Chapter1

AN. THnks sooooo much 2 the people who've reved my other stry, the dance of life and death and Lady of Sea your name has bin carved in gold twice 2 make up 4 not doin it the first time! The original idea 4 this story came from 1madcat and I'm kinda using her as my buffer though she can't spell she's stopping me frm bablin on abut flies and sunsets, not tht I cn talk abut bad spellin cos mines prity terrible 2. It is a conbind e4t but I'm typn it so its mine! An I did the poems all my self 2 so it's mine! It's all mine! MWHAHAHAAHAAA! Plez plez plez read it!

GRR!LINES WON'T SHOW UP SO AM PUTTING IN RANDOM THINGS!

Hades and Persephone,

In Hades realm 'neath land and sea.

The world's foundations they did shake,

And the seasons they did make.

Beauteous summer to bitter cold,

New winter with it's vice like hold

Meaning two Gods are needed to be made,

One of storms and skin is flayed,

He will be of storms, and cold burning breath.

One of ice with patterns of death,

Soul of ice, heart of stone,

Always together but forever alone,

As summer comes life's web is sown.

But is it enough to thaw the two?

To see the winter through?

Book of Prophesy.

Heart of ice,

Cutteth thrice: س≈

Over life's view,

A seventh king slew,

Ringing the two,

With golden rune

'neath half wounded moon,

س≈

Day and Night in strife

Behold the web of life.

Book of س≈

(PS س≈ is translatable but I'm not tell u whut it means, u'll find ut eventually.)

This is a line! Trust me!

Hera was so angry. Zeus had no idea of the pain he put her through! She raged. Around her storm clouds were brewing, black and rugged in the crackling bolts of fury that coursed over her. She strode out over the sea, hair flying in the spray from the titanic waves being thrown up around her. She screamed out at the black sky. Zeus did not know of the pain he caused her. She was going to change that, she was going to hurt him as he hurt her. And He was waiting for her. Not Zeus, someone else. A little of the terrifying anger left her darkened features and the moon showed through a tiny gap in the thunder clouds. Grey eyes flashed. She went willingly to his arms.

Zeus was going to pay.

This is another line!

Two months later.

A battle was brewing like the bubbling storms that had been born of Hera's wrath. Hera had just told Zeus the 'good' news of what would be happening in seven months time. Smugly Hera folded her arms over her swelling belly. Zeus glared at the lump.

"My wife, MY WIFE!" Zeus bellowed in a fury of his own. Hera sidled around to him and with a smile devoid of all warmth and hissed in his left ear.

"Do you see, dear husband?" Zeus had frozen as her icy tones sent chills down his spine and she ran a cold finger down his back. "Do you feel the anger I feel?" Her nails dung into his flesh. "The pain of watching another's child coming into the world and knowing that once again you scorned my bed for another's? Not even a bed in most cases! Do you see how I feel dear husband?" She spat. "So many times I've watched as another of you bastards grow and adds to my pain with its innocent smiles and laughter. Well now it's your turn, husband. See how you like it."

Hera turn on her heel and strode off. Wincing, Zeus wiped the blood from the nail marks on her back.

..and another line!

Seven months later.

Zeus glared down at the lump. It was now in the form of a tiny child that seemed to be enjoying melting snow in his hands and lobbing the slushy mixture at everyone in general. Zeus had hit the ones aimed at him with small shards of spare lightning, the idiot boy just gurgled and a small rain cloud was now chasing Zeus around, black as his mood.

Hera was sitting by the creatures cradle. She bent over the new born baby with a smile colder than the snow around them. The child's smiles melted away into a serious, slightly scared expression. Its gurgles faded too as Hera's icy gaze ripped through it. Zeus was actually starting to pity the poor child.

LINE!

Far away in her dwelling one of the Fates stirred in her sleep, the snores cut off and she sat up with a grating chuckle.

"Conceived and born 'neath storms,

A child with the innocence of fawns,

That dance and play at dusks and dawns,

Born and raised with anger,

We have a God of winter storms."

