Captivated
Chapter 3: The Tell of Another
After the following morning when Aphrodite found the severed bodies of her ravishing stallions in their stalls, Eris went back to Paris hoping this visit would be less nosy. She entered in his bed room chambers believing to find him pondering on some topic of philosophy as what she believed he was doing the first time she laid eyes on him. To her shock he wasn't found staring out into the distance but in the bed itself and not alone.
Her spirits lifted to know he was not wearing much under the covers, but words to this day of age cannot describe the indescribable anger that can surge through a powerful goddess' being. A lovely fair headed woman lay gracefully on top of Paris, perfectly matching her feminine curves with his own. Eris screamed and scampered wishing her yells will vanish this woman away from his bed, but the two lovers slept peacefully without noticing the stammering goddess.
"AAPPHROODDITTEEEEEEE!!!!!" Eris' calls were unheard except to the all of the gods' ears that flinched from her cries. At the moment, Aphrodite arrived. Responding to her name as quickly as she could. Her pace quickened as she found out the screaming was coming from Paris' house and in fear of her beloved mortal's life she raced down quicker then Apollo's chariot.
"Yes, yes what is it? What's wrong?" Her race came to a sudden stop when she saw Eris standing over Paris and Helen's sleeping form and connected the two together. "Ahh. You didn't know about Helen did you?" she giggled.
"Shut up you failure of a god, and end this affair immediately!" Eris demanded.
"I'm afraid that's impossible." Eris' blood froze. "You see, she was a gift from me to the judge if he chosen me the fairest among the woman. It would be unfair and not right for me to tear these two love birds apart."
"Don't say that word Aphrodite!" Eris covered her head from the truth that was sweeping from the blonde goddess' mouth.
"What? Love?" Aphrodite teased.
"Ahhhh! Leave me, please leave me!!" Eris collapsed on a nearby couch and the small stammering of sobs where muffled from under her. Pity swelled in Aphrodite for Eris, which may be the only time any of the immortals would feel sorry for this goddess. She knew too well of this sort of pain and left Eris be to cry it out.
Eris cried alone for only a moment until Ares waltzed in the chamber to find his beloved companion crying.
"My Eris!! What has happened to you over the passed weeks!!?" He knelt beside her to retrieve her drowning face under her now unperfected hair. Tears stained her cheeks and complexion but held them all back when it was Ares who found her like this.
"It's nothing my dear friend." She comforted.
"Like hell it is! Tell me why are you crying and why here?" Ares bold curly black hair curtained his even darker eyes by but a little. Before she unraveled her feelings to her only true friend, she brushed away those locks.
"Only upset of that thing!" She pointed toward Helen. "That thing that brings only pain!!" Ares knew he understood her, but really he didn't.
"Eris, you are right. It is unfair for so many bodies to fall for the sake of just one creature. Trust me, Hades and I try relentlessly to kill her to make everything alright. But Aphrodite catches us at every turn." He looked for more of an answer in Eris' honey colored eyes.
"Come Eris. I know how to make you feel better. There are many fun things to do on the battle field." He took her hand hoping to lead her away to the war field but she yield.
"No thank you my brother. I will stay here...Until my tears fade away. The last thing I want to give up is my reputation." So he left her be, with his black robes dangling at his feet and fading away.
Eris walked out of the bed chamber and found solitude watching the sun rise higher over the city. The cries of the war beckoned her to come, and she was tempted greatly. Yet something kept her. She then grew to know she wasn't the only one in the room. The laughter could only make her guess that it was Paris and his pathetic little girl flirting with each other on the most dumbest of topics.
"My dear Helen, soon your passion will be the end of me. Night after night your expectations climb higher and higher." Shivers of disgust ran down her spine.
"Paris, my husband, they only try to compete with your zestful stamina." When Eris came to look on the most beautiful woman in the world, she stopped to stare in awe. Helen was no different then Aphrodite, bearing her all famous pure blonde mane that matched beautifully with her flawless creamy white complexion. Helen's sea green eyes sparkled with love and infatuation for Paris and only Paris. Eris can see it all the way from across the room, and it made her anger boil.
