Disclaimer: Hi again! How are you all today? I'm just here to tell you that
Pam doesn't own THW characters, and she is not making any money from this!
*whispers* Seriously though, I'm the only good part of the story, why would
anyone pay to read the rest?!
A/N: Hey! I'm right here! I can HEAR you Mr. Disclaimer! Anyway sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes, I tried not to have any!
Chap 8:
BACKGROUND INFO: Just for anyone who doesn't know, SATYRS were goat like creatures in mythology. They had a puck nose, horns, bristly hair, and a goat's ears, tail and often hooves. They were the wild spirits of the forest and loved to frolic in the forest, chase Nymphs and play mischievous tricks on Men. Hehehe.
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Roxton sat at the top of one of the tall, lush trees, his shirt, vest and pack forgotten on the jungle floor. He was peering out across the forest looking for some sort of signs of civilization - or Marguerite - when he saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He heard the rustling of leaves and cocked his rifle in the direction of the noise. Roxton got a glimpse of hooves and horns and immediately relaxed; it was just some sort of wild goat, not anything to worry about. He was getting ready to climb down from the tree when it suddenly shook violently. As a flurry of leaves encircled him, Roxton struggled to keep his hold on the tree. When the tree stopped shaking he looked around uneasily and watched as about twenty or so goat-like, yet man-like creatures approached him. One of them was carrying his pack and another was wearing his now-ripped shirt. The Satyrs (for that is what the creatures where) gave gruff laughs of delight at the petrified look on Roxton's face and then proceeded to head-butt the tree with their horns in an endeavor to knock it down.
"Ahhhhh!" Roxton cried. "Stop it! Stop that!!" But the Satyrs simply continued to head butt the tree and dance around it, sniggering with delight. "Alright little chaps, you asked for it." Roxton muttered as he gripped the tree with one hand and raised his rifle with the other, he fired a shot into the midst of the creatures. They shrieked with terror and scattered away at the loud noise.
He scrutinized the area to make sure they were really gone, and while he was peering into the woodland he spotted something. It seemed to be a cave encircled in plant life. Once he had climbed down the tree he brushed himself of and readied his rifle. Shirtless, pack less, a little worse for wear Roxton headed determinedly towards his new destination.
An hour and a very pi.err annoyed Roxton later, Roxton finally came to the side of the cave. "At least I'll have some shelter for a while." Roxon murmured gratefully, glaring up at the afternoon sun whose heat was bearing down upon him.
He was just about to peer inside the cave when he heard a female voice call out, "Roxton!"
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Marguerite walked into a lavishly decorated room which had (surprise, surprise) white walls and furniture. She turned around to put a question to Calliope but to Marguerite's surprise the servant girl had gone.
"Welcome my child." Said a deep, melodic voice to her right. Marguerite jumped in shock and spun around to face the owner of the voice. Her eyes went wide as she looked upon a tall woman dressed in a flowing gown of silver, with blossoms ornamenting her golden hair. The slender woman had a holy appearance about her, it was as if all the light in the room was attracted to her and hovered around her silhouette. "I am the Goddess Ceres," she said kindly. "You have come through the." Ceres was interrupted by a loud booming of thunder, which was extremely out of place in the sunny, silent day. All the lady's attention was distracted from Marguerite as she roared at the cause of disturbance, "Leave my Lands Pluto! I will not give you my daughter; you do not have enough power here to take her." The only response the lady got was another loud boom which shook the white palace. "Wait here my daughter, I will return and we shall speak." Ceres told Marguerite kindly. Marguerite just stood there trying to wrap her mind around the ongoing events. She didn't even notice the deity leaving the room. All of a sudden she heard another boom of thunder. No, not thunder Marguerite realized, but a great, rumbling voice.
"My daughter?" The roaring voice repeated. "Persephone, are you there?" Before Ceres could stop him, Pluto stomped into the white room where Marguerite stood stunned. Just by looking upon the God she could see his infinite power. He was enormous and though humanoid he looked like a giant storm-cloud. Where the light had appeared attracted to Ceres, it fled from Pluto, but he looked no less Heavenly than the Goddess.
Pluto's Face fell when he saw Marguerite, but he could not help but notice that she was as much a stunning beauty as Persephone. Ceres came forward, giving up on verbal objection; she raised her hands and murmured softly. Vines began to work their way up Pluto's legs, binding him, but he payed no attention to them for he was pondering over the mortal lady that stood before him. She shook slightly under his scrutiny but forced a blasé scowl onto her face. He gave an amused look and whispered to himself, "This one is not just a beauty, she has strength of mind."
Making up his mind, Pluto tore the vines away from his celestial body and silently called to him his ghostly chariot. "I will leave you now Ceres," he spat. As a chariot drawn by four phantom horses emerged from the earth he snatched up Marguerite, who screamed in outrage. He leaped into his wagon with her. "If you will not give me Persephone then I will take this lovely mortal to the Underworld to be my queen." He boomed.
Ceres eyes widened and she shrieked, "You cannot!" But Pluto was quickly fading from site, taking the struggling Marguerite with him.
