July 19, 1997
My Dear Lily,
Of daughters and sons, you iest, most ful, child Gaea has ever known. You hold great tial that, I am to say, I do have. Yet, you carry a that will never let you forg l past. ily, I shall seal this lette e of you. In time of great need, it sh you very moment, I am doing parent should ever do; I am g a part of your soul. In doing this I am saving you from coming to your , but I am also killing you horribly at the same time. I hope ve me someday. Until then, I beg everyth tha ould ke you think about tr ing. You may never see this, but remember that I have always and always will, loved you the usands of children. I can not promise se you that you will do great things. Things, even the s shall be proud of. You have not yet reached you h ave already s han any of your siblings. You may live on th f pure gold as a princess. I do not know, remember the words that will soon become an echo inside your head.
Keep faith always and learn to love. Do that and you will never become far from perfection. Those are my words to you.
Your Loving er,
, God of the
A middle aged man sat on a beach, lovingly stroking a baby's face. He didn't know why, but he felt a deep connection to the tiny child, even though she wasn't his. He said a silent prayer over the little baby of safety. He couldn't bare to let her die even though he didn't know why. An immortal figure of his should never show that much emotion.
She lay in a tiny wooden cradle and a pillow and blanket of silk. She was a pretty little baby. The man tucked the letter he was holding into her blanket. The man's grave face seemed to grow years older as he tenderly picked the basket up with the sleeping child. He wondered if his prayer might not have worked. He walked knee deep into the water and laid the basket on top of the water. It floated, gently rocking the sleeping baby inside.
The man took a deep breath and abandoned the cradle. He walked in completely and didn't emerge, leaving the baby to fend for herself. He floated underwater until he finally in a golden light vanished and reappeared in Olympus.
The skies were starting to become a stormy grey color, and lightning was beginning to strike. The cradle rocked up and down, the baby inside awoke and started crying desperately. Suddenly, the cradle was taken up by the tide and lost, or so it seemed to the man looking down. Taken up in a pit of misery he plunged down from the sky it seemed, wallowing in self disappointment and a whole lot of grief.
In his grief a strange thing happened, his grey hair became golden, his dark eyes a sky blue, and his old wrinkled skin smooth and clear, son of Zeus he was. For he was the god of thieves and travelers, merchants and more, but on that day, he became the god of the tiny child, whose name from the letter, was Lily. He couldn't ever tell how, but he knew somewhere deep, he cherished her and loved and adored her.
Twelve thrones stood in a great room of immense space. Two beings ten feet tall sat upon the impressive thrones of skill and wealth. The great beings sat at the head of the thrones, a woman and a man. The woman was white armed with stunning sapphire eyes and ebony hair coiled in a knot on her head, braided with pure gold threads. She wore a white silk strapless dress of enormous skill and size. A dainty gold crown was on her head and she stroked a peacock that was reclining on the arm of her chair. Ruby lips were pressed into and enormous scowl and she looked gloatingly at the woman in front of her. She was beautiful but acted as if it was not enough, she was vain, but she was a ruler. The man had strong tan and stormy blue eyes. He had strong coal black hair and was muscular. The air crackled around him, brimming with electricity. He stared angry at the man in front of him. He wore a fancy white tuxedo with a sky blue tie. He tensed and the room stopped, the air, time, movement, everything.
"I am ashamed to have you as a-. You disgust me, leave," the man said, hurriedly cutting himself off at his wife's ferocious looks. Then he turned the woman beside him and nodded to her.
The woman kneeling in front of her was pure beauty. She had long platinum blonde hair parted on the side and lovely violet eyes. Rosy cheeks and lips perfected her pretty face and her skin was light and flawless. She was wearing a silky blue Channel dress and Channel No 5 and her hair was layered perfectly. Her purple eyes were clouded with worry, wide and pleading, but the woman whose feet at which she kneeled at paid no heed.
"You disgust me. You have toyed with mortals' hearts. Disgusting, but, not a crime. Now you have played your little games with the gods. I have birthed of child that was not of my own accord. I have given birth to a demigod. My child has been taken away from this world and I will never get him back, nor do I want him.. You have caused me unnecessary pain and grief. You will spend a decade almost on Cythera. I will keep you bound there. If you do this again, you shall go to the island for eternity and the gods shall forget about you. A punishment you well deserve now," said the white armed woman evilly. She grinned wickedly and the woman cried out.
"Please NO!" she cried.
"Oh, don't worry, my husband has decided to provide you with all your jewels and little clothes, only he knows why," said Hera with a pouting and sneering manner. Golden clouds started to wrap around the woman, she struggle but eventually succumbed.
A young woman with platinum blonde hair awoke on a small island. She looked around and suddenly remembered what had taken place, along with the wicked set up. Tears poured from her eyes and she- A wooden cradle? She wondered. She walked over to take a closer look. She lifted a small baby that was beginning to stir from a deep sleep. She gasped and hugged the little child close remembering her favorite lyrics; Love is all you need, by the Beatles. Somewhere deep inside her, she knew the child was going to be the only thing that would last them both another ten years.