Herry trudged down a New Olympian street. For a moment he was blinded by the blaring sun in his eyes as he looked up into the clear, blue sky. He decided it was better if he stared at the ground. The bright cheery day didn't quite suit his dismal mood. Herry was really starting to regret getting out of bed this morning.

Then suddenly a sweet echo of laughter rang through the air, Herry quickly looked up to see where the voice was coming from, there was no sign of the individual and by the looks of the few people in the vicinity, it seemed nobody else had noticed the laughing. The young teenager shook his head.

Turning the corner into a rather deserted street, he heard the laugh once again. This time he recognized the female's joyful tone. It was Helen. How could this be, is my mind playing tricks on me? Herry started to walk faster; he was just about at his destination, the ice cream parlor. He had his hand on the door to open it, but he suddenly realized he no longer had an appetite. Herry turned and slowly walked away. Something, somewhere was calling him. Drawing him towards it.

As he walked along the uninhabited street he saw somebody with long, wavy brown locks turn the corner in front of him. It looked just like her. He ran quickly to the spot he saw the figure turn the corner but nobody was there, but then he heard the same pleasant note of happiness. Again, something pulled him on, urged him onward.

The calling brought him to the place he came every day since she left. The park. He knew everyday he came it was a hopeless search but maybe, just maybe, if he had a glimmer of hope and looked for her in the park she might come back. In his heart of hearts he knew it was a fool's hope but he just couldn't let himself give up on her.

He walked along the worn path that the morning joggers had worn down over its daily use. He turned off the known trail to a less used path that led to a hideaway. One he had shown her before.

What could she say? It seemed she was drawn to this place by some instinct that was so deep inside of her but yet unknown. She had came to the park through the crowded streets of New Olympia. It was so hard for her to restrain herself and not to cause mayhem as she wandered her way here. It was especially hard to not hurt the men whose eyes had wandered her way. They were all insolent humans in her eyes.

The wild animals of the park surrounded the enchantress charmed by her natural ways. Helen gladly petted and cooed them, herself laughing with delight. If Cronus hadn't been so vulgar with what he wanted she wouldn't have left him to think things out she would return to him eventually, he was her master but he needed to work on his leading skills.

One of the straggly stray dogs of the park licked her hand. She giggled, "I think you need to eat don't you fellow?" She raised her free hand and magically a bowl of yummy food appeared in front of the gray mutt. A few more flicks and more food appeared for the other animals surrounding around her. They feasted happily while Helen watched over them smiling gently.

Then she heard someone step on a branch behind her. He was approaching closer. She knew that this stranger had been watching her for some time already but the young teenager was hoping the man would move along. He didn't and if he didn't move soon he may have just caused himself much pain.

The gray stray licked her hand once again in thanks. "Oh you are done already? You must be hungry." She laughed tenderly.

Herry looked upon her from a few yards away. Her long hair was visible from the back where she stood on a park bench facing a small duck pond. Strange thing though was that even though it looked like from the back it wasn't something Helen would wear. The girl was wearing a black dress that looked similar to something Herry had seen the goddesses wear. He didn't dare move towards the girl because he knew it couldn't be her. She just could not turn out of thin air and be fine, could she? Other than the different clothing she didn't look different, it looked like the old Helen he knew.

"Helen?" The words slipped out of his mouth.

The enchantress of animals looked up surprised. How did that man know my name? Now he is going to get it though. It was his own fault. He disturbed my alone time. She shushed the animals that were starting to bark and hiss and caw at the stranger. Getting up from her spot she glanced over her shoulder to gauge him. The man was tall with a very built body. He had brown hair that flipped out on the sides and he had chocolate brown eyes…. Just like the flashbacks she had been seeing for the last week. They had to be the same person. This could be interesting.

She turned her whole body towards him, walked around the bench and stood there with a vice grip on the back of the wooden seat.

The minute he had a full look at her face he could tell something was wrong. Something in her countenance was different. She was still just as beautiful as before but maybe now it was a deadly beauty. Her long brown hair seemed darker and curlier then it had ever been before, even though it framed her face very well. Her lips that formed a perfect shape were a deep red like a poison apple. What really told him she had changed though was here eyes. They were that same exotic colour they had always been but a malevolent swirl of cruelty was present in those deep eyes.

She stared at him hard. "Who are you?" She said softly and confused. Maybe it was his imagination, but that sounded like the old Helen he knew.

Then, Helen with her eyes not diverting his gaze, in a sultry and graceful walk, she advanced slowly towards him. Her curly hair bouncing gently with each step.

I know it was short but I haven't written in ever and I decided I should at least give this to you guys for now; sorry it has been awhile I was very busy. Anyways, until next time….