The fate of the present, the here and now, opened her hand and released a strange, fluttering thing of a stormy grey blue.

'Find him when the time is right,

Then bring his gift into the light.'

She whispered over it and it flitted away. Then with that she fell back down with a snort and continued her snores. The eye sitting on the rock between the sleeping three swivelled to stare in a new direction.

Another old hag sat up from her slumbers and said in hushed tones,

"Conceived tomorrow a daughter of ice,

She will not be raised in sugar and spice."

She too then opened a gnarled hand and released a strange thing, but this time it was spiky and glassy white-blue.

'Find her when the time is right,

Then bring her gift into the light.'

It then left to for fill its purpose. With that the fate of the future too flopped back down to re-enter her world of vile dreams.

LINE!

Two months later.

Aphrodite stormed into her private chambers. She knew she should not have slept with any of them. Now she was two months pregnant. How could she have been so unvigilant as to allow this to happen? She did not even know who the father was. He could be any of the six different men she had slept with in a succession of days. She could not get rid of it either, some of the possible parents were powerful gods and if they found out she had had their spawn exterminated from her system there would be hell to pay. She had no chose but to go through with the pregnancy. Her green eyes flashed in annoyance. She could not be seen with a baby!

LINE!

Seven months later.

Anbel and her husband Jioh were walking out around the fields in the summer air. Their crops were doing well and after a hard days work the youngish couple were taking a well earned break after putting their three small sons to bed. Gie was the eldest terror at the terrible twos and Ecar and Tabat were one year old twins, and quite a handful. Anbel and John walked together enjoying the peace so uncommon in their rowdy household.

Jioh started. He thought he had heard something. Like the sound icicles make in a faint breeze. Anbel shivered and looked down around her feet. That was funny. There was what looked remarkably like ice on the muddy track. The air tasted of falling snow. The two jumped. There was a cloaked figure on the path in front. It made not a sound. The hood dropped back and golden hair drifted in the suddenly cold air framing a heart shaped face with emerald green eyes. The all too perfect red lips curved in a smile.

"You'll do." Said Aphrodite and with that passed them a small bundle and suddenly had never been there. Anbel looked down at the bundle in her arms. A tiny face stared up at her accusingly. One eye was an odd green, like a frost covered crystal while the other was a strange blue- green-grey that Anbel could have sworn was shifting between the three. The girl's hair was the same gold as the strangers yet colder. Anbel touched the child's cheek and drew it back sharply from the icy flesh. Was it really flesh, Anbel wondered. It felt like ice. The child's all too perfect arched eyebrows curved down in a scowl.

LINE!

Deep in the darkest, dank, inner circles of hell, of Tartarus, the titan stirred. Its monstrous body contorted with pain and unjust rage. The chains that bound it burned deep into its twisted flesh. Muscles bunching beneath the flaming bonds the beings head lifted. It watched as one of its minions scuttled into its presence its three toed feet clicking against the stone path through the fiery furnace its edges melting away into the rifts over which the being was strung. Nothing lived down there but hells demons themselves waiting their turn to torture a favourite victim.

"Master," The creature croaked in its horrible rasping voice. 'We have that which you commanded of us.' It extended a scaled, withered thing of an arm and uncurled the three hooked claws to show two strange fluttering things, one storm blue-grey, and the other ice blue. The tiny wispy things were battering themselves against the creatures' claws in a desperate bid for freedom.

LINE!

Hades was puzzled. He frowned down at what he had found. Slipping the chunk of ice into the pockets of his black garb he saddled his horse, Mandarb. Mandarb was a ghost horse, his coat black and shimmering he looked almost nonexistent, wispy, but he was remarkably strong. Prancing excitedly Mandard took off at a high spirited canter through Hades' cavern walls.

Hades clutched his stomach. He had never been one for heights and lived most of his life in his realm under the ground. Happily Mandarb pranced over the clouds making a gentle assent thousands of feet off the ground towards Mount Olympus. Hades groaned faintly as Mandarb swooped up to nibble the tail feathers of an extremely surprised hawk.

