I was lying on my belly on my bed, my laptop right in front of me. I was reading through new Greek fanfictions (Yeah. I am THAT addicted). Some instantly became favorites of mine, and I bookmarked them. Some needed a little more time to get used to. Some were just plain boring. Some didn't even make sense.
Since it was a Sunday, there wasn't much to do. In the afternoon, I mostly spent my time tending to the garden with my mother. Most of our flowers were in full bloom now, and it radiated a lot of sweet-scented perfume. Then from the late afternoon to the evening, I started to read one of my new books. At eight, I ate dinner with my mom on the sofa as we watched The Ellen DeGeneres Show. And when it was around nine o'clock, I retreated back to my room.
Usually, I would start reading fanfiction of Hades and Persephone first. Seriously, the story about the both of them never gets old. And with so many different versions by different people, it somehow just kept getting better and better.
But reading those stories only made me more curious about what really did happen to the polar opposite couple. Did they love each other truly during their marriage? Did they fight a lot? Were the stories about Adonis, Minthe and Leuce true? (By the way, I really hate Adonis and Minthe. I don't know about Leuce though.)
And most importantly, did they even have the three children known as Macaria, Melinoe and Zagreus?
I was always curious about those three. Were all of them even Hades' real kids? Maybe Macaria was, but what about the other two? A lot of sources I read online say that they are. But some say they weren't and that they were actually Persephone's kids by her father Zeus, which I have only three words to say; I HOPE NOT.
Personally, I believe strongly that the three of them were all Hades' children by Persephone. Despite the whole abduction beginning, I really wanted to believe that in the end, they were happy or at least content with each other's company and their marriage.
But like I've thought to myself many times before, I may never know.
Suddenly, a jaw-cracking yawn escaped from me. I looked up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was a good five minutes past eleven. Usually, I don't sleep until midnight or later, but today may be an exception.
Tiredly, I shut off my laptop and put it back onto my study table. I changed out of my blouse and jeans to a simple yellow night dress with a cute pink bunny on it. Then I got out of my room to the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. As I walked back to my room, I called out to my mother, "I'm gonna hit the hay now! Good night, mom!"
No less than two seconds later, I heard her reply from the kitchen, "Good night, Spring. Sweet dreams."
After I shut the door, I flipped the light switch off and threaded to my bed. The minute my head made contact with the pillows, I was already dozing off.
I must really be that tired.
In an abyss of dark shadows, there were three white-robed figures that were talking amongst themselves.
"Is it time yet?" asked a brunette woman.
"Not yet, dear sisters. Not yet," replied a blonde woman.
"But it shall be soon," a redhead woman added.
"To think, that they will finally return. The old order will finally return," said the blonde.
"A new cycle will begin," speculated the brunette.
"But on one condition," said the redhead.
"All fourteen of them must unite as one, and gather at the final destination on the fated day," explained the blonde.
"But there are only eleven of them now," the brunette exclaimed.
"Two of them are together, but are hiding. The other is searching for one of them," the redhead said knowingly.
"Will he succeed?" the brunette questioned.
"He has not found her. But he is close. Very close," the blonde answered.
"But what of the other one? Will she not try to stop this?" the redhead asked.
"She will," the blonde said. "But not for long."
"She must come to her senses. The ancient order must begin once again. She cannot prevent this by refusing," the brunette said.
Then there was a silence between them. It was quiet for a while, until the blonde finally said, "We shall see."
I woke up slowly, my eyes blinded by the sunlight that entered my room.
As I sat up, I heard an irritable rhythmic ringing tone coming from beside me. Turning my head to it, I see my cell phone screen flashing, meaning I had a text message.
I reached for it and opened up the message. It was from my mother.
Spring. Wake up. It's already noon! Get to work!
In an instant, I looked at my wall clock and saw that it was in fact thirty minutes past twelve in the afternoon. I was quite late for work, but I didn't feel the need to rush. Why would I? It's not like I would get fired or anything. I mean, my own mom is my boss.
But I still lazily got up from bed and journeyed to the bathroom. I took a good and long warm shower, lathering myself in scented shampoo and shower gels. When my hair gave off a fruity scent and my skin smelt like vanilla, I got out of my shower and returned to my room to dress.
I looked out the window and saw that it was a bright and sunny day. So I decided to wear something light. After a few minutes of rummaging through my closet, I decided on a simple white cotton blouse with a pink cotton knee-length skirt.
When I sat in front of my dressing table, I only brushed my waist-length russet waves. I wasn't one who would wear make-up often, because I had to admit, I was pretty perfect.
I know. Pretty self-centered.
But it was kind of true. My skin was smooth, flawless and had a peachy tone. My cheeks already had a sort of faint natural blush. My lips were a natural pale pink and they looked rosy. My amber eyes, which a lot of people had mistaken to be gold, were framed by thick lashes, cancelling any use of mascara.
My mother told me to not wear make-up, because I was beautiful enough already. She told me to cherish the fact that I didn't have to go through any plastic surgery just to make myself look attractive, because I was already naturally attractive.
I loved those words. It made me feel good about myself.
After my waves had been tamed and perfectly framed around my face, I got up and gathered my small handbag. I stuffed the bag with my purse, phone and the book I started reading the night before. Finally, I slipped on my pale pink ballet flats and headed downstairs.
When I walked into the dining room, which was adjoined to the kitchen, I saw a plate on the table, with a single chocolate croissant sitting on top of it.
I smiled, and silently thanked my mother.
I ate the croissant in a few bites and went into the kitchen to grab a carton of milk from the refrigerator. I drank the milk straight out of the carton and put it back before I rushed to the front door. I grabbed my keys off the hook and got out of the house, locking the door before I headed off.
Since it was a Monday, the town was practically busy since everyone was all at work. It's always on a weekday when there are a lot of cars around here, because some people come here from nearby towns to work.
I joined the crowd of those walking on the sidewalks. I seemed tiny and unimportant in comparison to those decked in business suits. Though Heatherton was, in my opinion, quite small, there were a lot of buildings near the outskirts of the town that specialised in this sort of office work.
The 'red man' was on the traffic signal, so like the rest, I came to a stop and waited for it to change to the 'green man'. I was standing next to the road, so I took the opportunity to look around.
Since it was lunch hour now, the cafes and restaurants were pretty packed. I looked at the cafe across the street, Evergreen's, and I could see that it was full house.
And then, as my eyes were still studying the cafe, my heart skipped a beat and I froze.
Because I saw him again.
Author's Note:
Internet cookies to all those who got the Gaspard Ulliel reference in the previous chapter! ;D
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