Pyrus: Well a shorter chapter this week. Still I own nothing :) enjoy.
Chapter 6: Winters Wind
The chamber around him was empty except for the fuming goddess. She looked stunning with her white hair cascading down her back, and her cheeks pink with anger. Anger that was directed at him. Why him? Because Demeter had decided he was to blame for her daughter's disappearance.
She was right of course, but it wasn't like she knew that. The blonde king of the gods ran a hand over his face. He stood and moved to embrace the goddess before him, but she shot him a glare that had him pausing halfway to her.
"Do not think you are by any means off the hook for this, Zeus." she hissed. Laxus frowned.
"I do not control my brother, Demeter."
"No, but you do command him when you desire it. Do you not?" Laxus faltered.
"Well-Well….upon the occasion." Demeter smirked in triumph, while Laxus' features turned stoney.
"I see no reason to reel him in. Persephone is a big girl, I am sure she would request my help if she really desired it."
"Are you calling my child weak, Laxus." Demeter was fuming and Laxus scrambled for a suitable response. He found no way to recant his words, as the air around him grew crisp and cold.
"Very well then. Until my daughter has been returned to me, Your precious humans will suffer." Demeter turned on her heel, her cascade of snowy white hair flung around her the barley and wheat falling from it as she went.
Laxus shrugged off her threat thinking her incapable of such terror, she was only the goddess of the harvest what could she possibly do. Laxus made his way back to his throne and rubbed his temples. He wasn't sitting there long when two gods and a goddess entered his throne room all arguing rather loudly.
"What is it?" Laxus growled causing Poseidon, Apollo, and Artemis' argument to come to a sudden stop. When the trio didn't respond right away Laxus turned his blue upon them.
"Well you see..."Artemis began.
"Demeter has killed off all the harvest plants, the trees, even the grass ceases to grow." Apollo interrupted.
"That witch actually did it…" Laxus whispered though he quickly turned back into the audience of concerned gods and goddess.
"What are you going to do about it?" Poseidon asked.
"Nothing. Demeter loves the humans more than most of us. She will get over this little temper tantrum of her's soon enough."
But she didn't. The days drug by slow and sluggish. Laxus watched as one after another mass amounts of humans died all across the world he ruled. They died from the cold, they died from hunger, and they died from the animals who were just as hungry as man. By the dawn of the fourth day, Laxus had to put an end to this.
He called Hermes to his side one morning. The red haired god removed his golden helm as he knelt before Laxus. Laxus studied the young god from his strange colored hair to his plum purple toga to his golden shoes. "Yes, this had to be done." Laxus told himself.
"Hermes I need you to put an end to this madness."
"Of course sir, just tell me where to go. My wings are at your service." Hermes stood at attention as Laxus descended from his throne to stand beside the god.
"Jet. I need you to retrieve, Persephone from Hades." Laxus watched as Hermes' face paled.
"Is that where she's been?" he whispered. Laxus nodded and began to lead them toward the large balcony that was off to one side of the room. The tall blonde pointed off into the distance.
"You'll find the entrance to the Underworld fifty leagues that way. Past the mountains, past the golden gardens, and make a left deep into Artemis' Forest. Return Persephone here. I will make sure Demeter is summoned as soon as her daughter has been returned. Go with haste."
Laxus did not have to tell Hermes twice. As soon as Laxus had given his orders Hermes was hovering in the air and then streaking across the morning sky.
"I hope for your sake brother you have treated her with care." Laxus whispered, as he ran his hand over his face once again.
Jet flew faster than he had even flown in his life. Why hadn't he figured out why Demeter would be so upset. Why had he not known that his friend had been in peril all this time. He would have to save her, and that made Jet smile. He had always fancied the small goddess with her infectious laughter to her shining smile. She had a soul purer than most on Mt. Olympus.
He flew over the high mountains and through their raging storm. Demeter may not control the elements, but the minor gods were siding with her and causing hell across the world. Jet hovered over Hera's golden gardens, below him the small blonde was busy dancing around by herself in the sunshine, her garden unaffected by Demeter's magic.
Jet continued to fly diving lower as Artemis' Forest came into sight over the horizon. Jet pushed on, the sun now beating down on his back. He ducked under the shade of the forest following a game trail deeper and deeper into the forest. The darker the forest got, the closer Jet knew he was.
Finally he came up on a large cave that rose out of the ground like a sea serpent's mouth. Jet landed before the cave. If one hair on her head has been harmed...He will pay. Jet then flew into the darkness of the cave, ready to rescue Persephone.
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