A.N. Hi eberyone, just wanted to say, first of all. This story is not really based on any Greek myth, I made up the plot, its the characters that are not mine. So please dont get offended if you dont like poeple making up their own myths. I advise you leave if you do so. But otherwise, its my first try, so I hope you like it. Review plllllleeeeessssseeeeee, with any typo's, questions, font errors, and/or comments you find and/or wish to tell me of. 3 Thanx.

Was it really the blood of the goddess Venus that made the petals of the rose so red? Or was it the tears shed by her beloved Adonis as he died in her arms? Truthfully, it was neither.

The rose, so passionate, so full of compassion, loss, and empathy.

Some say all roses were once as white as fallen snow. That is true, but, that's not what this tale is about. What really caused the petals of these flowers was a war waged between the gods over the death of the soul of their beloved goddess. The pools of blood that drowned the once snow white flowers died them the color of pain, loss, and death.

You might be thinking of the war of Troy, if so, you're quite wrong.

This was waged long before Troy, the Greek's, or any other civilization for that matter. It was a war between the gods, or celestial beings, at the beginning of time.

And, I guess you could say it was Venus's blood that caused the roses to turn red, not because of Adonis's death, but because of hers.

Venus is only one of her many names. Aphrodite, Hathor, Anat, Avaris, and Freya were some of the other names she was known to have. Worshipped around the world as the goddess of love, jealousy, money, and sometimes music, she was one of the highest of the celestial beings. Because of this, she had many followers who took her side during this Great War.

It's a pretty long story, but I've been sent here to tell you it anyway. Plus, if you weren't interested, you wouldn't be reading it now would you?

Here, let me tell you it all, from the beginning. For you see, in order to understand the present, you must understand the future.

Though Venus was a goddess of love, she never committed to one man, or, at least she was never able to, though she tried. She had many thousands of lovers as the millennia's past and the world was created, but one stood out above them all. His name was Baal, and he was the 'fairest of them all', the god of hearts breaking and loss, the god of secret wanting. With short hair the color of the night sky and eyes as silver as the starts, he plucked her heart away in an instant.

For five hundred years their love flourished, though, to a god, such a long time to us is only considered a few dawdling moments. On the 5151st year, Baal began to grow tired of Venus's undying love. He slowly drifted away from her, like smoke sliding through ones fingers. This caused her tears to fall and fill the oceans of the newly made world with an endless downpour of salty confusion. She fell into a miserable depression.

The gods who were considered Venus's friends became angry at the god who had caused such pain in the one who was normally filled with such happiness.

The war then began. For thousands of years the gods fought, causing the volcanoes and earthquakes that caused the worlds new and great mountains.

Something in Venus began to die. Such war and pain surrounding her, she could do nothing to heal herself. Like a zombie, her heart withered out but stayed pumping. The immortality that had once been a blessing began to be a curse. Strange, isn't it, how a goddess once so great and powerful could become so weak and hurt just over a broken heart.

We all know what it feels like to loose love, but humans, we have very little love in our hearts, only about 45, but Aphrodite, no; she was filled to the brim. Loosing it, for her, was like loosing her soul.

In the end, the gods found that neither sides could ever win this war, and the fighting stopped. On the highest peak of Mnt. Olympus, Venus walked slowly through her garden, looking down the cliffs at the pools and pools of blood. She knelt down on the ground, silent crystal tears sliding down her cheeks and dripping softly onto the white flowers that surrounded her. These flowers, these magical flowers, they felt her pain, and as she slowly collapsed into her final world of darkness and despair, they began to change into the color of her love, and at the same time, down, down, down below the mountain, a child was created in a bush of the now red roses.

A child of the roses, you could say. Created as a way to save Venus's dieing soul, placing it in another body and hiding its memories. That child grew, and fell in love, and lost love, just like Venus, and again, as she died, another was born.

This process was repeated for thousands of years, until now, 1990, a new child was born. Now, she is the one I have come to truly tell you about, for she was the one who broke the chain of loss, and found herself, and her love, and kept it that way.

Her name was Cerridwen.

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