Forevermore (Preview)

This is a project I have been working on for NaNoWriMo (2018), not entirely sure where I’m going with it but I have completed the first 50,000 words. Current title for this story is Forevermore, however it may change as the story develops. Feedback appreciated.


Dreams. I have dreams that break reality. As a child I believed in fairies. It wasn’t a normal childhood fantasy, they haunted me to the point my parents figured I needed help, nothing worked. As an adult, it’s hard to say you don’t believe in something, when there’s a constant vision of them every day. The fairies aren’t the tiny things people are led to believe, instead they looked like humans with the exception of the unique brilliant design of wings on their backs. Everyone would turn saying, “Blair’s a strange girl.” Only my grandmother would believe me after she found me out in the woodlands when I was a child. I had been following the little lights that were dancing around me. From that day I was forbidden from going in the woods and I hardly ever saw granny again.

It’s because of Granny Malina I was now heading back to my home village in the North of Scotland. My parents, god rest their souls, decided after a heated argument when I was 7, I shouldn’t really see her. She is my fathers’ mother but from what I recall of her, unlike my dad, she has a strong belief of otherworldly things. Pretty sure, if there was a way to become a fairy, Malina would take it in a heartbeat. Her little cottage was always decorated like a fairy princess palace. It’s been 18 years since that whole turn of events. On my 25thbirthday a few weeks ago, like the place was calling me back again, it was discovered granny had terminal cancer.

Happy Birthday, Blair and by the way the only person who did not think you are crazy or have some sort of mental illness is dying. The whole family although small figured it would be better if we could all come together and give her a family orientated final few weeks, heaven knows with how disjointed the family is she needed it.

“For Heavens sake learn how to bloody drive!” I screamed at the guy who had just cut me off on the motorway. My aunt Mysie, who had been looking after me for the past 12 years in the North of England, she nearly had a heart attack when she discovered I wanted to learn how to drive. Probably a good reason, with my red hair the stereotypical anger had to come out somewhere. Turns out I’m a bitch for road rage. My personality might have been one reason. The other reason was I believe she still thought there might be a trigger for overwhelming trauma there.

I mirrored the sign the guy in front of my had just given me as I overtook him again. Ah the human race despite the fact it is throwing it down with rain we still stop to roll down windows and give rude hand gestures.

“It was your fault moron!” I grumbled slapping the steering wheel, I should just be thankful I didn’t crash, my insurance was already at a maximum I could afford after accidentally knocking over my ex-best friend’s scooter when I found out she had been sleeping with the now ex-boyfriend… Like I said road rage, that and they both deserved it.

I’m seeing this get away as a holiday. Maybe a mind opener and something will hit me. Though I have a feeling I need to close my mind. Six psychiatrists later and the fairies still haunt me. In childhood it was put down to an over active imagination and I’ll grow out of it. As soon as I hit sixteen that’s when they started throwing about diagnosis’s like psychosis and schizophrenia. Deep down inside of me I know I’m mentally ok, although according to a few psychiatrists me thinking I don’t have a problem is a sign I have a problem, I tested out a theory with one of them by suggesting that I did have a mental health issue and I was discharged. Turns out, insanity can be classed as sanity these days.  All of them recently agreed though I need to talk about what happened at my parent’s death. That like the police report was a case closed matter. And that’s how I’ll remain on it. I am not expecting this holiday to suddenly hit me with some life altering information. Then I’ll get home and write a best seller and me and J.K Rowling will be laughing it up over Cosmo’s or whatever those British people drink, though in my world give me a pint any day.

The last time I had breached my home village boundary was for the funeral of my parents. Not that there was much left of the bodies… the explosion took care of that. This time it looks like I’ll be leaving after another funeral. I did hope there would be some miracle cure, but I had enough therapy running through me that I knew the reality of things.

Instead of taking one journey I had decided, it would be better for mine and everyone’s lives if I had a stop over in Edinburgh. That way I wouldn’t be too tired from driving and I’d have a day to acclimatise to the Scottish environment again. Also, my family would have chance to get together, gossip and figure out how they were going to keep me from my grandmother and how to keep me hidden the rest of my life. I remember going to Edinburgh as a child before getting moved to England to live with my mother’s sister. Driving through it now, the buildings seem less daunting and scary and the crowds less anxiety provoking. On the other hand, everything in this world as a child was terrifying to me.

From Newcastle to Inverness it, according to Google Maps anyway, it would take five hours to get there. I figured although I am desperate to see Malina again I needed time to sort myself out. And I doubted I could sit in my car for five hours without ending up submitting to the temptations of blaring out Chris Rea’s “Road to Hell,” If it appeared on my playlist.  I pulled into the village near Queensferry. I chose the place I was stopping at, at random and due to the fact, it was close to the bridge I needed to cross in the morning. I shivered at the forest I had passed to get here, damning myself for not doing my research properly. It was bad enough I was going back to a place with a large wood on its doorstep but stopping my first night in a place I didn’t know which also involved a large mass of trees this was asking for trouble.

Dragging my bag out of the car I got the feeling it was a typical village. Everyone knew each other and from the glances the place I was staying at was one of those inns that was there to more say they had one rather than for tourists. The musky smelling reception even had one of those bells, which I took pleasure in ringing profusely, on the ancient wooden desk.

“Can I help?” A bored voice sounded before an old lady appeared from a back room.

“I booked a room?” I had to question it considering I reserved it online and this place looked as if it hadn’t even seen dial up never mind WiFi. She smiled before shocking me and pulling out a Microsoft Surface tablet. Is it wrong to now expect my room to have a jacuzzi bath and a 40-inch TV with Netflix?

“What’s your name lassie?”

I sighed before giving my name, the familiarity of the Scottish accent made me feel warm inside, finally I felt home for the first time in ages.

“Room 4. It’s just up the stairs.”

No surprise, the room didn’t have a 40-inch tv. I think I am just thankful for the basic bath and TV though. I am just praying this place has hot water. I needed a soak. I didn’t exactly leave Mysie on good terms. She was adamant I wasn’t leaving. To which my reply was something along the lines of, I’m 25 and I can take care of myself. Thinking back at it probably not the right thing to say as that now leaves me wondering if I have a home to go back too. She’ll forgive me. Mysie had a memory of a goldfish, in my teenage years I constantly got away with sneaking out and not doing homework. She’d give me a warning and then give the same telling off the next time I did it.

Checking my phone, I noticed Mysie had tried calling fifteen times, the joys of putting my mobile on silent. Switching the volume back on but before I could even reach the zipper on my bag Pink’s Leave Me Alone (I’m Lonely) sounded. I forgot I put that as Mysie’s ring tone before I left, I couldn’t help but chuckle at the relevance now. Nonetheless, I answered it figuring one funeral this year was enough. Sympathy went to Mysie, looking after any teenager or young adult never mind me was enough but she also had anxiety issues, close to being on edge of a panic attack most of the time. I think her memory issues has something to do with the amount of times she disassociates.

“I’m still alive Mysie and no need to call the police on missing person just yet.” Real story, I’ve actually been a missing person five times since moving in with her, each time I’ve shown up with in ten hours of reporting.

“Where are you?” The shrill Newcastle voice came down on me.


