Warning: Story includes BoyxBoy, swearing, mentions of abuse, and bear in mind, ratings will be turned up at a later time. Hope you enjoy. Time to go into the plot. I've done a lot of thinking, and I finally know where I want to take this story.


Jonathan sighed sadly and kept his hand comfortingly on his brother's back as he massaged the spot between the boy's shoulders. He could see the lies of pain and aches, etched over his younger brother's face. Those normally joyful and beautiful eyes just seemed to be a mask of endless, darkness, stretching towards a pit unreadable emotion. The boy's body was locked up with a tense and pained fists were curled and seemed to be fighting some kind of urge as every now and then, Charlie would flex them out without offering any explanation as to why this was. No indication as to, if it was echoing pain, anger, sadness.

Just. Nothing.

What had happened before Jonathan had got back?

The older of the two brothers had rushed around every expanse of their house, cleaning large trails and claw marks which had drew blood across the walls. But covering up the smell... the thick smell of iron which had filled the air without any remorse.

The smell, the sight, the feel in the air... it had hurt like a freshly, stabbed wound.

He had a theory... but. It just couldn't be... could it? No. He had to be wrong. It didn't matter if he was right or wrong, it wouldn't effect the way that he looked at his smaller brother. But there was no way or possibility that it could ever be right.

He casually turned his own head back down to his own hand as he examined his and his brother's entwined fingers. Casually examining his own, while studying in depth, Charlie's. He kept a close eye on the way that the boy's nails had absolutely no resemblance to those claw marks before... but something deep down inside of Jonathan, nagged at the back of his head. It was as though he was searching for something, knew exactly where it was... or where it was supposed to be, and he had been completely blocked out.

But something far worse played in his mind... what would they do now that the gods were free to select his brother for a quest... what would they do?

-Far away in England, Kenny's POV-

I curled my knees close to myself as I could feel the cold concrete beneath me. I didn't want to look up. I didn't want to feel anything of the world around me. I didn't want to feel the pain of being isolated any more. I didn't want to feel like I was alone. I didn't want any of it! I wanted everything to make sense! I wanted to wake up and just pretend this was all some long nightmare. I wanted to get away from this stupid little town. I wanted to pretend that everyone and everything in this place could just vanish and never return.

My head came to rest on my knees as my arms wound around them as a almost shield. The darkness hidden behind my eyes were all that I wanted or needed. No more. I just needed it all to stop! It hurt too much to carry on like this!

I had spent the entire day running, only to constantly find that at my heels, no matter how far I ran, I would always have my brother at my heels. I had finally found out what I was...My brother had begun to explain it... but I had just run as possibly far as I could from him. I couldn't listen to it! I just couldn't handle it!

But he didn't try to confront me on it. He couldn't. He knew he had already lost any chance of getting through to me in this state. I didn't think that anyone would be able to. How could they?

After all, what do you tell someone when you find out they're A) that their mother had them just to use as a weapon... and B) they weren't even supposed to be born in the first place!

So I did what I do best.

I ran. Oh god I ran. I ran so far and so fast that I felt my heart almost collapsing with effort. I couldn't run any harder. Roads, streets, parks. After a while they all blurred into one ridiculous and long trip that I couldn't stop even if I wanted to. I had to keep going. If I stopped I would break.

The world around me just seemed lifeless. It had no relevant meaning to me. What real meaning could it actually have any more? It was stupid. I was tired of having no set path. I was tired of painful aching of just living. My chest always hurt for something as though it wasn't there. I couldn't take it any more. By god I had tried to find something in this world that made me live and made me feel like there was an actual point. I drowned myself into my imagination to try and figure out if there was anything worthwhile. But the dark truth was. There wasn't. I could distract myself for a while. Pretend and put on a few smiles. But no one could ever see past it. No one could ever see me screaming behind the mask. They couldn't see me roar in agony of the prison which my mind was. I needed to escape! Why couldn't I just manage to break away! Why couldn't I just turn it all off! Take that one step!

End it...

But I was to cowardly to do that. I couldn't take that final step... If my brother hadn't been there, I wouldn't have been able to take it anyway. I was to cowardly even for the cowards way out. I was too wimpy to escape the cell so all I could do was sit back and take the long journey through it. Every day feeling how nearer I wanted to bring that knife to myself. To take that cold step into the water beneath me. To stop that feeling of lose and agony which never let up.

