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Disclaimer. It seems I have forgotten to add one to my first two chapters. So, Any Characters you recognise, belong to dear old Tammy. What's left is mine. Also, Review

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Nothing Else Worked: Sorry, my computer is psycho and I am having issues with trying to get it to let me change who can review, second, sorry with the cliff-hanger, but the first chapters set the stage for the rest of the story, and who she chooses is not really important, it is that she chooses. Also, this is a Cannon fic, so if you have read Trickster's Choice, you know who she marries. Thanks for the POV praise! I love the hawk-thing too. 3rd person can get to be a drag at times! And this Chapter....you learn much of Ryn.

Of Goddess and Chosen

Kalasin glared at her mother, Thayet the Peerless, and tapped her foot. I lit onto the back of the empty chair that a servant had brought for Kally. Outwardly, she was calm, but one could see that inwardly, Kalasin was in a rage.

"I know, and you know, that you are not going to leave me alone until I inform you of the result of my choice! You will send little emissaries like Daine and Kaddar to attempt to get it out of me! Well, Fine! You want my Choice? My choice is Carthak!"

Mithros hovered over his sister as their child was brought into existence. She had been created in child form, and she could not look more impish and irascible than she did now. Her hair was soft and red, her eyes a black color that sparked green now and then. When intelligence showed in her eyes for the first time, Mithros could have sworn that the Goddess had borne an Imp. She had spread her newly created skirts and curtsied to her father. For years she was simply a child, not granted a title or job. Caught in the web between servant and child was not a comfortable place, so she eagerly changed her form to that of an impish young adult female, with red hair and black eyes. Soon, after the visit of the God-Born Daine, Ryn had gone to her Father, Mithros, and begged for a Place to call her own. He granted her a plot in a crossroads, and named her Choicera, the Goddess of Choices and Promises, thought everyone, even her supplicants, called her Ryn. She retained her youthful outlook and demeanor, despite her mother's atempts to change her. One day, however, as she watched the mortals below, she saw all the wonders they had that Immortals and Divine beings did not share. A Passion for life that changed the way they lived. Suddenly, a request hit her, and she sought her father, that he might grant her wish.

"MORTALITY?!" He had roared, and the world had felt it, and the Yamani isles had shaken (This was the Earthquake that killed Chisakami). "Why would you want to be mortal?" Ryn had shaken her head sadly.

"I want the same passion, the same joy that those people claim, and the only way to get it is through mortality." Her demeanor was calm, but her eyes snapped with desire. Mithros knew he was caught, but then a thought struck him.

"Gain a supplicant and bond with him or her to the point that they offer you a vial

of the blood of two mortals, then I will grant you what you ask.

I might only be a bird, and a young one at that, exposure to Daine, and constant questioning about two-legger gods has made me aware of the background of this goddess, the one who seems to be following my mistress around quite a bit. In fact, my eagle eyes can barely see the outline of her form behind Thayet. Speaking of the Peerless Queen, she was speechless at the moment.

"Well, Kally, I had hoped you would choose Kaddar...." She trailed off, her dark eyes overbright. "I am sure you will-"

"I did not choose Kaddar, mother, I Chose Carthak. Now, I am tired, and I have business to do. If you would please direct Kaddar to my private sitting room later, we have things to discuss."

Kally rose, and curtsied before spinning on heel, myself at her heels.