Suddenly the old Eris broke lose from within and dark plans for Helen grew rapidly.
"Water my lord?" She questioned to Paris as she got up to fetch the pitcher. "Yes my love." He answered. As her front foot came in contact with the floor, Eris tripped her; knocking the water to the floor and herself as well. Pieces of the pitcher were smashed everywhere and Helen got up burning with embarrassment. Eris cried with laughter as Paris ran to comfort his now crying maiden.
"Aww don't waste your time with such a weak little thing! She doesn't deserve to even have you!" Eris' curses were still unheard, inviting more ways to harm Helen. All day Eris didn't dare loose the smallest opportunity to harm Helen in any form.
In the late morning Helen got up to find some more color for her elaborate weave set in her loom. When she returned she smelt its burning ashes before she saw them crumble under an unknown flame. The poor young woman moaned in anguish to find her art being destroyed. She blamed the incident on a nearby servant and was punished with 3 slashes across his wiry back.
The next time Helen was in the court yard peering into the graceful basin. When she faced her back towards it she could have sworn that all the water it contained slapped across her back, dripping into her hair and no ruined gown. As she raged at the empty basin Paris came to again comfort her.
Eris again strikes hard at Helen when she was climbing the steps up to dine with Priam the king. With one small push from the strong goddess sent Helen tumbling down the stairs with Paris chasing after her. The young prince thought the moment a tad bit amusing and confessed it to Helen during dinner. It was his to blame to tell it because Helen was furious at Paris creating their first real argument in their relationship.
But Eris wasn't quiet finished with Helen until she performed another harmful act upon the beauty. As Helen came to bid Priam good night Eris stroked her stomach to boil Helen's food right up, pouring on Priam's lap.
That night Helen couldn't bare share her bed with Paris not only was she still mad at him for laughing at her, but also she couldn't find the control to stop vomiting. Paris slept in another bed of the house, but not alone. Eris guarded him for most of the night watching him sleep.
It's strange to think how jealousy can affect ones' behavior. How can a goddess, who has the world balancing on her fingertips, envy a mortal, no lesser then a worm compared to her almighty?! Why do you stand her Paris? What captured you about her as you do to me? Her beauty is rare but not compared to a goddess'! If only you saw me, then you would shudder with awe as you did during your judgment.
Within those thoughts Eris jolted upright with an idea shocking through her form, starting from her head to the tips of her toes. If he saw me as I am, he would be helpless to resist me! No mortal can resist the passion of an immortal, no matter how dangerous it may be. But Zeus!
Her heart dropped more rapidly and heavier then a stone through thin air.
He will find out some how. Aphrodite slips in and out of Paris' house like the snake she is and Ares can come to me any time of the day without warning. Even a passerby will notice mine and Paris' presence together. The punishment of such an affair will be a tortures death for the mortal and banishment for the immortal, stripping away their power!
Any god or goddess would tremble at the fear of what Zeus can do. He may be slow to anger, but once mad mercy is limited in him. Just the mere threat from him will burn into a god's memory and may never be seen again. The only one that has the gall to take on Zeus' anger is his nosy wife Hera, and like mother like son, Apollo.
Eris knew such a risk is not worth taking and she accepted the fact of just watching over Paris. No later did she promise herself to not bring harm to her or Paris, she left the mortal plain to Olympus where she laid down to sleep.
Please review when you've read this. I really want to know how I am doing, and suggestions are more then welcomed. I know it's not the best writing, but in this project I don't want to waste time plucking the perfect verbs for the sentence. This story is supposed to be entertaining and short written, since it was a side project.
Next chapter Eris becomes mad to be noticed by Paris, so she takes the risk of exposing herself to Paris. And the man and goddess really meet for the first time.