To stop the shame and hatred I felt for myself as people criticised me through keen smiles.

I hate them. They don't understand.

But we all have limits... and by the time I ran into someone and collapsed on the floor.

I had already reached mine.

I spent what felt like over half an hour running till eventually Honey lost sight of me inside the over growth of trees near the beach, not far from a small expanse clearing off hills. It was my own little piece of heaven here. Whenever I wasn't with my dad, my brother had invited me to come and live with him, to get to know him a bit better... today when we had talked about our mother for the first time... it obviously hadn't gone that well.

We had simply been at loggerheads about the ideal and now here I was trying just for a couple of hours to escape the dark thoughts and ideals in my head for just a little while.

But that's why I had come here.

I smiled as I turned around the clearing, looking at the large crashing waterfall which crashed down into a small and open oasis rock bordered pool. The opening was collared with deep emerald canvases. Rose bushes lining every area with flashes of white and red while pollen floated and danced among the breeze. It was almost impossible for such a beautiful area to exist like this.

A large bear came thundering out of a nearby cave formation of rocks which came from behind the cove of the waterfall. It's paws slammed down onto the cove of rocks at it locked it's dark and angry eyes on me, taking in my skinny form.

It lowered it's head and came over to me, claws extended and digging sharply into the lose set soil. It let out a ragged deep breath as it's chocolate fur shined darkly in the gleaming sunlight which moved through a heavy haze.

I held up my hands carefully as it neared me till it was stood directly in front of me. It's teeth barred as it growled and reared back but I stood still and strong. It took a swipe at the tree next to me so that a cascade of fruits came breaking down from them. An array of apples, a mess of vine grapes and other such. But I rolled my eyes and folded my arms.

The bear came back down to a settle in front of my and knocked me to the floor as it's heavy paw was planted on my chest. It's tongue beginning to skip over my face and I let out a laugh as it tried cleaning the various bits of dirt from my face. "H-Hey! Ease up a bit!" I laughed and couldn't stop giggling.

It only stopped as It grabbed two apples in it's mouth and dropped them in front of me as it nuzzled me over to the lake. "Oh come on, I have been eating!" I objected. The large bear just growled and huffed. Nudging the apples into my hand with it's muzzle and locking my gaze with those deep, dark eyes till I rolled my own and took a bite out of the crimson one. "There." I said between bites. "Happy now?" I grinned and the bear nodded giving another huff before it barked a loud roar to the caves.

Good old Momma bear. She had been looking after me since I had been in a diaper! She had always been looking out for me... always lasting longer and older than any other bear I had ever met... it was strange. I didn't know how long bears usually last for. But honestly, this bear had been fully grown since she had first come across me as a baby crying by the river! Now I was sixteen and she didn't look any different!

But... she was my Momma, and that would never change for as long as I lived.

As she returned she nudged me further against the rocks and I couldn't help but laugh as she just nudged another apple my way. "Okay, Okay, Momma, but I'm not like you." I laughed, receiving a lick to the cheek as I barely managed to wrap my arms softly around her thick neck in a gentle hug. "I'm not meant to be all strong and built like a bear."

She growled and turned her head... I know this will sound weird but I felt like I could understand what she was trying to say to me. 'Eat up. You're way too skinny.' She would seem intent on as she sat back and kept her eyes locked on my thin lean body.

I had been about to take a bite of the apple when suddenly it felt like my hand had been electrocuted. "What the hell!" I exclaimed and turned my head down towards it.

But on the spot I froze.

I had seen some fucked up and weird things before... I mean, I had mostly been brought up by, Snakes, Lions and bears. I had learnt and seen fucked up things... but I was staring down a golden apple. It shined brightly like a drop of the sun but still, where it had touched my fingers, the edges of my skin were smouldering, as though I had just touched an open petrol flame!

'RAWR!'

