A Total Eclipse
Author's Note:
Wooo! THE sequel to Fallen Star! Whoop whoop! A special thanks to my dear friend DapperyKlutz this fic will be longer, so you shall enjoy it... longer.
Rising Star Part One:
I was born to a god and sent away as an infant.
This is my story.
The story of how my simple life just happened to get really complicated. Really fast.
I'm not one to enjoy drama. In fact, I despise it. My new friends adore it. In fact my closest friend swims in it everyday almost as much as the baby does in her uterus. But that's a different story. But you just might want to remember her. Artemis? The psycho-preggo lady? Yeah, she has alot to do what happens to me. She's the reason I'm here. With those outrageous hormones, her therapy is singing and the pianist died, bingo! I have a job. I'm the best pianist in the universe. I also write poetry, but that's meant for another time and another place.
I work for the goddess Artemis. She is amazingly beautiful and sweet, but she has some amazingly bad problems. And the hormones aren't helping.
Back to me. Trust me, we will definately get back to her. She's kinda sorta the hinge of the entire story. Minus me and-
Ha. You thought I'd say it. Well, you will just have to wait. Sorry. Patience is a virtue.
Perhaps I should tell you about myself in a non Mary-Sue way.
My name is Lady Alexandria, or as my friends call me, Lexie.
As I mentioned earlier, I am the daughter of a god. I am the daughter of Heonir.
Yes I just said Heonir. As in, one of the three founding fathers of the universe.
This is what happened.
I was born as a beautiful baby with fire-engine red hair. I loved music from the time I was a babe. My father adored silence. (He is the god of it, ya know?)
So I was a pretty loud baby, so bam! Daddy-kins is tired of my loudness and sends me to a peasant family in Asgard. Luckily, I had great parenting and was encouraged in my music. So now I work for the royal court and get to dream my ultimate dream- be a warrior. Sif and crazy-preggo lady are both one.
I really feel for her, 'ya know? She's just about due and the baby daddy is nowhere to be seen. Douche. But that's not my spot to judge. I just concil her and play Mozart for the baby. And thank the heavens that I'm not in her shoes.
Tonight is the ball.
The ball.
And I'm so excited.
Author's Notes:
The first three chapters will be short intros to introduce our three narrators. You've met one, so now it's time to meet the other two!
Thanks for reading. I promise the story will get way better.
Author's Note:
Now it's time to meet out second narrator. The baby daddy himself, Loki!
Bewitched.
This isn't how I planned it to be. I was and still am in love with a goddess. I am bound by curses of my brothers and father. I am to finish what they started. Conquest of the universe. As much as I fight it, I cannot break free.
They write these horrible letters to my beloved. She has probably turned her back from me. I cry everynight. I long to be released from my possesion.
I feel horrible. I raped the woman I loved. Now she is scarred for life. Now she is carrying my- our child and my evil dead family won't let go of it's grip on me.
When she was with me, I was free.
The truth is that she changed me. Some might call it impossible. I call it love.
From the time we were toddlers, we were inseperable. She was the jelly to my peanut butter, the rain to my flowers, and the yin to my yang. We were attached at the hip. I fell for her as a boy.
Even when she left, I loved her. I never stopped.
When I found her about a year ago, I'd had my prayers answered. She changed me.
I don't care what people say, but she did.
And now she's not only worried about having a baby anytime, but worried with the fact I've promised to koll her right after the child's birth.
All I know, is that I must break free of the spell and return to my normal self. And return to my son and my beloved angel.
Author's Notes:
Sorry to all the OCLoki haters. Just don't read. This isn't like the others, so you can read it or not.
Finally, our third narrator, Artemis!
I used to be cold as ice when he first was gone. Then, I thawed out. There's not one day that goes by I don't miss him and regret not being able to change him.
Perhaps now, I will move on.
HA! Not going to happen.
I'm carrying his child. And he wants to kill me.
Just peachy.
Now I am eight months along. For all of you curious people, yes I can fly, but it's very hard.
So everyday I recieve letters from him, discussing several methods he just might kill me.
The day is quickly approaching. He writes. Be prepared for me, love.
He has a sick and twisted kind of love.
"Artemis?" my little piano-player calls to me.
"Yes?" I say.
"It's time," she says, not being able to contain herself. It is, her first major ball. I've been to millions.
I'll be that excited when Loki comes back.
As my Loki.
Not as that monster.
But waitin for him is like waiting for the cows to come home.
And I don't even have cows.
Author note:
Yay! Some almost drabblish stuff to kick us off. Sorry about the whole 45 minute thing. I fell asleep. Haha.
Chapter one will be up soon, guys. Thanks! I hope you enjoy.