Disclaimer: The first and last notice! Anything that belongs to Tamora Pierce belongs to her rightfully. And what belongs to me belongs to me!
Author's note:
Sorry! I'm going to take the original story down …. I'm intending to write the whole thing again. This time I've got a basic idea of a plot. The start is going to be similar, with all of them separating but there was a reason for them to getting together. The original story I was going to write was just going to end after they meet each other. I want to have more meaning in them being together again. The original story seemed aimless. To tell the truth, the story was a half hearted attempt. The rewritten version of the story is going to have a plot and more depth to their lives.
Another note: Gen's name is now Angel and she doesn't sing. (it gets tiring to look for lyrics. She'll sing in future chapters, but she'll mainly be playing an instrument.)
In the beginning of Mithros and the Great Mother Goddess' reign
Mithros stood against a large platform, looking adoringly at the four small figures lain on the platform. Four beautiful babies, he thought, my precious daughters. He smiled at them, his eyes flicked towards a nearby bed, which his wife laid on. The Goddess's face was pale and was resting. The labour wasn't easy when you had quadruplets. His eyes returned towards his daughters. His eyes lay upon one of his daughters, a fuzz of auburn hair laid upon its head. Her blue eyes lifted to look at him curiously as if to want to do something with that image. She clutched a large scroll in her one of her hand and sucked her thumb on the other. A small mark on her right shoulder blade caused Mithros to look closer, a small butterfly with ever changing colour wings, piqued his curiosity. His eyes drifted off to another of his daughters, a dark haired, hazel eyed. This one should look like her mother some day, Mithros thought. He watched as the baby tightened her grip on a small harp. He caressed the small wings that emerged from the baby's back, white and silver flecked. Mithros watched another baby, brown haired, hazel eyed and had a strong build, like her father, Mithros thought and flushed at the pleasure of his child having a resemblance to him. The baby clutched a small wooden spear in her hands. A symbol of virtue lay upon her upper arm. His eyes drifted onwards until he reached the last baby, a dark haired and brown eyed creature, with both resemblances of her father and mother. Graceful, long boned limbs caused her face to have shapely contours. A mark of a swan on her collar bone, lifting its wing and readying to take flight. Raising his eyebrows as he considered his observations.
He smiled as he walked towards his wife. He took her hand and caressed it gently. His wife opened her eyes sleepily. 'Are my babies alright?' she asked.
'They are, my love.' Mithros replied tenderly.
Nodding, satisfied, she went back to sleep.
Divine Realms
Two hundred years later….
'Eavan, stop fidgeting! How can I sketch you when you keep moving so much?' Kallima demanded. Kallima sat in front of her half finished work. Kallima glared at her sister, Eavan.
'Fine don't draw me then…I have better things to do,' Muttered Eavan. Standing up, she ran her fingers through her brown hair. Hazel eyes glowered at Kallima.
'Like what? Sticking more swords into people?' Kallima retorted. Her dark blue eyes flashing angrily. Kallima flicked her auburn hair back and glared at Eavan.
'Stop it both you. Don't you get sick of bickering?' someone behind them asked.
Kallima and Eavan turned to see their other two sisters, Annabelle and Myra. Annabelle, a long limbed and graceful dark haired beauty shook her head helplessly at her younger sisters. Her hazel eyes glinted humouredly.
Myra, her ever changing hazel eyes looked amusingly at them. Myra's perfectly white skin set off her slightly slanted eyes and her full red lips which were curved into a gentle smile. The white wings that protruded out of her back, skimmed the top of the grass lightly, silver flecks glittering in the sun.
The two bickering sisters smiled automatically at the other sisters, the fight temporarily forgotten.
'Has your training finished?' Kallima asked her elder sisters.
The older sisters nodded. 'How are yours?' Myra asked softly.
'They're fine except someone didn't want to pose for me.' Kallima retorted and glared at the glowering Eavan.
Before Eavan could say something, their mother and father appeared in a flash of lightning.
'My dears, fighting again?' Mithros smiled. He gazed adoringly at his four beautiful daughters. The Great Mother Goddess stood beside him; she slipped her arm into his.