I half turned my head, but kept my gaze locked the apple, watching it out the corner of my eyes when the bear cubs came bounding out the cave entrance at the call of Momma. "Hey cubbies!" I smiled brightly and all jumped on me, pinning me down and licking my face as they tried to get most fuss off me. The three cubs which I had been with since I had been six. That's when Momma had them. They were like family to me. I loved them with all my heart and they loved me. We were a bear pack... that was a story for another time.

Momma however caught sight of the golden apple and began to let out a broken growl.

The wind swept through the clearing and I understood what she meant instantly.

There was something on the breeze around that thing... Something dark and cold. It smelt, like... sadness and misery. But there was something in the distance which had really picked up her attention as well as my own animal honed instincts. Something which felt as though I should run and hide. I should go into the deepest cave and never come back!

It was overwhelming!

"Momma, take the cubs." I whispered softly and she just let out a growl.
'Yeah right. Like I'm leaving my baby cub out here by himself!'
"Momma!" I snarled and watched as she saw how my body was tensing dangerously.

Something was beginning to drive me crazy! I could hear it! The sound of far distant footsteps coming closer... not just one aura but three. Three separate strong auras. Each made up of it's own allure which was deviously painful. My animal instincts were screaming out louder and louder, as each second passed.

She let out a gruff pant but turned away and began to head back into the tunnel of caves with the cubs who were growling quietly at her. I could tell they were no happy about me staying out here than she was. But-

"Aw, that's so adorable."
"Is that what you'd call it?"
"They're family."

I turned looking around the clearing, trying to find some distinguish between the three voices which had just flew around me. All whispering like soft mist, rolling in from the valleys. "What the hell is going on." I reached down and used the edges of my nails to pick up the apple instead of allowing the skin of my hands to touch it this time. I could see the way it caught the light and shined beautifully.
"He still doesn't know." A voice sternly stated.

I turned quickly and came to sight with a girl sat against the tree. Her posture was perfect and her hair fell in a straight and impeccable standard down her back. Her dress was a curve of white silk which moved down her thin figure. A hand resting on her side as her arms and coco tanned skin was adorned with bright bands of gold and rows of jewels. Emeralds, rubies, diamonds. She was the picture of wealth! Like one of those spoiled brats you would see on those egotistic documentary shows. "Interesting." She said, turning those stern eyes on me as she stood and let the trail of her dress stand up behind her like the tails of a peacock... for a second it almost seemed as though they were real giant feathers... but no peacocks feathers could ever be that big...right? "He still has no idea, yet his nature pushes him towards the animals." She noted. "But still boy, chose me."
"Oh, such a brave approach, that is the wise decision isn't it? Charm him by insulting him? How wise Hera."
"As though you can really make him choose something better Athena!" The girl said back, as though she was talking to a small child.

The girl who must have been Athena, walked into the arena slowly and carefully. Unlike the other woman, she wore a marble grey silk blouse and jeans. Her thick inky dark hair was a fall of curls which moved over one side of her face and across her shoulders. Her eyes were like two violent grey storm clouds which looked at me as though she was figuring out how to destroy me while what almost seemed like a hundred other different calculations! She was smart this one. There was no mistake. "Come, chose me, would you let yourself be insulted by her?"
"You two, really did you not learn this lesson over two thousand years ago?"

The other two girls turned towards the edge of a clearing as the last voice which had spoken first began to come towards me. Her blond hair was a movement which highlighted her blood red lips and perfectly made up face. A matching red dress cut back from her warm toned legs and trailed out behind her and her pointed heels. She was really beautiful. One of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. Her eyes never seemed to set on one colour. Fresh roses and petals were in the beautiful curls which moved down to her waist. Her teeth were pearly and bright. "Hello Kenny." She sad softly. "Chose me. Just like you did all that time ago." She said softly, giving me a smile that would bewitch most boys into falling for her...
"Barking up the wrong tree love." I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.
"I know. But I wasn't smiling at you for that reason." Her eyes flashed knowingly as she looked me over like some character in her favourite book come
"Enough of this." The first woman stated. "Let us all explain to him, why he should chose us. Then let him decide."
"That seems wise."
"What would be right would to be to explain to 'the boy' what the fuck is going on!" I glared.