“You’re visiting your grandmother.” She said not asked.

“No. I’m going to look for Nessie.” I replied sarcastically.

“Blair.” Mysie warned.

“I’ll keep you updated, but I have to do this.” I argued, I heard her huff on the other end, she knew especially with me being this far on the journey she couldn’t argue.

“I know you do. Just whatever happens remember I’m here for you.”

“I know you are.”

“Just keep in contact Blair and stay well.”

Falling back on the bed I found out the mattress isn’t going to be brilliant to sleep on. Talking with Mysie, I now felt guilty for leaving but I had to remember granny. She needed me now, even if she hadn’t seen me in about a decade.

After a day in Edinburgh, mostly shopping, I was in dire need of that bath and then bed. Despite the water didn’t get hotter than lukewarm and the bed was definition of uncomfortable, I felt beat. A brass band could march through and either they wouldn’t wake me up or I’d wake up screaming at them where they could shove each of their instruments and even how they could do it.

“Blair.” The female voice sang softly, it was familiar but still left me confused on if I was dreaming or this was real. I remember falling to sleep… I stood in a forest, surrounded by trees and darkness, I didn’t have chance to process my situation as a light suddenly appeared in the distance.

“Blair.” The musical voice came from the luminous presence.

“Hello?” I walked closer.

“Hello.” A curly red-haired woman smiled. She sat on the floor in a floaty green dress, with turquoise wings, patterned almost like a butterfly’s sticking out of her back. I tried to hide the horror. She was the woman who visited me in my dreams in childhood. However, back then I wouldn’t have recognised the similarities. Now I was older, it hit me. The woman looked like me. Only I didn’t have glitter strands running through my hair or obviously have wings.

“Who are you?” I shook, trying to remember what I called her as a child. I never asked her for her name. She was a fairy that’s all my childhood mind could process at the time. Stranger danger doesn’t apply to fairies or Santa.

“I was called Breena.”

“Was?” Oh god, don’t tell me I now see ghosts.

“It’s a long story. You’ll get to know some day.” Breena said still smirking.

“What do you mean?”

“Your grandmother is dying.” She stated, it wasn’t a question.

“How did you know?”

“Things are going to change for you, Blair.”

“You’re not answering any of my questions!” My temper was really getting the best of me, this Breena may look like me but obviously either knew too well or didn’t know at all how to really piss me off.

“I know everything you know. We are linked but only temporarily. There will come a time where I will disappear, and you will know everything I know.”

“But you’re not real.” I’m not sure if that’s me talking or the hundreds of therapists. Breena laughed before replying.

“As I said. Things are going to change.”

Wet. Something was licking my face. What? I doubted the old lady of the inn could handle a dog. And if she had cats I would know. I’d have been sneezing and in hives as soon as I walked through that door. I opened my eyes to find a dog hovering over me. Not just that but I was outside. In a forest.

“Not again.” I groaned, sitting up shoving my hair out of my face. Reason I hate places with forests. This happens. I’d go to sleep at night and wake up in the sunrise hours in some sort of woods.

“Toby what ye found!” A male voice shouted at the slobbering Labrador. “Aren’t ye cold lassie?” An old man appeared dressed in thick layers, I looked down realising I was only in pyjamas. Cursing in my head? Yes, I was.

“I’m fine. Best be getting back.” I tried to put on a Newcastle accent and laugh about it. Hopefully, he’ll come to the conclusion I’m some air-headed tourist on a hen-do or something what’s gone wrong.

“Are ye sure you’re ok?” He said as him and Toby followed me.

“I’m fine. It’s just a prank gone wrong.” Now thinking of it, the old lady at the inn might get some gossip out of this one. My muddy feet trudged back, I had gone deep into the forest, in the end Eric the owner of Toby walked me to the edge. Thankfully he promised not to say a word. I’m pretty sure though he’ll be back to tell his wife, Shona, everything and she’ll be on the next bus into town to tell all of her hair friends, turns out every Friday she has her hair done. Eric talked a lot on this walk. I think I would have preferred the company of the loopy Toby who ran into every mud puddle he could find, at least my head wouldn’t have been pounding as much and I’d have space to think.

Sneaking in through the front door was an epic fail. I could get away with it with Mysie and my parents but when the old lady was sat by the desk which was by the door, it’s sort of hard to get by. She looked up and down at my mud splattered nightwear and her mouth opened in shock. I didn’t justify it with any lie or excuse. Walking by, smiling at her like nothing had happened. She can make up her own story. Once I get cleaned up and changed, I’ll be leaving anyway.

Paying the lady of the inn I left, leaving a larger tip than I wanted, knowing she had to clean up the muddy footprints. I prayed and made a mental note that I was never returning to that village again. They’d have to kill me and drag my body back there, even then I’ll be dead but screaming I don’t wanna go because trust me I am not going to give up that easily.

Back in my car I was safe, I was awake, and I could finally get to thinking. It had been years since I had seen Breena. Before she used to tell me stories of her world, she was apparently a princess and her husband was a knight. As a child it was believable, but now? Fairy princesses don’t exist. If she was human, I’d have taken her words as a warning however, this figure had practically haunted my childhood is possibly the reason numerous times I have woken up in woodlands and the reason my sanity has been continuously questioned. I’m sorry but nope not believing in it. It was a dream and I am just sleepwalking again due to stress of my granny dying.

It is raining again as I hit the twenty-mile mark to Inverness. Something I’d need to get used to over the next few weeks. Though there was the slight problem that I didn’t exactly know where I’d be stopping over the next few weeks or however long I needed to stay. I mean I wanted to stay as long as granny lived but there was no way I could afford a hotel or paying for somewhere to stay. I hoped I could stay on the sofa in my grandmother’s house although it would be something that my family would criticise, financial help hadn’t really come from that side. I’d battled my way through life getting a part time job as soon as I hit sixteen. Mysie battled with enough demons to be taking care of me and listening to me wondering where my next outfit was coming from.

The roads were empty, sort of surprising. On the road as a child, my dad would constantly joke about how people queued up to see Loch Ness and the beauty of Inverness. I say joke… to be honest maybe he wasn’t joking. The place is beautiful. The constant scenery of Loch’s and greenery. If you get past the grey skies and fog, I was now facing. It wasn’t long before I hit the sign of my home village. Nerves started to heighten, the village was surrounded by forestry. One of the reasons I was glad to move away from here was because of that fact. It was harder to find me in a larger forest I spent a huge amount of my childhood being lost in it. I was back here for a reason. In the beginning I didn’t want to leave, the call back here seemed to become quieter as years went on.


Writing Project- Myths and Lies*- Chapter 12

* Originally Goddess of Change, however after some thinking I’ve decided to change the title.

Hades could be at Zeus’ meeting, which I’m betting is being held on Mount Olympus, right? That must be miles away from the Underworld. I toyed with the end of the white dress, dreading what could happen here.

Maybe Hades is really pissed off, or maybe he is plotting some evil plan. He made it clear he’s determined to get me down here fully. From what I’ve seen and heard his imagination has no bounds and his determination runs with the same rules.

What felt like hours past and Hades still hadn’t shown, I’m both disappointed and relieved. Two emotions I never thought I would feel together.

