Ganymede never wanted to be taken by the Gods, but that's what happened to him. Now he must pay the price of his father's disobedience. Only now he's finding out how far down the rabbit hole goes…and he has to figure himself out before the time comes to make his choice.

-How many types of love can there be?

Disclaimers-I don't own Greek mythology or little Gany (ah…if only) and I promises I'm not making money from this and will deliver Gany &co back to Greek mythology the moment I'm done with them. –Kai.

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   Take me never –By Kaikeyi.

 "Ganymead, you know that this is your duty. You must do this." The kinds soft amber eyes looked upon his favourite son. Surely the boy didn't believe he wanted to give him to Zeus?  But the boy would not meet his gaze. Not now, not ever.

'Your selling me to save your own worthless hide!' The youth felt like screaming. But he knew it wasn't that simple. And he couldn't blame his father for this. Not really.

 His sentence was read anyhow. He was to leave tonight.

 Ganymead had achieved much in his twenty years. He was known throughout many kingdoms as being brave, intelligent, spirited, and of course handsome.  He was revered for his fates of strength and loyalty and had fought many battles alongside his father, yet somehow none of that was important just now.

 He wasn't able to defeat this. He was destined to lose.

Nothing he had accomplished so far meant anything anymore, if he wasn't able to save himself from this abduction.

 An image came to the Gan slowly, almost as though he were slipping from reality into a dream…

…On the battlefield. Hundreds of men bellowing in rage, pain, hatred and torture all around them. Lying at each other, blind to all but the kill. The sound of roaring battle cries was echoes by the clash of blades, crunch of bones and screams of fallen horses. Ganymead was squatted low to the ground. Far away from the heat of battle. In his lap lay a dying man, one he had sworn to protect only that morning.

 Listening to their last sonnet of suffering fever as the light of madness shone in their eyes, and their still-warm sticky blood pumped out relentlessly over Ganymeads sweat and gore stained tunic…

On being released from the terrible memory Ganymead understood. He could withstand this. He knew what he must do. Hand his soul and body to another. Leaving his family, friends and home. Giving up any rights me may have to become little more than a slave.

With the lids of his eyes burning with tears Ganymead felt cold in the warm summer afternoon. He looked at his trembling hands as though they belonged to someone else. Someone weaker.

"I don't want my goods damaged you know." An elderly man sounded from the doorway.

 Zeus was waiting in all his godly patience under the archway. He had taken the merciful form of a mortal man in their presence.

'A god was joking about this…mess?' Ganymead felt sick, but he forced control over himself.

 "I feel am fine my lord. Mere nerves compromise me at the thought of your audience." He didn't have to lie. Ganymead was almost frightened at the prospect of being taken by the gods. He could only speculate on the future.

"Come boy," the lord of the gods told him almost gently. "We are not to make life hard for you. You are to become an immortal consort to the gods, surely that isn't unfair.

"No. No I guess it's not." He said in a small voice.

 Sending a last pleading look to his father Ganymead prayed for a reaction. The mighty King that could do anything except save his own son!

Instead of endure the torture of his son's hopeless gaze the kind looked to Zeus, and ducked his head once in silent agreement.

"Come." Boomed the father of the Gods.

"No more time here."

Closing his eyes Ganymead shut himself off from the room, the castle, and the world. He prayed with all his young soul for deliverance.

But who was left to pray to when god himself was taking you away?

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A/n: Ok I just revised this chapter; I have this whole new idea for a plot and the people I've spoken to about it seem to like it. It's about Ganymede learning how many types of love there can really be and trying to figure out his own feeling while discovering the difficulties of living with the Gods of Olympus. Read and review please peoplefolks. Idea's and suggestions are always welcome, and so is 'constructive criticism' but flames will be ignored.   

Toodles. –Kai ^.^