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I know they're short but see how quick this chapter came! Lol! I won't make you wait again ;) Ideas and flames are appreciated so please review ;)
A/N: Hey! I'm right here! I can HEAR you Mr. Disclaimer! Anyway sorry for grammar/spelling mistakes, I tried not to have any!
Chap 8:
BACKGROUND INFO: Just for anyone who doesn't know, SATYRS were goat like creatures in mythology. They had a puck nose, horns, bristly hair, and a goat's ears, tail and often hooves. They were the wild spirits of the forest and loved to frolic in the forest, chase Nymphs and play mischievous tricks on Men. Hehehe.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Roxton sat at the top of one of the tall, lush trees, his shirt, vest and pack forgotten on the jungle floor. He was peering out across the forest looking for some sort of signs of civilization - or Marguerite - when he saw a flash of movement out of the corner of his eye. He heard the rustling of leaves and cocked his rifle in the direction of the noise. Roxton got a glimpse of hooves and horns and immediately relaxed; it was just some sort of wild goat, not anything to worry about. He was getting ready to climb down from the tree when it suddenly shook violently. As a flurry of leaves encircled him, Roxton struggled to keep his hold on the tree. When the tree stopped shaking he looked around uneasily and watched as about twenty or so goat-like, yet man-like creatures approached him. One of them was carrying his pack and another was wearing his now-ripped shirt. The Satyrs (for that is what the creatures where) gave gruff laughs of delight at the petrified look on Roxton's face and then proceeded to head-butt the tree with their horns in an endeavor to knock it down.
"Ahhhhh!" Roxton cried. "Stop it! Stop that!!" But the Satyrs simply continued to head butt the tree and dance around it, sniggering with delight. "Alright little chaps, you asked for it." Roxton muttered as he gripped the tree with one hand and raised his rifle with the other, he fired a shot into the midst of the creatures. They shrieked with terror and scattered away at the loud noise.
He scrutinized the area to make sure they were really gone, and while he was peering into the woodland he spotted something. It seemed to be a cave encircled in plant life. Once he had climbed down the tree he brushed himself of and readied his rifle. Shirtless, pack less, a little worse for wear Roxton headed determinedly towards his new destination.
An hour and a very pi.err annoyed Roxton later, Roxton finally came to the side of the cave. "At least I'll have some shelter for a while." Roxon murmured gratefully, glaring up at the afternoon sun whose heat was bearing down upon him.
He was just about to peer inside the cave when he heard a female voice call out, "Roxton!"
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Marguerite walked into a lavishly decorated room which had (surprise, surprise) white walls and furniture. She turned around to put a question to Calliope but to Marguerite's surprise the servant girl had gone.
"Welcome my child." Said a deep, melodic voice to her right. Marguerite jumped in shock and spun around to face the owner of the voice. Her eyes went wide as she looked upon a tall woman dressed in a flowing gown of silver, with blossoms ornamenting her golden hair. The slender woman had a holy appearance about her, it was as if all the light in the room was attracted to her and hovered around her silhouette. "I am the Goddess Ceres," she said kindly. "You have come through the." Ceres was interrupted by a loud booming of thunder, which was extremely out of place in the sunny, silent day. All the lady's attention was distracted from Marguerite as she roared at the cause of disturbance, "Leave my Lands Pluto! I will not give you my daughter; you do not have enough power here to take her." The only response the lady got was another loud boom which shook the white palace. "Wait here my daughter, I will return and we shall speak." Ceres told Marguerite kindly. Marguerite just stood there trying to wrap her mind around the ongoing events. She didn't even notice the deity leaving the room. All of a sudden she heard another boom of thunder. No, not thunder Marguerite realized, but a great, rumbling voice.
"My daughter?" The roaring voice repeated. "Persephone, are you there?" Before Ceres could stop him, Pluto stomped into the white room where Marguerite stood stunned. Just by looking upon the God she could see his infinite power. He was enormous and though humanoid he looked like a giant storm-cloud. Where the light had appeared attracted to Ceres, it fled from Pluto, but he looked no less Heavenly than the Goddess.
Pluto's Face fell when he saw Marguerite, but he could not help but notice that she was as much a stunning beauty as Persephone. Ceres came forward, giving up on verbal objection; she raised her hands and murmured softly. Vines began to work their way up Pluto's legs, binding him, but he payed no attention to them for he was pondering over the mortal lady that stood before him. She shook slightly under his scrutiny but forced a blasé scowl onto her face. He gave an amused look and whispered to himself, "This one is not just a beauty, she has strength of mind."
Making up his mind, Pluto tore the vines away from his celestial body and silently called to him his ghostly chariot. "I will leave you now Ceres," he spat. As a chariot drawn by four phantom horses emerged from the earth he snatched up Marguerite, who screamed in outrage. He leaped into his wagon with her. "If you will not give me Persephone then I will take this lovely mortal to the Underworld to be my queen." He boomed.
Ceres eyes widened and she shrieked, "You cannot!" But Pluto was quickly fading from site, taking the struggling Marguerite with him.
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I know they're short but see how quick this chapter came! Lol! I won't make you wait again ;) Ideas and flames are appreciated so please review ;)