I wasted time counting and making patterns out of the pomegranates, finding the dry humour when I mindlessly created a smiley face on the floor with them. I wonder what Hades’ reaction would be if I left that there.

Then he appeared.

Standing silently leant against the wall. I looked away from him once he’d looked up from the ground.

“I can see you’re angry with me, I just think that’s unfair.” I muttered, keeping myself busy by picking up a pomegranate. “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t grow up knowing this could happen, or even who I am. From my point of view, you are after me because of my name. Technically you should be forcing my half-sister down here, she fits the rest of the categories.” I continued, Thanatos said she should be the one going through this. However, in that universe, I wouldn’t exist. Like the story, Sarah is the Goddess of spring, where that left me though, I have no idea.

“You think I should be interested in your sister?” He questioned, I wanted to correct him with, “Half-sister,” But again, he is giving me that feeling that would send most people running, possibly screaming, out of the window… Not caring they’re on the thirty-something floor.

His feet appeared at the ground beneath the shiny pomegranate I am staring at. Straight after he snatched it away tossing it to the side.

“Are you dictating what I should and shouldn’t do?” He interrogated. I have a feeling no one has really told Hades what to do, in a while anyway. I didn’t know what to tell him. On one hand, I could call him hypocrite as he’s telling me what to do, forcing me to move down here. I could tell him off for being irrational and controlling. On the other hand, this is Hades, God, ruler, king of the Underworld and we are currently in the Underworld. I knew looking at him whatever I said had ticked him off big time.

“I didn’t mean it!” I almost begged, afraid of the emotion he is showing.

“Turns out, I get to pick that servants punishment. I was going to let you pick the severity but evidently, we don’t understand each other as good as I thought.” He thought out loud. I knew what that means. He is going to let his imagination run wild with Herk’s sentence here in the Underworld.

“I’m trying to tell you this isn’t easy on me.” I restated while sinking to the ground. “At least with my half-sister you’ll have someone who knows and understands you! I grew up in a world that makes me question the sanity of your world! Honestly, when you first appeared I thought you were some escaped mental patient!”

“Yet you still followed me?” He enquired, sounding more interested then angry. He kneeled to the floor in front of me but I’m still not ready for looking at him again yet.

“I don’t know what I’m doing around you. Normally I think things through. With you my brain is actually acting like a teenage one, taking risks. You make me feel normal, despite the fact, I’m definitely not anymore.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” He asked.

“Not when you’ve grown up learning to accept a modern day human reality.” I grumbled.

“I didn’t have the easiest upbringing. I had to cope with fighting my, ‘so called parents,’ while learning to accept the other people they created and two who fought with me as my brothers. If you let it be, it can become easier. I don’t suggest fighting your mother and locking her away from an inescapable prison. You should see what I’m offering you as a way to escape from the prison she holds you in.” I glanced up at him. He wore a concerned look on his face, a look I hardly got. I ignored most things that would concern other people, or I avoided talking about them.

“Wouldn’t that mean this would become my prison?”

“At least I’d give you more options.” He said going into a sulk.

“I want options in the world I grew up in.”

“I’ve told you I’m not giving up easily.” He hovered. I probably need to write it down somewhere, ‘Hades is going to make sure you get here no matter what.’ Forget your life Alexa. I’m stuck in a controlling, eternal life with either, the Goddess of Harvest A.K.A mum, or the God of the Underworld A.K.A the man who gets your panties in a twist.

Morning couldn’t arrive soon enough. I awoke, my arms aching due to my idea of, ‘A five-minute nap,’ I decided to skip going to bed and laid my head on my arms while sitting at my desk. I’m actually considering saying yes to Hades, in hope I’d get a normal night’s sleep.

I groaned in frustration realising it’s early and the possibly of doing anything today is zero. I dragged myself out of my room, in hopes I would find something, anything that would put a little bit of happiness in my day. My stomach is hoping happiness came in the form of pancakes. As I got closer to the kitchen, the smell of maple syrup didn’t hit my nose.

“Morning honey.” Mum greeted, sitting up in the breakfast bar sipping sweet tea. I slumped forward muttering, “Hi,” My mission and attention heading towards the kettle for a caffeine fix in the form of proper tea. Not the decaf fruit variety my mum seems to survive on.

“How was-,” I began to ask then had to think about what name I should have given whatever she ran off too, “-Your meeting?”

“Zeus couldn’t get any answers from him. We still have no idea who he is working for. Unfortunately, I don’t think we will ever find out. Hades has Herk now.” She sighed as the kettle boiled.

“I’m sure once Hades’ head clears, he’ll realise what he’s supposed to be doing.” I shrugged. From what I have experienced, Hades’ head is hardly ever clear. It probably rivals mine on a normal day, only my head doesn’t tend to be as angry as his seems to get at times.

“Alexa, please stay away from him.” She begged. No matter how many people warned me that, I still had the same problem.

“He’s the one who keeps coming to me mum. If it was up to me, I would have run away as soon as this whole thing started. That way no one would be fighting over me.”

“I’m trying to do what’s best for you honey. You have a long time to decide what to do in life, I want to make sure your safe for the start of it.”

“So, what about Sarah? Is she really that safe travelling about the earth? She is Zeus’ daughter I figured that makes her a bigger target.”

“Sarah has her own form of protection. She grew up learning our ways.” If I had the same upbringing as my half-sister, I would be able to control my own life? I mentally screamed, in frustration, at that point. Somehow, I managed to push the emotion back.

“How about you go get dressed and I’ll make you some breakfast?” She then asked, distracting me efficiently. I knew there is no other way to approach this argument, which didn’t involve me having a go at her. Walking away seemed like the only option.

I’m hungry, in a way, it felt like I won… or my stomach has won. I wanted to patch things up with her; we’ve always had little fights. I put that down to the fact she is living with me and she is genetically the only one who could properly order me about when growing up. Either way, I still clung on to her slightly because I had nowhere else to go and she made herself approachable, you couldn’t help but ask for her. Also, I stuck to her because she cared, growing up with one parent, I depended on her for a grown-up shoulder to cry on.

“Mum?” I shouted as I stepped onto the first-floor landing from my attic bedroom. The clean up yesterday meant it took me a while to get ready. Everything’s in a different place, either because I felt like moving it or because it’s hiding the things that appeared from the Underworld.

“Mum!” I’m on the verge of screaming. She wouldn’t have gone out without telling me. I had no luck getting hold of her on my phone after I checked the kitchen.

Normally, if I couldn’t find or get in touch with her she would be out in the garden. I figured she might have been a bit unreasonable saying; Hades’ followers would be waiting for me. Herk yesterday wasn’t under Hades’ orders, technically, I managed to go out yesterday without been kidnapped by something that’s related to Hades. However, I’m not sure if Hades would be more determined today.

“Mum?” I called holding onto the plastic frame of the door while I balanced on one bare foot on the patio. I dared myself to step further out, to see if she could be in the shed at the bottom of the garden. I got to the grass line a few strides away from the open door.

“Mum, this isn’t funny anymore.” I hesitated. I got more worried when the hedge to my left began to rustle.

