Hey peeps!
I'm back from the hell called exams! Yay! Also, huge, huge thank you for all of you that have favorited\followed this story as well. Merry Christmas!
Disclaimer: Slight mentions of abuse. Everything's Uncle Rick's, except my OC's.
~Rose. (Yes, I changed my username. I personally like this one better.)
"Sofia….." Mae said, cupping my cheek in her hands.
I had told her everything, about how I had started to form suspicions, then how she had unknowingly confirmed them, how she had gone to the park to practice her powers, how she had met Daphne, and then how she met Papa and Triton.
"Mi hijita you are too smart hmm? I'm so proud of you." She said, pulling my eight year-old self into her lap and hugging me tightly. I practically melted against my wonderful Mae, just sitting there, comforted by each other.
"Mama?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes amor?"
"Will…..will Smelly Gabe be gone now?" I asked, hoping that she would kick him out and he would never again get to hit her, or-or take his knife and draw on her sometimes or. . . . . or shut her in the small and dark closet, bleeding and crying. She shuddered in her mother's arms, not understanding why she would marry such a man?! She thought slightly hysterical.
Her face darkened, as she felt me shudder.
"Of course mi hijita. Tell me what did he do?" Mae asked, forcing me to look at her eyes that seemed to tug the truth out of my conscience. But. . . .I still remembered Gabe's threats. . . .how he would swear he would hunt her down. She shook her head.
"It's alright. He will never ever even get to see you. I'll keep him away and you safe mi hijita. Que Pasa amor?"
I looked at her wide eyed, searching for any lies in her statement. She softly caressed my hair, making me feel safe and loved. I looked around Mae, just to be sure. A few tears glistened in my eyes as I took a deep breath and told Mama everything.
Hysterical and heart-breaking sobs ripped themselves from my throat as I confessed every. Single. Thing Gabe had done to me.
When I finished, Mae was holding me tightly and apologizing again and again. Saying that she was sorry that she ever married the man, that she ever left her alone with him. My sobs continued, as I felt Mae's tears as well.
After a while, exhausted from the emotional drain of the day, meeting her brother and father, telling mae everything, I fell asleep on Mama, my head rested trustingly on the little niche between her collarbone and shoulder.
After a few hours, I felt her pick me up and place me in my bed, keeping a soft kiss on my forehead as she left. I slipped into Morpheus's realm to have a dreamless sleep.
Sally walked toward the midnight ocean, guilt filling her very being.
What had she done to her little girl?!
How foolish she had been, thinking that if she let Gabe have his way with her, her hermosa hijita would be spared?! The sorrow and remorse tore at her heart, slashing it to pieces. Silent tears streamed down her face, her eyes shone with regret and guilt.
Sofia was her everything. She was the only thing she lived for, her bright, sassy, funny, understanding, calm, tempered, strong, little warrior at heart. She loved her child with all her heart, how her eyes reflected how the sea looked like at that moment, how her heart-shaped face would adorably pout. Her daughter was truly like the sea, beautiful and strong, intense and infinitely gentle, always full of inner energy and resolve.
Sally sat down on the soft sand of the beach, letting the sea wash her legs continuously, as she wallowed in her guilt-stricken and at the same time full of love, thoughts until dawn.
She couldn't help but wonder, if her daughter would flourish better than ever now that she was free.
/
Poseidon's thoughts were million miles away, mostly about his wonderful daughter.
It was a particularly boring council session, Zeus was thundering about how great he was, Athena was screaming bloody murder at him, Artemis was shooting at Apollo and Hermes, Demeter was blabbering about cereal, Ares and Hephaestus were glaring, Aphrodite was putting on makeup and so on . . . . . .
Until. . . .
Apollo suddenly straightened up, eyes wide.
"Apollo?" Artemis asked, concerned.
Green smoke began billowing from his mouth and surrounded him. His eyes glowed green as well and he spoke in a raspy voice that sent shivers down their spines.
The Sun descends from divinity
To the demigodly.
Three years is the time
To aid the Sea's daughter
In her acts of valour
And adventures.
My mind was running a million miles a second. My daughter?! With Apollo!? And her acts of valour? Does that mean she will become a hero? Or the one of the Great Prophecy? Apollo collapsed after delivering the prophecy, which was of great importance because the most important and decisive prophecies are delivered by him. Hermes quickly caught him and woke him up.
"Wh-what happened?" He asked, clearly confused.
Athena told him of the prophecy and his eyes darkened considerably.
"Uncle Poseidon?" He called, which shocked everyone since they had never heard him so serious.
"Yes?"
"I believe you have something to tell us." He said, looking me straight in the eye, his eyes promising the safety of my lovely child. Nodding grudgingly, I informed them of my child. I might have described her with too much love and affection, because Aphrodite had squealed and all the goddesses had cooed softly.
Meh.
Apollo was shocked, then scared, then finally determined when he heard what he had prophesied. On the outside, he kept a stoic mask which certainly alarmed his sister and the Olympians as well.
He wasn't the good-for-nothing childish, selfish, and arrogant god he often displayed, but he was like the sun. Unrelenting in it's harsh heat, sometimes lazily floating across the sky, helping the humans survive and flourish. Only Hermes knew this side of him, as he was closer to him than to his twin sister, who had been consumed by her hatred for men so much, that she insulted and hurt him, her own twin. She had become so sexist and blinded that it tore at his heart when she even banned him from visiting her, hissed and snarled when he conversed with her, shot arrows at him and his best friend, it brought tears into his eyes. He tried to reconcile with her so many times. . . . .
Jerking himself out of those agonizing thoughts, he turned his attention to his Uncle Poseidon, someone he always admired, and asked him about his daughter.
The way his Uncle spoke about her, it was clear she had ensnared his heart. Eons ago, a single vision of a beautiful young woman with eyes that reflected the ocean, hair as dark as night, beckoning him toward her. When he ran forwards, she would only drift away, whispering that she loved him. He didn't know why he had thought about this now, but his mind was strange sometimes, as Hermes would say.
As the meeting came to an end, he walked briskly toward his palace, stating without talking that he was neither a coward, nor that anyone should approach him. Artemis reached out to him, but he ignored her, as his heart did not need to shatter anymore. She scowled in annoyance, and left him.
Just as all he loved did.
Hermes looked at him, almost as if reading his mind, he accompanied Apollo, stating, just like him ,that he would not leave anytime soon.
Sooooo the plot has started!
I was thinking about this a long time, and finally decided to add it. You might ask why it's not in the summary, because Apollo will only come in the next book, as this one is all about her childhood. I wanted to make a victimized Apollo mostly because I haven't found any stories like that, and it fits my story better.
Tell me what you think, please, please review. Also, I will be updating every Friday from now.
~Rose.