'Well not exactly, more bickering really.' Annabelle said.
Mithros chuckled. 'Time to show what you girls have learned this century.' Mithros said as he settled into a chair with his wife. The Great Mother Goddess smiled as she said, 'How fast these years had passed. It seemed only yesterday that they were babies.' Kallima, Eavan and Annabelle rolled their eyes good naturedly while Myra smiled tentatively.
'I'm going first.' Eavan said. She picked up her bow and arrow and looked around for a target. Spotting a tree more than ten yards away, she strung her bow and aimed at the tree. The arrow sped towards the tree, and stuck the tree precisely in the middle of its bark. Eavan grinned triumphantly, when Mithros nodded satisfied and the Goddess smiled warmly.
Myra strung her harp while Annabelle stretched. Annabelle raised her eyebrows at Myra. Myra said 'Forgotten Feelings.' Myra raised her fingers to her harp and began to strum, her wings starting to spread. Annabelle swayed with the music, body turning to turns, pirouettes. Her arms swung gracefully. The two sister's talents meshed together to form a sensational performance. As the music faded, Annabelle twirled into a graceful stop. The two sisters both straightened and bowed. They smiled at the loud applause from their parents and hugged each other.
Meanwhile, Kallima was painting. Her hands flicked over the paper, her eyes closed. Then she stopped. Turning around to her parents, she showed her painting. The painting, full of life and colours, showed the four sisters by a fountain. Annabelle in a midtwirl, in a light purple gown, dark hair in a fan from her twirl. Eavan lounging beside the fountain flicking a throwing star between her hands, dressed in a green gown. Myra, next to a harp, eyes dreamy, in a red and gold gown. Her jet black hair flowing just past her waist, her wings folded neatly. Kallima in sitting on the ground, pencil poised to catch something on paper, her forehead creased into a frown, in a peach kimono-like gown. The forest behind them glittered enchantingly. As two shadows underneath a shadow of a tree, grasped each other tightly. Mithros grinned when he said, 'So that's what your guards were doing? I was wondering where they were.'
The family laughed happily.
In the Chaos Realm, Uusoae grinned maniacally. Her wicked gleaming red eyes glittered dangerously as she looked in the mirror and saw Mithros and his happily family. She laughed hysterically. 'Mithros, you will pay for choosing the stupid sister over me. I could've made you the ultimate king but you chose her! I think I'll pay my pretty nieces a visit and bring a nice present for them.' Uusoae cackled evilly, as she laid her palm gently on the mirror, where the family still laughed, then suddenly slashing out and shattered mirror. She watched with bloodshot eyes at the shattered pieces on the floor, and then she raised her arms upwards and let out a blood curling scream.
Divine Realms
A stunning fountain lay in the heart of a forest. Statues of bronze and silver glinted in the bright sunlight. Myra sat on the edge of the fountain, leaning backwards so her hair just skimmed the top of the water. She hummed as she let the sun tickle her face.
'Why do you still have to look so beautiful even when you're dreaming?' demanded Kallima.
'All the better for you, my sister. You're the one who's painting me, I'm supposed to look my best.' murmured Myra.
'Just because you're the eldest you don't have to be so patronizing.' Kallima retorted.
A few feet away Annabelle and Eavan lay on their bellies behind a bush, peering into the lush darkness of the forest. They spied at the two figures in the distance, clutching each other. They giggled softly and headed back to their sisters.
'Have they finished choking each other yet?' Kallima asked.
'Not yet, I think they need to strangle each other first, and then crush each other, and then choke on their own tongues. Seriously, don't they get sick of swallowing tongues?' Eavan laughed.
'Oh...leave them alone. They deserve each other. Think of all the hard work we had to do to pull them together.' Annabelle said.
Their heads turned at approaching footsteps. They smiled when they saw their two guard's arms around their waists.
'Finished choking each other then, Garron?' Annabelle asked to the tall, dark haired handsome man. His usually stern grey eyes was twinkling, his hair slightly mussed. The muscular build filled out the gold plated armor.
