I remembered running through the dark corridors of my father's palace when I was young, around the ages five and seven. They where mostly bare, but I still felt a slight thrill in the cold marble slapping against my feet. Sometimes I would even twirl, pretending to leap with satyrs, which where horrible creatures that seduced women with lovely pipe music. A silly childhood fantasy of mine was to meet at least one.

It was on the day before my eighth birthday that I was jumping down a hall, twirling rhythmically to music playing wildly in my head. It was I closed my eyes to feel the true power of the dance that I slammed into cold marble.

"My daughter, you must pay better attention to your surroundings." I stared dumb fronted at the shadowy figure towering over me. I had only seen my father on rare occasion; such as when I wondered into a wrong chamber or when he went into the nursery to confront one of his boys; on of my brothers. He hardly glanced in my direction, let alone talk to me.

"Apologizes, my lord." I would of prefer to rest on the marble from my dancing, but something terrifying about his presence made me stand and curtsy.

"Where have you learned to dance like that?" I batted my long eyelashes and looked down with embarrassment.

"I…I taught myself." He nodded and started walking down the hall again, and I started swaying my gown to a tune in my head, but a sudden force made me stop. "My lord?" He turned to face me.

"What is it child?"

"Will I see you soon?" Hades looked thoughtful, then looked hard into my black eyes that mirrored his.

"Of course, for you are my daughter Antalent." He whirled into a room and I walked slowly down the corridor.

That was the first time that I noticed a difference in between me in my brothers. My father visits them more often to me, and heads to their every need. For instance, Jordo, my twin, wanted a bronze dagger, and it appeared wrapped in silver the net morning. I sudden thought seized my head.

"Jordo!" I burst through the doors of my brother's nursery. A small boy with black hair whipped around, and gold dagger glittering in the light of the lamps. A much bigger boy leaned against a spear in the corner of the room, watching me curiously.

"What is it, little sister?" gregarious rested his spear against the wall and took a step towards me. I ignored this and turned the Jordo.

"Have you decided what you wanted tomorrow?" He heaved a sigh and threw his hands up in the air, almost sending the knife flying.

"No! I desperately want a spear, but I also long for a silver sword." I had

listened to conversations about battle weapons from behind thin walls, so I knew plenty about them.

"My brother, I have a solution." I rested a hand on his scrawny shoulder. "Wish for the spear; and I will wish for the sword. Then I shall give the sword to you." Jordo nodded, as if to consider the plan. Gregorious held a suspicious glare with me, though.

"And what of your gift, Antalent? Do you really wish to give it up?"

"Can't a sister sacrifice something for her brother?" the boys seemed satisfied and Jordo agreed. They went back to playing their silly war games; while I slipped into the hallway and made my way to my own nursery. My maid was waiting, and impatient.

"'Bout time you got here. Come on, we don't have all day." I let her undress me, and dismissed her from my room. Before crawling under the plush red covers of my bed, I smiled at myself in the mirror; for Jordo was in for a surprise.