Hey! Sorry this is so late, but I've been busy with homework and other stuff. Anyway, read and enjoy!

Stories

***Six Years Old***

"No!" I shrieked, and tried to push away Daddy's strong hands. "No tickling!" Daddy laughed with me. "But Lizzie, you always need a good tickling before bedtime."

"No tickles!" I insisted.

Linda, Daddy's wife, came into the room, holding my older brother's hand, and balancing my younger brother on her hip. "Hey, you two," Linda scowled playfully. "I'm trying to get Bekah to go to sleep." Daddy stood up, and kissed Linda's cheek. "Sorry honey. I'm trying to get Elizabeth to be more fun." Daddy winked at me. "She doesn't want to be tickled." Linda gasped. "No tickles?! Lizzie's going crazy, Mike! Should we send her to the hospital?"

I ran to my closet and fake-snored loudly. I heard Matt call for me. Daddy opened the closet doors, and picked me up. "Okay. Since you don't want to be tickled, I guess its bed time."

"Story!" I shouted. Daddy sighed, and smiled. "Story," he agreed.

"Tell me about the night I was born." I said bossily. Daddy raised his eyebrows. "Please," I added.

Daddy grinned. "Well, it was during the middle of the night. The harvest moon was just barely rising above the apple orchard. Your mother was watering the little garden outside, when you kicked very hard.

"Was I born in the garden?"

Daddy chuckled. "No, Lizzie, you were born in a regular hospital. Where Daddy could hold Mommy's hand, and help the good doctors get you out safely."

"Who was there when I was born?"

"Well, Mommy's nieces and nephews came; her brothers and sisters as well. They all gave you very special gifts."

"Where are they?"

"Where are what?"

"My gifts. The ones Mama's family gave me."

Daddy laughed heartily. "They weren't gifts you could carry around, sweetie. These gifts were very special, because no matter how big you get, and no matter where you are, they will always be with you."

"What were their names? Mama's nieces and nephews and brothers and sisters. What were they called?"

"Well, Mommy's parents loved Greek…mythology. So they named Mommy and her brother and sisters after the major gods and goddesses. Mommy's name is Demeter; her brothers, in order of oldest to youngest, are Hades-"

"The god of the underworld."

"-Then there was Poseidon-"

"God of the sea."

"-And lastly, Zeus."

"He was the one that didn't get eaten by Kronos, right Daddy?"

"Exactly. And Mommy's sisters are Hestia,"

"Goddess of the Hearth."

"-Hera,"

"Queen of the gods; she married Zeus."

"And what she the goddess of?"

"Um…marriage."

"Good. Those are Mommy's brother's and sister's names. Now, as I was saying. Mommy's brothers, sister, nieces, and nephews all came to see you. Now, Zeus gave you the gift of controlling the weather. It has never been done before; not even with his own children."

"Is that why I can make it snow when I'm happy and rain when I'm sad or just need to water my garden?"

"Yes, Lizzie. That's exactly why. And Poseidon gave you his love for the water. That's why you love to be in the rain, and why you love the ocean view."

"Can we go see the ocean again, Daddy?"

"Soon, honey, I promise. Maybe if the bad guys stop chasing us, okay?"

"OK, Daddy. What did Uncle Hades give me?"

"Well, I don't know why, but he gave you the "gift" of not needing to be around other people. Most of his children have this. They can sort of blend in with the shadows. And Aunt Hera, she gave you the gift of wanting a family of your own. For you to be a mommy."

"And I will, right? I will be a mommy?"

"I hope so, Lizzie. I certainly hope so…."

"Tell me about the others." I insisted. "What did my other aunts and uncles give me?"

"How about we get back to the story? Or is it bedtime already?" I hid my face behind my blanket. "Tell me the rest, please?" I begged. "I won't interrupt again, promise, Daddy!"

Daddy chuckled. "I don't know, Lizzie."

"Daddy, please!" I begged. He grinned and ruffled my hair. "Okay, then. But no more interrupting, okay?"

"Promise," I moved around under my blankets until I was in a comfortable position. Daddy stared at me, and twisted a few strands of my hair around his finger. "It was very hard. She fought to her last breath, Elizabeth. She didn't want to die." I could see his eyes water, and I hugged him.

"It's okay, Daddy. You'll see her again. When you go to Elysium, Mommy will be there, right?"

Daddy sighed. I was practically raised on Greek mythology, so I knew everything about it. "Yes, baby," he said softly. "Yes, Mommy is in Elysium. She's watching you from a special mirror that everyone there has. She knows about you. She loves you."

"How do you know? About the mirrors and stuff?"

"Mommy visits me at night. In my dreams."

"Do you think Mommy will visit me sometime?" Daddy's eyes twinkled sadly. "I think she will, baby. Soon, I hope."

Please please please review! I'm sorry this is late, but I think it was worth it. Also, I was waiting until I had a pretty good-sized 5th chapter until I updated this one. Also, I'm gonna be starting a Hogwarts fanfic. It's in development, but I'm pretty sure I've got the 1st chapter down. Just gotta change the format. I know, I know, I shouldn't start a new story since I"m not taking very good care of the ones I've already got, but it's already being written, so I might as well do something with it!