“Please not now.” I complained at whatever is hiding in the bush. I knew it wouldn’t be Hades; hiding in bushes would be deepest part of the Underworld beneath him. I want to say if my mum has gone, ‘I could do with the company,’ but I’m afraid what will show up, if I just had to announce that I believed in this stuff to get this fate.

I expected another dog but what came out of the hedge I did not expect.

The weird wispy smoke figures, I thought came out of Pandora’s box were heading for me.

I sprinted for the door panicking what could happen. Part of the way there, a heart attack ended up being a possibility as the ghost managed to grab some of my hair. The purple and grey floating figures proved to be abnormal managing to slow me down, it had enough strength to try and hold me for a second.

Thinking, in between the hassle, of it as ordinary smoke, I realised needed to blow or wave it away. With that I picked up the nearest thing, which ended up being a plastic chair. I’m glad Demeter is saving to buy new garden furniture for next summer. The chair managed to blow a hole in the monster as I swung it around.

The smoke broke up enough that it only kept hold of a few stray strands of my hair. Here’s to hoping Hades doesn’t do voodoo or sorcery in his spare time. I got in and closed the door as the smoke figure headed towards me again.

I sat and fell back on the heated linoleum flooring, catching my breath and wondering if I could play dead. Two things were against me, I am apparently immortal and I think trying to convince the God of the Underworld I am dead, will not have a positive outcome.

I had to find out where my mother is and how to stop the advances of Hades, all from a house that felt too big for one person. Also, I have the problem, my supposed father has appeared into my life and I have no way to contact him.

“So, Alexa, you wanted an independent life, you now have it.” I try not to make a habit of speaking to myself, especially when laid out on the kitchen floor. “Although in the original plan, independent life would have started at university. But life has given you the God of the Underworld to marry! Jees this is why I will never play the lottery… Someone shut me up.”

“Do you make a habit of talking to yourself on the kitchen floor?” Wow apparently, my dad can show up.

“No this is a one-time thing.” I said sitting up, if you had come a few moments earlier and could read minds you would have known that. “How did you get in?” Did super house protection not work on God of the Dead? I sort of hoped he found my keys from the other night… I think if he found them it would either mean he was following me, or somehow knew I lost them.

“The protection doesn’t work against immediate relatives. Plus, you called.”

“That does not make sense but nothing does anymore. Whether you have noticed, my mum has gone missing.”

“I’m going to send someone over to protect you.” He declared, no theory about where my mum is. I think he knows where she is. The sending someone over is just to stop me from going crazy, seeing that a few hours by myself I end up on the floor talking to myself.

I’m confused on what side Thanatos is on. Yesterday he appeared with Hades but if he were on Hades’ side, he would be trying to get me to go to the Underworld. I doubted he is fully on my side, considering he works for Hades.

If I did choose officially, that I wanted nothing to do with Hades, Thanatos would probably be considering going on the run by now. I think the whole separation for the past seventeen odd years proves he is not even considering taking my mother’s side.

“Can I invite friends over?” I didn’t want to have more conversations with myself and having a stranger in the house didn’t seem comforting.

It could be one of Hades’ plans driving me to the state that I had to run to him to have some contact with other people- Real people not social friends on the Internet. If I ended up in the Underworld and got left by myself, I may have to find my creative side.

“Yes. I’ll need to give them a check, to make sure they aren’t possessed.”

“Excuse me, one of my friends, practically lives with Athena and I doubt anyone will be interested in possessing my other friend, she occasionally tries to dye her hair with melted Popsicles, sleeps in a freezer and currently has a pet fire breathing chicken.”

He stared at me speechless, I could always count on Yuuki to shut others up. I’m not sure if I should mention she is originally a creation of Clotho. I’m even sure of Yuuki’s existence anymore. It hardly felt like somebody I could go announcing about if certain facts, I thought had been true were now false. Yuuki is anything like my mother’s hidden life; Yuuki might not even be her real name.

This may have been the worse aspect of this new life. Someone I thought I knew, through close friendships and growing up with her, maybe a stranger to me.

I’m starting to get a theory Yuuki stands around the corner waiting for me to call her over. That’s possibly why she’s, in my front garden, dragging a suitcase with her and wearing her pyjamas.

“Yuuki?” I tested, afraid to ask the other questions running through my mind.

“I’m moving in with you!”

“What?” I urged, well now I have new questions.

“Your mum called a few hours ago saying I can move into the spare room.”

“Did she say anything else?”

“I have to make sure I wake you up every four hours.”

“She didn’t say that she was leaving?”

“She left!?” Yuuki looked shocked then engulfed me in a hug, “Nante Koto, I never even thought of the possibility of that happening.” I eased her from me. I toyed with the personal question; I needed to ask it but the way to ask it, I couldn’t find a nice way to say it.

“Yuuki. You’re not my friend because of Clotho, right?” What would I do if the answer is yes? I don’t think I’d be able to cope…

Everything around me had been set up.

“Alexa. Clotho didn’t tell me her plan until a year after I met you! By then I think you knew I was stuck to you like that kid trying to lick the frozen railings. I’m a descendent of Yuki-Onna first and Clotho’s reality thing second. Besides, I had to stick around you. You were the only person who would come within two feet of me and I didn’t have to beat up due to nicking my frozen treats.” I sighed in relief, throwing my arms around her. I had to hold back the tears, I’m happy but I don’t fancy going into the tears of joy thing. Chances are in the current situation, I may be looking at an emotional breakdown. The whole of reality has shifted into what I’d consider, the delusional ward of the asylum.

“So, you are a part of Japanese mythology?” I mumbled, nearly eating her hair, we both refused to let go.

“I guess. I’ve got her genes; it’s an awesome thing, I think. Some people inherit, eye colour and health problems-,” She pulled back with a teeth showing grin on her face, “I inherited the trait of seducing murderess.” Only she would see that as something to smile about.

The original tales told of a woman who lead people into the snow and killed them, or left them in the middle of the blizzard to die. It kind of connected; Yuuki is attracted to the cold but also had the desire to compel people. If she found a man she liked the look of, it is hopeless for him to fight. As far as I know, Yuuki hadn’t killed anyone. Considering she is only eighteen, I may keep an eye on her death rate.

“Come on we will celebrate the last few hours of you been seventeen. I’ll call Sophia.” This means Yuuki is going to throw a monster party, only due to our social circle only involving three of us, monster is an over exaggeration. Although I’m sure if you say the right words Yuuki would be calling everyone on her contact list and flicking through the phone book in no time.

My mum has gone missing and Yuuki is throwing a party, this has to be a bad plan for distraction. I’m not particularly looking forward to this. I doubt any substance Yuuki is getting would help with my issue. On the plus side, maybe it would make tomorrow blur over. Perhaps, won’t remember I have my final test or that I’m housebound oh and it’s my birthday. One thing I felt is sure, my mum wouldn’t be back soon.

Sophia appeared with bags full of things I’m planning on drowning myself in.

“How many people are we allowed to invite over?” Yuuki yelled waving the house phone about, as I took a second mouthful of some overly sweet blue vodka. I knew this isn’t a good idea.

“I don’t care.” I groaned hitting my head on the side of the chair.

“Yuuki put the phone down!” Sophia screamed marching over to her.

“She’s all for it Soph! Besides this isn’t your house!” Yuuki argued, disappearing out of sight, around the doorframe with Sophia’s physical form. However, both could still be heard from my spot.

