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I'm really overjoyed now that our exams are over. I could update more frequently yay! All that is left is our thesis defense but I'm taking the time to write to relieve post exam stress hahaha! I have doubts whether this chapter is good for I have little knowledge of Dionysius. Oh well, I only hope that you guys would enjoy this chapter after the long wait. I can't thank everyone enough for the support this story has garnered. Thank you guys so much for all the suggestions and compliments that added to my motivation to continue ^_^

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P.S. - The bracelets I'm referring to are like the ones you can see in the wrists of the Egyptians. I really don't know what they're called x(

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FluffyClutchie


"Golden Bracelets"


Determined and with their minds united in one objective, the Olympians flew back to the dining hall to complete Hera's orb. The young deities in the hall shifted their scattered attention to the great children of Cronus as they came to harvest another piece of the puzzle.

The eyes of Zeus quickly meandered through his children as time was ticking. It was not yet Athena's time or Hermes'. He felt relief when he laid his eyes on Dionysius and instantly found his glimmering light calling to him.

"Ah my son, to whom I share my craziest follies. Come here, Dionysius!" Zeus merrily beckoned to the young god and he impassively stood up to approach them. He had been eerily silent ever since Ares rebuked him at breakfast, particularly after his older brother had called him "ignorant". Even Athena thought of it as peculiar as he was always in a pleasant disposition but chose to remain silent over the matter.

"I have been pondering, Father." Dionysius spoke in a low tone and Zeus immediately knew that the matter was serious. His merry son is rarely meditative in the public eye and for him to show it now creates a mass impact.

"Go on, Dionysius." Zeus replied with matched sincerity.

"For you to call me, signifies that you will retrieve my piece of mother like the prior ones. I do not wish it to be in private like the rest of my siblings. It is time for me to cease in feigning ignorance for it is mother that we are talking about. I will save you the time and reveal my piece here and now." Dionysus ardently expressed much to the amazement of all his kin. It was a first for all the young councillors of the pantheon to witness this side of Dionysius and their interests were highly piqued. Their brother who had always been a happy-go-lucky god was deadly serious for the first time in their eyes.

Zeus saw the lights of Dionysius vanished into his golden bracelets with short stout chains protruding from its sides. He had never given much thought about why he wore those heavy seeming chained bracelets and even more why Hera had given her stepson such a gift.

"I am not ignorant. Call me slothful or good-for-nothing but never the one thing I am not." Dionysius coldly voiced out while striking a vehement glare towards Ares who looked at him the same.

"Do not fight in my presence." Zeus immediately warned as he saw their deathly stares against each other. His sons really took up from him and he internally sighed.

"I am the God of Frenzy and everyone has knowledge of that. That is unfortunately because of my tendency to go an uncontrollable berserk in pursuit of what I obsess about. Surely as a child I was easy to restrain yet now that I am an adult, it is hard to suppress my urges.

That is why I chose to remain in what other see as a passive state of ignorance. I fear that I indulge myself in my curiosity; the frenzied beast inside me will tear anyone and anything that I will view as a hindrance. I have no control over myself once the monster in my surfaces.

As an aversion, I engaged myself into thinking positively and keeping me happily amused. After all, the beast disappears whenever I am merry and relaxed. The wine I have created also aids in letting me forget all of my burdens, even if it was just temporary.

For my entire life, I had live that way. I lived in the illusion of false happiness.

I had to keep it that way for the beast inside me might hurt the people I love the most.

It used to be that way until the day I discovered that the queen had slain my true mother. "

"Dionysius aimlessly wandered in search of Hera when he had learned from a nymph he slept with that Hera was the one who murdered his true mother.

As a child, Dionysius had always wanted to meet his mother that Zeus claims to be a mortal. Zeus made him understand that it was why she could not be with them in Olympus but he had always longed to see her. He would spend hours wondering what she is like for Zeus had not given her description. Would she be as prim and strict like his stepmother, Hera or would she be gentler in nature? Is she a queen on earth like his motherly queen in Olympus? The young Dionysius could only guess for Zeus would always evade the subject. It was like his father does not want him to know his true mother and it made him search for her the most.

When he learned that the reason for that was because she was dead, anger consumed him completely. He was deprived of the chance to meet his mother and worse, the woman whom he had respected to be his mother was the one who killed her. Hatred seethed from him and the only thing he could think of was vengeance. He had never felt so betrayed in his entire life and without even knowing it, he was already rampaging in his search.