The last girl looked at me with a fondness and another bright smile. "History is merely repeating itself. You will chose, which of us is the best and fairest." She reached out her hand and took the golden apple from me. I noticed how it didn't hurt her like it hurt me. "You will chose between the three of us. Aphrodite." She nodded her own head slightly.
"Athena." The grey eyed woman said, straightening her powerful pose, still looking me over with those calculating eyes.
"Hera." The first woman stated, flourishing her peacock tail dress.

Hera was the first to come up to me while my jaw was still somewhat halfway off the ground. Hera... Aphrodite... Athena... no. Who the hell is messing with me right now? I kept glancing around the clearing, trying to figure out what the hell was really going on. "Chose Hera." She said softly, putting a motherly arm around me. "I can give you power. Money is power." She whispered softly. Her words echoing around my head. Filling me from head to toe as she lazily lifted one arm to show the emerald studded sleeve which rested above her graceful skin. "Chose me and I will make you the wealthiest person alive, you will own companies and for the rest of your mortal life bathe in riches." She gave her startling smile. "Think about it boy."

As she took a step back, Athena slowly curling a arm around my shoulder and turning me so my back was too them, not allowing me to be tainted by the faces that Hera pulled as Athena grinned. "Chose me. Chose Athena as the fairest and I will give you wisdom. Wisdom to fight of your family, I will give you true knowledge over your mother, I will give you the knowledge to find her and beat her forever. To make her suffer." Athena's words hit my core. My eyes widening. "Chose Athena, and I promise, I will show you how to be the wisest and mightiest of warriors to strike her forever into darkness." Her fingers trailed along my shoulder till both her hands gripped them sharply. "Be wise young one... but I know you will."

As she took a step back, Aphrodite took casual soft steps forward. Ignoring the barge of Athena who elbowed her, but still Aphrodite kept perfect balance, maintaining perfect elegance as she gently kissed the golden apple and knelt down to my height, looking into my eyes and tilting her head so the curtain of her brown hair swept the scent of flowers over me. "My young champion." Her hand reached out and cupped my cheek. "My Paris by another name." She whispered softly and suddenly both the eyes of the other two ladies' blazed... and I mean, blazed. They glowed viciously and with rage. Up until that point in my life, I had fucked up and weird things happen... but actually being visited by three goddesses of what I had thought was mythology? "I know what you long for most boy." She whispered softly. Keeping her hand motherly on my cheek and smiling that dazzling smile. "Chose Aphrodite and I will give you one thing you have always longed for. I will give you love."

I looked down into the golden apple and slowly saw the sad face of a boy coming into view. It was strange... but then again, not as strange as having three goddesses from what I had thought been mythology come to visit and make me chose who I thought was the fairest! But the boy I saw in the apple? By the gods (if there were more than really just these three Greek ones out there), I didn't know what to say!

The boy had a soft mix of blonde and black hair which was a complete even mix. His skin was lightly tanned and his body was... perfect! His eyes were a deep emerald jewel and were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my entire life. However, the sadness that they wore was painful to look at. How could something so amazing and beautiful be that sad... those eyes. Those pained eyes, they were lonely and full of exhaustion. I wanted to just reach out and take hold of him. To care for him. My heart ached blindly... "Even after all this time." Aphrodite softly laughed as she watched my hypnotised gaze. "Chose me and I will bring him to you. You will love him as he will love you."

However she did not speak of the consequences which would follow her as she would enjoy her new 'ship' of mortals.

"I chose Aphrodite." I said and the other two glared foully at me as though I had paid them the worst insult.
"Weakling." Hera murmured.
"Most unwise!" Spat Athena.
"After all this time, still you haven't changed my champion." She whispered and placed a kiss on my forehead. "I will watch over you. But you must journey to Paris. Tell your brother Honey, that you have made the choice." She smiled, tracing her fingers through my hair. "I will watch over you. I will now, just as I did then." She wove some flowers into my hair before taking a few steps back. "Take your journey my champion. Do not be disheartened by what is to come. Stay strong and love will always prevail."

While she held the golden apple she admired her own reflection in it. Grinning to the other two before twirling on the spot and disappearing in a haze of mist as she walked away.

I stared blankly at the surroundings as I tried to let what had just happened in the last five minutes sink in.

"What...The...fuck?" I whispered.