Kloe- Blooming/Verdant

Kloe held her mother's hand and skipped as they walked. Her mother said they were going somewhere special, so of course Kloe, the five year old she is, would get all hyper. She got so eager she pulled her light brown hair up so she could see out of her hazel eyes better.

"Behave Kloe, there are special people who live there and I refuse to have you jumping around like a frog."

Kloe calmed down to a simple walk and looked up at her mother. "What kind of people?"

Her mother sighs, clearly frustrated with her but Kloe pays no attention to that. Her mother is always frustrated by her. "You'll see." Her mother then turns onto the path leading into the woods. This is a little strange because mother loathes the woods. After walking a great deal, the two come across a peaceful stream.

"Syrinx, daughter of Landon, I come to you bearing a gift and a warning!"

Suddenly a young woman appears from the water with tan skin, dark hair, and blue as the stream eyes. She's clearly a water nymph, meaning she has powers and could drown us if she wanted to. Kloe hides behind her mother.

"What, mortal, could you have that I do not have the ability to get myself? And a warning, I have the power to ask around about your warning and my friends will tell me of it."

"It's from the Oracle of Delphi." Kloe remembers the other trip before this one that took them seasons upon seasons of travel. At times, it felt that all they ever did was travel from place to place. Kloe didn't complain though because she saw exotic and different plants.

The nymph was stunned and lost her arrogance. "I beg your pardon?"

Kloe didn't have to be next to her mother to know she was smirking. "You heard me Syrinx."

The nymph stood up straighter. "Then tell me your warning mortal, so I know what's ahead of me."

"If you swear on Styx to accept my gift, then I shall tell you." Syrinx mutters something. Kloe hears thunder, so the oath is accepted.

Mother speaks to the nymph in a calm voice. "About six years ago, I was raped in a glade in a forest while I slept." The nymph's expression softens a bit. "I do not seek your pity Syrinx. All I know about the culprit is that he's a satyr and said satyr will come to your stream in the near distant future for your company."

Syrinx is quiet for a moment. "The oracle spoke something else, did she not? This satyr does not only want a night with me does he?"

Mother sighs. "No, he wants, no needs, a child and it has to be his. This is where my gift comes in Syrinx." Kloe feels a like she's going to throw up. Her mother wouldn't do something like this, would she? "I need to go back to my city state and marry my cousin in the coming year to keep my family on the throne. The problem is I can't take Kloe back with me, or the arrangement won't work..."

Kloe tugs on her mother's chiton and moves out from behind her back. "You're leaving me here mother!" She couldn't keep the panic inside and burst into tears, clinging to her mother.

Syrinx crossed her arms. "Do I look like a nurse maid to you? I don't even know how to take care of a child."

Mother picks her up and holds her in an offering gesture to Syrinx, but Kloe's face is towards her mother. "Kloe, I love you more than anything but if I take you back with me, you'll be killed. If you stay here with Syrinx, you'll be safe and meet your father." Kloe sniffles, but nods in understanding.

Syrinx sighs. "I'll take the girl, but that doesn't mean I'll be happy about it."

Syrinx then holds Kloe as she struggles to break free of her and follow mother. Once she was out of sight, the nymph put Kloe in her stream, lifted her chin up, and made Kloe face her.

"Look kid-"

"Kloe, my name is Kloe not kid."

"Fine Kloe, I don't want you here anymore than you want to be, but you're my responsibility now."

"Because you swore on Styx?"

"That and I'd be plain cruel to let you look after yourself. Anyway, I need you to follow me to your new room."

Kloe followed, humming a lullaby her mother would never again sing, and the plants started to wilt. They didn't die, because plants could never die because of her. Syrinx stops and Kloe runs into her. The nymph turns back to look at her but notices the flora and frowns.

"What happened to my flowers?"

Kloe shrugs. "Whenever I hum or sing, my mood effects them. I'm sad, so they wilted."

Syrinx scowls. "Great, I have to teach you how to control your nature magic as well."

Kloe's face brightens. "You will!"

The nymph waves her off. "Not now, it's late and you need to rest."

Syrinx gestures to go in the cave, so Kloe does. There's a small waterfall inside, rocks, and mud. Kloe chooses the mud. Syrinx looks on in mild disgust and sighs yet again.