“It isn’t your house! And she’s depressed! She might agree to anything!”

“Let me get this straight. A massive let’s take your mind off things birthday party isn’t allowed. But giving the depressed girl alcohol is?”

“I’m not depressed! I was! Now I’m just miserable.” I interrupted loud enough that they would hear.

Both their heads appeared around the corner.

“You do realise if you threw a party she’d be that sulking girl in the corner?” Sophia hinted to Yuuki.

“It’s like any other party then, accept she’d be even more socially isolated.” Yuuki shrugged.

“Remind me again. Why am I friends with you two?” I asked.

Yuuki laughed before throwing herself on the sofa, narrowly avoiding me.

“We are the only two, who could put up with you. Besides imagine if Maria and co had to support you through this Goddess thing.” Yuuki shivered with dread at the last part.

“Yeah… She isn’t some weird freaky thing, is she?”

“Part nymph.” Sophia answered.

“She has an affinity with air. That’s why she walks like she is, “Floaty light,”” Yuuki smirked.

“Wait. So that isn’t her snobby, spoilt princess side showing.”

“Well, that didn’t make it any less conspicuous.” Sophia grimaced.

“We totally need to have this party! She’s thought all this time you were some plain boring human.”

“Hey, there is a, “Plain boring human,” In this room!”

“You’re my special ickle human. Besides take your family line back a few generations and you find Athena is your great, great, great grandmother.” It is at the back of my mind, the puzzle of how Athena is Sophia’s aunt. Athena is a Goddess and Sophia other isn’t even half but they are still related by distant blood.

“When you call people special. Will you get rid of that tone that suggests you think they are retarded?” Sophia pointed out bluntly.

“Sophia, my special friend. Can we throw a party?”

“Sarcasm isn’t going to help either. No, you aren’t going to get me drunk enough to say yes.”

“Can we at least make one prank call?”

“Yuuki, you’re eighteen not fifteen.”

She curled up to sulk after that.

“Fine, it’s a party of three then.” The low mood didn’t last long. Yuuki, being Yuuki, didn’t find amusement in alcohol in the bottle. She found amusement in the bottle, by blowing and playing music.

An hour into Yuuki’s plan, the effects of my lifestyle kicked in. I never had much alcohol and I’m running on an empty stomach. Everything is a blur. Sophia resulted to laying me down on the sofa as I giggled at every little thing.

“I think-” I stated only to be quickly interrupted by Yuuki.

“No in your state you do not think, you just breathe, stay on that sofa and do not move. I should have remembered you never really had alcohol before. You’ve had like two alchopops and one shot of sake. If you end up in the Underworld you’d better hope they don’t have any serious parties.” Yuuki ranted.

“Leave her be, she’s had a tough day. Maybe you should sleep it off.” Sophia suggested.

“I don’t wanna sleep,” I groaned.

“If you say you want to go flying, I will hunt down some chloroform.” Yuuki ordered.

“No I think that’s your drunken desire Yuuki.”

“You know, I sort of love you guys, you don’t really get enough credit-” I droned, while waving my arms in the air.

“Again, I will hunt down chloroform if you turn out to be an emotional drunk.” Yuuki warned.

“Have you been watching murder mysteries again?” Sophia demanded. Common thing, if Yuuki watches a murder drama she will spend the next day threatening the cause of death or interesting element in it onto other people.

“We don’t have sleepy smelly things in this house.” I yawned.

“Wow, no calling the chemical by what it’s made up of? Alexa, what are the chances you have everything you need to make chloroform in is house?”

“Hey. You’re the one who suggested this!” Sophia scolded.

“Yes, but I planned this to go on all night. It’s not even ten and she’s out of it.”

“Then you need to be figuring out how to sober me up.” I said, swinging my legs around to sit up.

“No, wait I have an idea!” Yuuki announced. I glanced at her the alcohol making me interested rather than suspicious, “Truth or dare.” Yuuki grinned.

“Right bed!” Sophia commanded, shooting up.

“Why?” Yuuki moaned.

“Alexa is drunk, you take that game way too seriously and far.” Sophia answered as I started giggling finding her serious voice amusing.

“Ok, Alexa, truth or dare?” Yuuki continued.


“Alexa! Bed!”

“But-.” I tried to say as Sophia tugged me up. Someone is on a mission.

“You do remember she sleeps in the attic, right?”

“Fine, you sleep on the sofa.” Sophia instructed, forcing me to lie back on the couch. Glad, we don’t have a leather sofa now.

Next thing I knew is Sophia’s chasing Yuuki out of the lamp lit living room and sliding the doors shut.

“Okay, I am never, ever, ever, ever, going to drink again.” I groaned to myself, I don’t think I’ll remember this in the morning. I tried flipping over, onto my side, only to fall on the floor with a thump.

“Ow.” I could have got off the floor, but of course I’m not about to.

“Weird,” I yawned, ignoring the moment of the doors opening and closing, stretching out in the narrow gap between the pine coffee table and the sofa.

I might be intoxicated; I still sensed movement creeping on the other side of the table. I still couldn’t be bothered to get up.

“If it’s you ghosty things… Oh I can’t think of anything, leave me alone,” My threat ended up as a groan. I doubt I am going to scare anything off soon. I came up with the theory; it might have been Yuuki, it made me I feel less bothered, although I expected her to jump out any second.

Something or someone suddenly grabbed my bare leg then pulled it. My left leg is straight, no longer leaning on my right that is curled up on the side of the wooden table. My mouth got covered quickly silencing the scream that I didn’t even have the chance to vocalise.

The owner of the hand hushed me. My heart decided then it is going to practice Olympic style gymnastics. Fighting that feeling, I whimpered under his hand in fear.

There is no way he can be here.

Hades swapped his hand and pressed one finger against my lips.

I wanted to know how he got in. I also thought of asking, “Why?” But I may already have the answer to that. This led me to question that I should be asking myself. Why am I not making escape plans?

“How?” I finally mumbled against Hades finger. He sat back allowing me to sit up, which isn’t that much of a good idea, I ended up leaning against the sofa facing him while he’s sitting sideways to me.

This could end up awkward, if I had learned anything; alcohol damaged what is left of my, ‘shut up,’ button. I have enough restraint, thankfully, to not go on a drunken girly giggly fit because I find him handsome.

Hades reached in his jeans pocket and pulled out a pink keychain. I’ve found my keys! I doubt Hades is making a sneaky secret house call to give me back my keys.

I made a grab for the keys only for him to pull them back and me to fall forward. My natural reaction is to put my hands out in front of me. I wasn’t thinking where I put them. My left arm just missed skimming Hades’ chest, my other hand landed on his left inner thigh. Blood ran to my face. My heart won gold in gymnastics.

I wanted to move back but as I looked up at him I’m trapped. I’m still getting used to being this close to a guy this long. Normally, I would be running at this point. I should be screaming.

Moments later I finally got my arm to obey and pulled it away while I tried to make more room in between us. I could feel my body try and push back in protest when I did.

“You shouldn’t be here.” I grumbled turning, sitting sideways to him. I’m trying to ignore everything else my mind and the alcohol is saying.