A little while later a rather green Hades landed gracefully beside his brother Zeus, well Mandarb landed gracefully while Hades managed a strange sort of sideways flop. Zeus grabbed him as he stumbled.

"You must be pretty desperate to fly up here Hades!" Boomed Zeus.

"Yeah well." Hades shrugged his right shoulder as the left was being weighed down by one of Zeus's enormous arms. "Look Zeus, something's going on that's not right." Zeus looked puzzled. "I've been getting a remarkable amount of people down my way saying they were killed by winter storms. I don't normally get nearly that many! And check this out." Hades reached into his robes and brought out the hunk of ice. In it there was a print. There was a long thin mark, much too thin to be a human foot and too long. At one end of it there were three vicious claw marks. Zeus whistled.

"Haven't seen one of them around in a long time."

"No, me neither and if one of them is loose there's bound to be more. It's not looking good." Hades glanced up at Zeus.

"What if one of these has got control of the storms and ice? Intercepted the Daei?" They stared at each other in horror. "Not good."

GETTING DOO PSSED OFF WITH THIS WHOLE LINE THING!

Five years later.

The child sat down by the pool in the wooded area of untamed wilderness at the mountains feet. It was a special place to her, it was calm and serene the water trickling with a faint tinkle through her small private clearing, it befitted her present mood.

She had just had another visit from her mysterious mothers' subjects. This time it had been a water nymph. The child's name was Taenaia. Her mother was insisting in her profound education even though she would much prefer to be helping Anbel and Jioh with more interesting work. She hardly ever saw her real mother. The deep wound suppressed long ago throbbed at the back of her mind as she thought of her mother. Aphrodite's neglect was not intended but she did not want anyone to know of the five year old child's existence. She had not even told her own daughter who she was. All Taenaia knew was that Annbel and Jioh were not her real parents nor were the children Gie, Ecar and Tabat her real brothers.

Taenaia sighed. She wished she knew her mother better. She knew Aphrodite did not mean to neglect her but her mother was ever a cold and distant figure, vague and meaningless except for the dull ach of emptiness in her heart where a mother should fit.

Anbel tried to be a mother to her, she really did. But Taenaia was cold and unresponsive. When hugged she struggled to be free and no one entered her room, it was a cold and icy cavern of her own making which she was Queen of and often icicles could be see around her ever shut door.

Taenaia looked up sharply as she heard blundering footsteps and a stifled giggle. Then there was a loud shushing and the noise stopped. Taenaia stood and stepped towards the sound. Suddenly a crude rope trip line sprang up in front of her and she was catapulted into the pool. Her 'brothers' burst out of the foliage at the same time, laughing.

The brothers stared. Taenaia was lying on the pool, right in the middle hair splayed around her. The water had frozen under her. Taenaia lay quite still in the middle of her patch of ice. The brothers held their breath. Then the golden hair lifted and her two mismatched eyes stared levelly back at them. They froze where they stood. Slowly Taenaia got to her feet and with unerring poise walked slowly towards them, the icy patterns on the water spreading out from where her feet touched it. She stopped in front of them, her head only level with their chins but still an imposing figure that made the boys quiver despite her young age.

"Go away." She said quietly with deliberate slowness. "You are not welcome here." Suddenly an icy blast of snow hit them and they raced off through the woods. With a great sigh the young girl lay down by the pool and slept. Quietly another figure detached itself from the shadows and crept over to where she lay in sleep. It ran a gentle hand around her perfect heart shaped face so like her mothers. It passed for a moment, looking at her then left as quiet as it had arrived.

LINE AGAIN!

AN. Is it ok ? An u say Taenaia Tay-en-ay-ah, cos my sis was givn we grief abut the names bein too long, particularly that one. Plez plez plez R+R an tll me wht u think, it's not gonna be a v long stry an I know zis first chptr is a bit bitty but plez R+R an bare wif me!