"We'll work on a bed tomorrow, just don't die until then."

Just as she's walking out, Kloe asks a question. "Can you sing me to sleep? Mother always did."

Syrinx grudgingly nods. "I'll sing what my mother sang, okay?"

Kloe nods and when she opens her mouth, she hears a voice that could rival Apollo.

"Sleep my little treasure

close your eyes.

Don't you dare open them

until the sunrise.

Sleep my little treasure

you've earned your rest.

Don't let anyone tell you

didn't do your best.

Sleep my little treausure

for you're not that old.

You can't see the gods

go to silver from gold.

Sleep my little treasure

dream sweet dreams.

But if you have a nightmare

it's not what it seems.

Sleep my little treasure..."

Kloe didn't catch the rest of it because she was already fast asleep.

Kloe enjoyed practicing her magic with Syrinx. She'd been living with the nymph for five years, and even if she was a pro she could always get better. Kloe muttered a song and the strawberries matured, not a new or hard trick but it needed concentration.

"Kloe, come over here and clean yourself up!"

Kloe picked some berries, from this bush and others, and put them in her woven grass basket. Kloe hummed and the flowers bloomed bigger and brighter in color. It didn't take long to reach the stream where Syrinx tapped her foot impatiently.

Syrinx would never admit it in public, but she loved Kloe like she was her own. All the nymphs in the area knew this due to the fact Kloe's dresses are made of plants and her hair is woven with sticks, which Kloe can't do on her own, that flower when she hums. Her cave is fully furnished and has treasures passing men give to Syrinx and the nymph will even sleep there at times.

Kloe comes to a stop in front of her guardian and holds out her basket of berries. Another perk of her living in the forest, all she had to do was hum or sing and she got more than enough food.

Syrinx looks at Kloe's bare feet. She scowls at Kloe's mud brown feet and her eyes show worry when she looks at Kloe. "I need you to go back to your cave and wash up, lunch is almost upon us."

Kloe nods carefully. "Is something wrong Syrinx?"

"Just go, I'll meet you soon enough."

Kloe sighs, but hears nervous whispers from the dryads.

"Someone's coming!"

"Go hide in your tree!"

"Satyr alert!"

Kloe stopped walking to the cave, today is the day. Kloe silently backtracks to where people come to speak with Syrinx, but said nymph runs past her hiding place. Behind her, a mature looking satyr, eyes full of lust and love, runs after her. Kloe goes into the forest a little before following both of them. Eventually, she's at the same pace as the satyr. Kloe doesn't stop running until Syrinx is in sight. She's scared, so very terrified of what will happen to her guardian.

The satyr is about to close in when Syrinx hums and turns herself into a plant. No. Kloe runs out of her hiding spot and past the dazed satyr to kneel next to this new plant that's now Syrinx. She hums a grow song and the plant gives her a name as it does such.

"Reed, that's a good name."

Kloe jumps and turns to see the satyr looking sad and defeated. Kloe felt anger rise with in her. "What were you thinking!"

The satyr sighs in defeat and kneels next to me. "I wasn't thinking. What usually causes these tragedies is me pissing off Aphrodite, so she sends me all over Greece in search of a certain nymph. I don't know what I'm doing until after the damage is done. For this, I am truly sorry young one, but she will never be forgotten."

The satyr starts cutting reeds in various sizes and ties them together with a vine. Kloe could admit, it looked like a good tribute and she in turn made her own.

"Do you have no companions to stop you."

The satyr blows into the reeds and a beautiful sound comes out. "I have none."

Kloe blows a grow tune into the reeds, and it somehow works better than humming. The satyr smiles and proceeds to do the same. After a while of playing Syrinx's lullaby, the satyr starts to get up.

"Where are you going?"

He looks down at her. "I must continue my duties in keeping the wild safe, the humans want to build more cities."

Kloe gets up on her own. "Let me go with you."

The satyr looked confused. "Aren't you-"

"I'm not any nymph or dryad. My mother left me in the care of Syrinx years ago and Syrinx was trying to keep me safe from you."

The satyr raised an eyebrow. "Why would a mother abandon their child?"

Kloe looks at the water flowing the way she came from. "My mother said my father would try to do he did to her on Syrinx, according to the oracle. That's the only reason I can remember though."

He puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I'm sorry we met like this."

Kloe smirks. "Well, you still have time to get to know me, if I can come with?"

He smiles. "Since you have nowhere to go, why not? What's your name?"

"Kloe."

"That's a beautiful name Kloe, my name's Pan."

Most fifteen year old girls are married and popping out babies. Kloe is a rep. for nymphs on the Council of Cloven Elders, protecting the wild, teaching nature magic to young satyrs and nymphs, and the person responsible for keeping her father in check. Kloe pities the brides and new mothers that have to obey their husbands and don't get the chance to travel like her.

Her two current siblings, she means students, are Juniper, a sweet dryad, and Alex, who has this strange violent trait she adores.

"Your tree is looking well Juni."

"Thanks Kloe, I'm thinking of planting some medical plants around the trunk."

Kloe smiles. "Not a bad idea." She turns her head to look at Alex beating the ground with a stick. "Alex, what the Hades are you doing?"

Instead of answering her, he starts hitting a rock. "Die rock, die!"

Juniper scowls. "Rocks can't die Alex, they're not even alive."

Alex looks at her with an intense glare. "Don't be a pita chip, rocks are evil, like spotted dogs."

Juni face palms. "How am I related to a satyr like you again."

Kloe smiles at her. "Through your parents of course. Alex, if you're going to hit something put your back and hips into it."

He smiles up at me. "Thanks Kloe," he hits the rock again,"like that?"

"Exactly so."

"Kloe!"

Kloe turns to see a former student and a good friend, Gale. She crosses her arms and smiles at him, he bleeps nervously. "What is it Gale? I thought you were protecting some half blood from Crete."

He rolls his eyes and plays with string of his reed pipes, which sound ear bleeding bad. "Finished that job, the kid got there safe. And why do you keep denying that your a half blood."

Kloe smirks. "I am, but I'm special."

"Fine, I came here for help on the trail song."

"You need it."

"That's why I'm here."

"Die sister, die!"

"Stop hitting me with your stupid stick!"

She smiles. Kloe wouldn't want her life any other way.

Demeter is being a bully. How dare she starve the world for months because her daughter is missing. Kloe shakes off that thought, someone who can remind minds is never far away when it comes to insults.

Kloe sighs and gets back to organizing the human relief effort for the week. They had a lot of baskets already filled with fruits and vegetables, but now deliveries had to be made.

Kloe wanted to bring in more help to grow food, but Pan said they still had to keep the forests and wild save from Demeter's wrath. That and Pan has confidence in his eighteen year old daughter to make the most of what she has. It's flattering, but not all that helpful.

Kloe puts the list in the hands of a dryad and ends out with two baskets. Satyrs and nymphs wave as Kloe passes, but she can only smile since her hands can't move. Soon, Kloe is on a main road heading into a village.

"Where are you going young one?" Kloe turned to see a middle aged woman in a brown dress that matched her hair and eyes field green.

"Just to the village, to delivery some food."

The woman walks closer. "Isn't the famine caused by a goddess? Is it wise to go against her?"

Kloe glares at her. "Is it wise to kill off man kind because her daughter ran?"

"You dare challenge a goddess?"

"I do the just thing, but if she wants to kill me for it then that's her problem."

"It's nice to know how you feel about me, daughter of Pan."

Before Kloe could blink, a light blinded her and she slipped out of her mortal body.

Nina couldn't open her eyes and felt like she had a way too high fever. She took deep breaths to make sure she was still alive or dead or here at the moment.

Kloe's life differed greatly from Cora's because she had male contact. The girl devoted a large portion of her life to helping others and the well being of the wild. Yet, she didn't see herself as a mortal, but as a nymph. Not to mention the all too sudden death.

The two were similar in some ways though because they both had a cause and a passion for what they did. Would Nina have found something to be passionate about besides camp?

Nina fell back onto the bed and was taken to her next life that contained the clashing of metal.

AN. Sorry about not updating and with school for me starting tomorrow, it might be awhile.

Anyway, for those you couldn't tell:

Gale-Grover

Juni-Juniper

Alex-Gleeson Hedge

Syrinx- actually from Greek mythology

From now, if there are past lives of characters in the story, their names will be at the bottom, along with real ones.