“Well you shouldn’t be drinking. I guess we are both breaking the law.” He argued back. I believe in a game of chess; he would be calling check by that point.

“It’s not illegal if it is in the person’s own home.”

“Only if said person is supervised by parent or guardian.”

“Why are we talking about me being under aged by a few hours when you’re doing the trespassing? Pretty sure you’d get longer in jail.”

“Well start screaming then,” He threatened leaning into the space I had made.

I could see him staring at me, daring me, out of the corner of my eye.

I’m conflicted.

It isn’t because he is there which made me scream. It is the argument in my mind about what I should do.

When Yuuki and Sophia ran in, Hades had disappeared, leaving me speechless.

“What’s wrong?” They both demanded leaning on the doors.

“I thought I saw something.” I blurted, thinking of no other excuse. Both, of them sighed and Sophia rolled her eyes.

“Right, I’m getting the camomile tea out.” Sophia declared walking off.

“What did you see?” Yuuki asked sounding interested or she could have seen though my lie, “First time I got drunk, I thought I saw a dancing lantern… Turned out in the morning. I was actually seeing a dancing lantern… It was a Chochinobake or a paper lantern ghost or a type of Tsukumogami.” She droned, even when I’m drunk, mythology haunts me. Adding Japanese in there made me more confused.

“A what-a?”

“It’s an object what has reached their 100th birthday, it’s believed that they have become alive and aware,” Still made no sense.

“Tea and blanket.” Sophia announced.

They didn’t leave until I was on the sofa half asleep. I tossed over onto my side curling up, listening to Yuuki and Sophia’s conversation or I tried. My ears were more focused on little movements then any words. I listened for any movement that could signal that Hades is hiding in the room.

I tried to stay awake. I learned ages ago, you couldn’t fight the inevitable.

Writing Project- Goddess of Change- Chapter 11

I could easily get out of here, nip to school, pick a few things up and head back. Drinking the rest of my tea, I saw this as more of a test. If I could make it out the front door and the garden, then it couldn’t be that much of a problem. My mum had disappeared again; I ran across the hall heading to the front door.

When I got out of the gate, I figured it’s safe enough to walk. Gradually, paranoia swamped me, whilst my journey continued. Normally taking the back route to the school is left for emergencies, it’s a path in between two rows of semi-detached houses. No one would ever think I was going this way. That’s what I thought anyway.

I jumped out of my skin when I heard my name being sung out, there was no one around, but it gave me enough proof that someone knew I am here. Freaking out, I scrambled over the nearest fence before thinking of it.

I landed in the garden that had the sprinklers on. My attention got brought off the detail, I am getting soaked and onto the fact the owner of the house, is standing, staring at me looking unimpressed.

“Hi, Iris.” I muttered, unsure if I should be approaching her or climbing back over the fence. The seriousness of her face made something make sense in my head.

 I wanted to groan out loud but I managed to hold it back. Iris, Goddess of… I looked around at the water shining off the sun… Rainbows.

“Who do you want me to call?” She probed. I knew the actual question is who do you want me to contact to collect you? Hades or your mother?

“Can you just forget this?”

“Get in my house. I’ll call someone.” She instructed. She is in charge of rainbows but she doesn’t suggest the sunshine, lollipop song with that attitude.

I have never been in her house; I only knew Iris through my mum. Iris’ hallway, which is where I stopped, is predominantly blue. I began to wonder if other rooms of the house were strictly block rainbow colours. Iris left into a different room, to get the phone.

Taking that to my advantage, I darted out of the front door.

I ran to the one place I figured I knew better than anyone. Once I got far into the maze of trees I leant back against a trunk, gripping my hair at its roots. I got distracted moments later. A few brown leaves dropped on me. It’s mid-summer the leaves shouldn’t be dropping.


Hearing my mum’s voice, I freaked. I could have continued to run on ground but I would get out of breath and be easier to get. I went with my strengths; I climbed the tree I had been against.

 Someone decided, sometime in my childhood, to try and build a platform far off the ground. Either my subconscious predicted I’m going to do this and decided to make me run out of breath near this tree, or for once I’m lucky.

 Once I got to stand on the platform, Iris, my mother and Hades were below me. It looks as if Iris called both, or one of them overheard I am on the run.

“Are you sure she went this way?” My mum asked Iris.

“She headed in the direction of the woods. I’m only guessing she could be here.” Iris informed.

Hades said nothing; he stood propped against the base of tree I’m standing on.

“Shouldn’t you be helping?” Mum demanded pointing at Hades.

“I could. But I’m enjoying this too much.” I could imagine the smile on his face. “Besides you wouldn’t like the deal I’d purpose.” He continued, this made mum storm off followed closely by Iris. Hades stayed by the tree, till my mum was out of eyesight, he then stepped forward.

“Are you going to stay up there all day?” Hades called. Out of shock and hoping he’d think he’s wrong, I stayed quiet. How could he know? I made sure I didn’t make any sound or sign of the possibility that I would be around here.

“Persephone.” He said, like he knew what I am hoping that I wanted him to think he is wrong.

“You can’t make me come down.” I shouted back.

“Sure. Honestly, you’re going to have to come down from there soon.” Tiredness and hunger, were all things he is probably hoping would bring me down. I had to find another way down from here. I slumped against the trunk of the tree, trying not to admit defeat.

“How did you know I’m up here?” I questioned softly. Come to think of it, this is about the second time he’s known something when I hadn’t given any sign. The first time, when we met in the red room, he knew I my thoughts were flustered and I wanted to be taken away from all this.

“Shinigami blood, remember. If you’re close enough, I’ll find you.”

“What about this whole thing, what makes it look like you are reading my mind?”

He gave out a short snicker, “I don’t find you that hard to read. When it looks like you’re over thinking things it is actually quite amusing.” Yuuki and Sophia had pointed that out to me before, to the point at exams they tried smuggling popcorn in.

 “I can’t find her!” Demeter exclaimed nervously, marching back.  Hades had a similar reaction to mine, only I had to hold back my laugh. I still listened into the conversation while looking for a place to go. Besides dropping fourteen feet down there isn’t anywhere to go. Going up isn’t really an option, I am afraid if I fell the height it might hurt more. My only other option, jumping onto another branch across from me seemed like the best option.

“What are you so amused about?” Mum demanded. I am calculating how far I would have to run and jump across this branch to get onto the next tree.

Something must have hinted to her to look up.

“Alexa!” She screamed. I am amazed that didn’t make me fall off. “Get down this instant!”

“I’m not coming down!” I yelled back, not sure if I should be going through my demands on what it will take to get me down.

Not that anyone would agree to my demands.

“Alexa, this is childish!”

“Yes mother, this is. But considering you seem to want to keep me at home for the rest of my life, you must want a child!”

I ran at that point, unnerving only when I leaped. My hands slipped on the rough wood, the bandage catching in the crevices probably saving me more, surprisingly the hand injury doesn’t hurt. Finally, I succeeded getting grip on the branch above and pulling my weight onto it. My mother’s anxiety showed at that point. I hadn’t made it to the branch I wanted but at least I’m still on a tree and not on the ground.

“We have to get her down.” Iris muttered, as I made it onto sitting on a tree arm. “Hades can’t you-.” Iris began to ask.

