression on the altar, there now lay a babe; wrapped in swaddling clothes and sleeping peacefully.
Forgiveness is not needed, said a voice. The voice was neither young nor old, neither male nor female. There was a heavy pause. It has been many eons since I have spoken. It has been many eons since I have been awake. But now . . . things are different. Times are changing. Things have spiralled strangely in the time I slept. I cannot speak long. You are the last of my followers; you have served me with your soul and body. Take the child that sleeps. Take the child, and flee to where I send you. You will know what to do when you arrive. The child must take their destiny in a different time . . . it is too soon . . . go now.
The swirling light dimmed and weakened in speed. The High Priestess raised her head and nodded. The light dimmed and vanished – before a doorway and darkness appeared to the right of the altar. Voices erupted from the hidden staircase and footsteps rang throughout the temple. The High Priestess darted forward and scooped up the sleeping babe.
Clutching the child to her chest the High Priestess stepped towards the doorway of darkness. She hesitated briefly, and Greek soldiers ran through the sacred temple. The saw her, readied their spears and swords, and charged. The High Priestess glanced back fearfully, before holding the child tighter and slipping into the doorway of darkness that vanished as she passed through.
A/N: Well, what do you think? Any good? I really don't care too much for this one. You can say it is rubbish if you wish, I don't mind. So review or fav or alert or whatever to let me know your thoughts. Your feedback makes me even better. That's all, see you in a while!