The sisters all laughed when the guards both blushed. They watched as Garron pulled the woman standing next to him closer. Garron caressed the woman's fiery red locks and gazed into brilliant green eyes. He lowered his mouth towards hers and whispered, 'Terentia, I love you.' Then he leaned further and pressed his mouth gently against hers.
They continued kissing while the sisters cheered and whistled. As the kissing got more passionate, Eavan interrupted. 'Okay, that's enough, go get a room.' They all laughed uproariously.
'Take the day off Garron. Go enjoy yourselves for once. Terentia, you and Garron go and….choke each other… and we'll be fine.' suggested Myra.
Garron and Terentia hesitated for a moment. 'Okay, we'll take the rest of this day off but Belle, remember to…'
'Keep practicing my leaps?' finished Annabelle.
'And Eavan…' Garron continued.
'Keep body supple and loose?' Eavan finished, grinning.
'And Kallima…' Terentia asked.
'Not to get paint and smudges on my gown?' finished Kallima.
'And ….I don't really need to tell you do I, Myra?' Terentia asked.
Myra only smiled and reached out to hug her friend and guard. As Myra and Terentia stood together, Terentia whispered, 'It's all your idea right? Setting me and Garron up? But I still thank you. ' Myra's response was pulling back and giving another beautiful mysterious smile of hers.
The guards left. The sisters stood together peacefully. Then they separated to do their practicing. Myra, to play her instruments; Belle, to her dancing; Eavan, to her stretching and Kallima to her painting.
The sky suddenly darkened. Uusoae's face suddenly appeared. Gruesome, dripping with blood. Bloodshot eyes stared at them, opening its mouth; black stumped teeth showed dripping with blood and rotten meat. 'Hello my dear nieces,' Uusoae cackled.
'Who are you?' Kallima demanded frightened. The sisters stepped closer to each other.
'Why, I am your dear aunt. Aren't you glad to meet me?' Uusoae grinned maniacally.
'Our aunt? I didn't know we had an aunt who is so…..' Belle muttered.
'Beautiful?' Uusoae cackled. 'It's a shame to lock you up, you look tasty.' The sisters shivered involuntarily.
'Lock us up?' Eavan demanded.
'Yes, a shame isn't it? But I can't forgive my idiot brother for giving me up. Giving me up for that spiteful sister of mine.' Uusoae muttered. 'And for that, I will punish you. Because you are the creation of Mithros and the Goddess' love.'
The sisters' eyes opened wide in panic tried to summon help, but failed. Uusoae swept hands widely, and the sisters disappeared. Laughing evilly she disappeared.
The darkness receded. The blue cloudy sky reappeared, everything returned normal. Except a white feather with silver speckles. Except the daughters. They didn't come back.
The Divine Realms was in chaos for the return of the daughters' souls. But each pleading turned out useless against Uusoae. Uusoae left a prophecy, in five millenniums, four chosen ones will be destined free the souls of the Daughters of Moon.
The princesses, the sisters, the goddesses
Lie in locked darkness,
Waiting for their saviors
Four sisters chosen.
The graceful one
The soulful one
The battle one
And the seeing one.
All to be chosen to be saved, and to save.
Three phases of the moon pass by
For the chosen ones to prepare
To unlock the souls
Of those that are in an endless slumber
If one fails, all fails
And your life will be lost.
Four keys, waiting for the four prophesized one
To unlock the lock.
The chosen ones are the keys,
And again the four chosen,
The princess
The protector
The duchess
The lady knight
The chosen companions,
Those who protect your soul and body
Fire and Angel
Stone and Butterfly
Storm and Swan
Soldier and Protector
If the tasks are succeeded,
The blessings of Mithros and the Great Mother Goddess
Reward each of you one wish.
The necklaces and the tattoo mark the chosen ones,
Those mortals who oppose the chosen
In your preparation shall be vanquished.
After three phases of the moon pass,
Gather in the Altar of the Chamber of Ordeal
For the quest.
The Daughters of the Moon.
Mithros and the Goddess sunk in mourning and their love for each other diminished little by little, for the destined ones to save their loved ones was still a long time coming. And the white feather still lies in the loving hands of the Mother Goddess.
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