“What? And stop my fun? I haven’t seen Demeter squirm this much since 1816, when there wasn’t a summer.” He chuckled.

“Alexa! Please come down!’ My mum pleaded. I sighed, leaning back. If I came down now, that would be giving into them.

“Let’s leave her for a while.” Hades said. I peeked out to look below me. The women in the group were looking up at me with questioning looks, like they were expecting me to do something stupid. Hades isn’t making eye contact with me at all. Instead I got the sense, as he is staring at Iris and my mother, he is waiting for them to leave.

“Alexa. You’d better be home soon!” My mum shouted, I’ll give her credit, she had found her brave face, making it sound like we were on the phone and she is requesting me back from a trip to the shops.

I wanted to sigh in relief that they were finally giving up. Even Hades stunned me by walking away. Once the area underneath my branch became clear, I began to get suspicious that someone, who had left, would jump out once I got down. I knew I couldn’t stay up here for long. The width of the branch meant one wrong move and I would slip and fall off. On a snap decision, I began to climb down after waiting a while making sure no one is out there.

 Every few steps, I kept looking back. That is my mistake, not looking where I am going. I ended up running into something, something turned out to be someone. I looked up to find, I had run into the side of Herk.

I can’t exactly ask what he is doing here. I am on the edge of the forest running into someone, who appeared to have been casually jogging on the pavement; I appeared to be the odd one.

“S-Sorry.” I stuttered. I guess he is unlucky. A moment later and I would have missed him.

He laughed lightly, before holding out a hand to drag me out of the shrubbery, “It’s ok.” He then proceeded to pick, what I could guess as nature life out of my hair.

         “What were you running from?” He then asked as we began to walk forward down the path.

“My imagination,” I sighed stepping to the side to create a gap. The uncomfortable proximity feeling is appearing, angry that I had let him help me up.

         “Having trouble adapting?” He asked. I paused to stare at him then groaned while rolling my eyes.

“Is everyone in this flaming town in this, apart from me?” I screamed, gaining the attention of an elderly couple gardening over the road.  A strained look crossed Herk’s face.

“Well, not everyone. A few select people. It’s a small town, I can say about a quarter of the population of this town might have a connection to us.”

“Do me a favour. You’re strong, right?” I started; Herk did the vain thing of smirking as he glanced at the muscle on his arms. “Hit me hard enough on the head, to give me amnesia, hopefully, I’ll forget about this thing.”

“Not happening.” He laughed. “Besides, now you know, it will keep coming back to haunt you.”

         I whimpered, falling back onto the slanted side in between the long grass that grew there.

“Leave me here then.” I groaned, defeated. He did the opposite.

“Come on lazy. I know you’re a modern-day Goddess but you still have a standard to keep up.”  I really want to go back to the world where, “Modern day Goddess,” Is a compliment, not a job title.

         I underestimated his strength or maybe I overestimated how much I weighed. He pulled me up and began carrying me down the path. I screamed as he tossed me under his arm to carry me comfortably. Normally, when been dragged backwards, I freaked because I couldn’t see where I am going. In this case, the proximity and the fact I couldn’t see where we were going, is the reason I felt like a lost wimpy kid facing the prospect of going in a haunted house.

“Herk. Please put me down!” I coughed.

“Calm down, Persephone.”

         “Don’t call me that!” Why is he calling me that now? Many people at school, especially in my form, knew my middle name. They knew, never to speak of it, never mind say it to my face. “Put me down!” I demanded, trying my best to hit him, only my modesty made me avoid hitting is butt. It isn’t long before we reached the end of the street that led onto a field.

Herk threw me onto the ground. My self-restraint on my anger began to crumble, getting to be fed up of the treatment I had been through the past few hours.

“Who are you?” I screeched. Believing the name, ‘Hercules,’ is a cover to get on his good side. Ok, to me he was another person up till a few days ago. If I did come into this mythology belief thing easily, it would be a common first thought Hercules is probably a good guy… Judging him from the Disney movie anyway.

         He came closer, I tried to move back only to run out of space because of a wooden fence. On the bright side, at least it isn’t an electric fence. I gulped; he got closer and knelt on his knees.

“I’m on a job from someone who wants you to stay away from Hades.” Hasn’t everyone seen me trying to run away from him? Consider me warned, I’ll try and stay away from him! You’re going to have to deliver him a similar message though!

Herk, grabbed my chin smirking.

I flinched and attempted to smack him away only to fail. His hand then began to wander up my thigh. My reaction is to tell him where to go and kick him in the leg, which gained me an evil glare.

“She told me to keep an eye on you, but I guess I deserve a bit of fun. Your blood at the moment could cause quite a bit of chaos in the mortal world.” That threat boiled under my skin, he’d come here to bring me a warning and he is throwing the whole world into the plan.

“Don’t touch me.” I sneered, batting away his hand; it seemed useless trying to push his full body away.

         “What are you going to do? You probably don’t even know what your power is yet.” He grinned. I snapped at that point. I wasn’t born with a short temper. There is probably a good reason for that.

“I have had enough!” I screamed at the same moment I kicked my legs from under him and shoved him back with some unknown strength. “I am fed up with you people messing with me.” I yelled, standing over him with one foot holding him down.

The thought, “Could I get away with murder?” Crossed my mind, going as far as to imagine snapping his neck. Well he did want to torture me I call this self-defence. Pretty sure Gods and Goddess’ before me have killed for less.

He can easily knock me off. I’m not sure if he is petrified or just unable to move. His chest showed no signs that he is breathing, but there were still signs of life in his eyes, that for me is enough to go on.

“Since this whole bloody thing started it has been one gigantic torture Alexa moment! If I include you, I’ve had two possibly three attempts on my life! I do not care if I am immortal!” I fumed, pressing my foot down on him further. I could have gone on. Out of nowhere, I got hauled backwards.

“Persephone, calm down.”

‘Let me go! I need to kill something!” I shrieked; kicking with every step back Hades took. Thanatos is in front of me helping Herk, who took a big gulp of oxygen.

         “What were you doing?” Thanatos commanded.

“She was trying to kill me, the insane-.” He gained a few angry glances for that.

“Insane?” I mimicked through gritted teeth. Hades clamped me further down holding me against him as I struggled more to attack Herk. I elbowed Hades in the stomach, making him inaudibly hiss in pain but he still didn’t give up. “That was self-defence moron! Unless you can come up with some proof, pinning a girl up against a fence saying, “You were going to use her blood to throw the mortal world into, chaos,” Doesn’t seem like a threat in this age!”

         “What?” Hades’ restraint is off me but he was in front of me before I could launch myself forward.

“It was a joke.” Herk tried to laugh. Fear crossed Herk’s face as Hades stepped forward.

“You should know we do not take these kinds of threats lightly.” Thanatos said calmly. “You’re old enough to know, threatening anyone with a close connection to the three brothers has its consequences. Threatening to take a new God or Goddesses blood is enough that Zeus will be involved.”

 Herk has ticked two boxes there. Messing about with Hades, Poseidon or Zeus? Check off the box Hades and then tick the other thing Thanatos mentioned.