His heart wept for the mother he lost. He felt that he had lost the chance to feel the warmth of a true mother's love. It made him jealous of his other siblings who had met their mothers. It maddened him completely.

Night fell and he had found her resting underneath the shade of a willow tree in Samoa. Unbeknownst to him, Hera was actually waiting for him for she knew that he had learned the secret she kept from him. From Dionysius' point of view, it would seem that Hera was sleeping but she was merely meditating.

"HERA!" Dionysus roared from the darkness. He did not even bother to address her properly for he had lost respect. The queen opened her eyes to meet the pair of glaring red eyes a few meters away from her. She had truly wanted to tell him the truth but she feared that might not understand why she does things. Hera feared that Dionysius might be alienated from her and so, she did her best to keep it a secret from him. It was a fool's decision for what everything that sinks resurfaces in their right time.

"Son." Hera gently replied as she stood up. Dionysius angrily lunged at her and pinned her shoulders against the ancient tree. Hera offered no resistance as she knew that he was confused. His eyes were enough for her to tell that he had lost control of himself in the midst of all the hate he harbours towards her.

"I have always loved you and considered you as my mother all these years! Why, Hera? Why did you kill my mother!?" Dionysius agonizingly screamed as tears flowed from his eyes. His gripped tightened around his shoulders which made Hera's eye twitch in pain but she kept her strong composure.

"Forgive me, son. I had to do it." Hera conveyed with regret and the grip of Dionysus tightened. He had already crushed Hera's shoulders but Hera remained resilient. She willingly welcomed his hatred for it was natural. She could always recover physically but the hurt inside the heart of her son is incomparable.

"She was a mortal, you were a goddess! You should have known better!" Dionysius retorted and he motioned to land a fist on Hera in a fit of rage.

"I had to do it for she wished to abort you." Hera swiftly revealed which made Dionysius miss and his punch landed on tree right beside his Hera's cheek that it smashed her dangling earing. He released Hera's shoulders and was taken aback by what Hera had just said.

"She feared my wrath and to escape from it, she wanted to erase the very evidence of her impious act with my husband. That was you, Dionysius. You were a mortal in your mother's womb and I could not bear that an innocent infant will die because of me." Hera explained benevolently and Dionysius fell to his knees. He was slowly regaining his senses as everything was finally becoming clear. He looked at his hands and his palms were bleeding because of his nails that dug deep when he clenched his fists. He lifted his face to see his mother standing in front of him with her shoulders heavily bruised. He did not know where to start in expressing his regret. He had let anger get the better of him and for that reason, he became savage and injured the mother who had always loved him.

"I. . . I. . . I!" Dionysius blurted out as he tried to formulate an apology for the damage he had caused but he was halted when Hera instantly embraced him in her loving arms.

"I know and I understand. " Hera gently reassured him and tears cascaded like a waterfall from his weary eyes.

"I have never wanted to hurt you. I-I just wished to know the truth. I never meant for any of this. I had immediately jumped into my suspicions. Forgive me, mother. Please, forgive me." Dionysius cried out as he clung to Hera's arms. Hera gently broke their embrace and met her son in the eyes.

She held both of his hands and bestowed a golden chained bracelet for each hand.

"It was unfortunate that you had inherited your father's curse. You must have endured so much and I had never been as patient as I should have. Here is a gift for you, my dearest son. It will be able to help you control your emotions and quell negative feelings. I have been meaning to give this to you but it was quite difficult to make.

I have already forgiven you from the start. Go son, and find true happiness." Hera told him which changed his life forever.

Dionysius took a deep breath to recover from reminiscing.

"I sought her in rage and I even inflicted an injury upon her when I saw her. I truly regretted that I did for she revealed a truth I have never expected. She was forced to kill my true mother for she wished to kill me in her womb.

Even after the damage I had done, she still found it in her heart to forgive me. She blessed me with these bracelets that could subdue my tendencies to be blinded by anger. It gave me the freedom to contemplate and to be fond of something without destroying it with my obsession. I was able to be truly happy. I owe my life to the queen from the very start. That is something I can never disregard." Dionysius heartily imparted and he felt a huge weight lifted off from his chest.

His golden bracelets brightened and its chains disappeared to form the piece of the orb.