“If you are lucky, he will decide your punishment.” Hades sneered grabbing Herk by the throat. “If I get to decide I won’t hold back. You know I’m the more imaginative one.”  He smirked evilly. Even I felt a shiver, when Hades said that. It was enough to send my, “Ms Hyde,” State running to the back of my head.

“Take him.” Hades announced, aggressively shoving Herk back towards Thanatos, who then disappeared.

         “I could have handled myself.” I said stubbornly, before Hades could turn to me.

“The way you were handling it; he would have died. From the looks of things, you didn’t even know you were killing him. I don’t think you are ready to handle the emotional responsibilities of killing someone yet.” He said turning to me and then placing a hand on the side of my face.  Immediately any negative emotion that remained melted away. It is like as he delicately stroked the skin of my cheek he was erasing the angry part of my mind. What he said slowly made sense. If I had been responsible of killing Herk, once my head had cleared and I realised what I had done I would have been a wreck.

         “Who is he?” I finally inquired, wanting to know the truth of who had been in my class for the past decade.

“He’s a follower of the Underworld. God’s occasionally prolong the lives of their worshipers to sort out their work on earth… That man who brought you to me in the enclosed temple is also in that league…” He then paused, thinking for a second, “Let’s go for a walk.” Hades suddenly said. I’m surprised and confused, isn’t this supposed to be the moment where he forcefully tries dragging me off to the Underworld? He smiled taking my hand, walking me back down the road I had been carried down.

“It’s your birthday in one day, right?” He asked. The old gardening couple glanced up. This time, instead of giving a look in disgust due to my behaviour, they seemed more nervous. My theories were they either knew who Hades is or Hades’ gives off an aura and it spreads to the nearest living thing. For my sake, I’m hoping the first. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to cope trying to accept the actual existence of auras and people actually being able to feel them.

         “Yes.” I sighed. Following him back into the woods. To others, a man leading a girl into a forest may seem like cause for concern. Weirdly, I didn’t feel suspicious about it with him being here.

“You don’t seem excited.”

“I’ve been told I’m going to live forever. Birthdays hardly seem a big thing now.”

“Enjoy them when you can.” He laughed lightly, “Or else you’ll definitely be in trouble when you get to my age.”

         “Yeah, the age thing doesn’t make you seem too attractive.” I giggled; he pulled a face. Distracted in my laughter he pulled me down onto the grass.

         “So, I’m not attractive?” He said his form hovering over mine.

“I didn’t say that!” I pouted. Even if I could help it, his arms either side of my head meant I couldn’t exactly look anywhere but his face.

“Oh, so I am attractive?”

“I didn’t say that either!”

“Really, Persephone you could hurt a guy’s feelings.”  I gave him an unimpressed look for using the P name. “I’m not calling you anything different. When we are alone anyway.”

         “This has turned into a weird walk.” I noted.

“I guess it has.” He said, looking up then moving off me.

“Fine, I guess, you are attractive then.” I shrugged sitting up. Hades turned his head in break neck speed, showing a menacing yet seductive smile. I tried to look scared but the captivating smile, made me eager in anticipation.

I wanted to live in that cloud where Hades put me in my head; at least I would stop worrying. I’m not sure I could cope with living in that cloud all the time, especially when it means my body would have to live in the Underworld.

“Stop in the Underworld with me.” He smiled; he knew he had me under his spell.

 I almost agreed to go.

“I don’t think I want to.” I mumbled, almost inaudible to ears as I shook my head. Hades let out a sigh of frustration making me jump slightly.

         “Damn it, Persephone.”  He growled, I guess he was certain flirting and seduction would work. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this. Start saying your goodbyes. Because I’m getting you and I don’t care if you have decided or not.” He kissed me, forcefully like to leave a mark before leaving me on the ground shocked and scared.

         Somehow, I wandered home not realising where I am until my mum spoke to me as the door clicked shut behind me.

“I have to head out; Zeus needs to see me about… that incident that you were involved in. I’ll be back later. Food is on the side, try and get some sleep. Do not go out.” She yapped, moving around while fussing with her coat and ensuring her appearance is perfect. It showed how much attention she is putting in her appearance considering she is telling me to try and get some sleep.

         “Be careful, okay.” She smiled, softly pecking me on the forehead before leaving. I slumped into the kitchen passing whatever my mother had cooked, which she left on the island, and headed to the cupboard with the chocolate spread. Once grabbing the jar, ignoring any cutlery and began dipping my fingers into the chocolate. Well, I’m the only person who really eats it anyway, so my chocolate spread, and my germs, my DNA.

 I crawled up to my room with my, ‘dinner,’ not looking forward to tonight’s sleep. I am tired enough to admit I needed to sleep but I am also debating going on a caffeine binge till I’m sure Hades might have calmed down.

The tiredness ended up talking me into a, “Five minute,” Nap thinking it wouldn’t hurt and I would wake up in a short while.

Writing Project- Goddess of Change- Chapter 10

Chapter 10




I lay on the comforting rouge carpet on my side, still feeling tired. Exhaling, I tossed over onto my back. The ceiling seemed too high for this room; I almost expected something to sweep down from the black surface. I closed my eyes to block it out, unable to ignore the creepy feeling. It is like Hades has designed this room to give an uncomfortable impression whenever I’m left alone in here.

I suspected he’s near, although I’m early from our normal meeting time. I still didn’t move, if he could see me, he might think I’m asleep and leave.

Instead of going, Hades moved closer.

The jolt of being lifted made me open my eyes to find I’m being cradled. Hades shifted the top of my dress down slightly to look fully at the new mark. He seemed to show some interest to it.

Looking at the mark, the circle was now a silver colour and inside it is a black tree covered in bronze and red leaves. My mind wondered to other things that didn’t involve decoding semiotics. It felt awkward enough with a guy knowingly staring at my chest and a tattoo I couldn’t really explain.

“What does yours look like?” I thought out loud. I peeked up at him and his soft smile. He moved his arms, and continued to remove his t-shirt.

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Writing Project- Goddess of Change- Chapter 9

Sitting up gasping for air back in my bed, I faced the realisation my mum had been trying to wake me up. Reactively, I clung onto her, still sensing the angry Hades I had left.

“What happened?” Knowing I had another nightmare only she didn’t catch on how bad it is.

“Pomegranate,” The only thing I managed to exhale.

“He got to you?” She sounded more horrified than I am. I’m not sure why she is balancing on petrified territory; she isn’t the one who has been playing pomegranate mouth tennis in a dream world with a real man.

“I didn’t eat anything,” I breathed suddenly feeling a surge of blood to my head and I began feeling dizzy again.

“He talked to you?” Why she found this surprising that Hades talked to me, I have no idea. I nodded my reply.

“I’ll have to get your fathers brother involved.”

“Who?” I knew little of my mother’s family before this whole news was dropped on me. Any news about father connections I got interested. I’ve found out that my dad may possibly be the God of Death, family history on that side looked pretty dark and slightly more interesting.

“Solomon is your fathers brother. He’s normally known as Hypnos.”

“My uncle has been treating me for night terrors? Hades is right. This is stressful.” I groaned falling back onto my pillows.

“He said what?” She protested.

“Mum really I’m too tired.” I wanted nothing more than to throw the quilt over my head, hoping I could get some decent sleep. Deep down I knew it is Hades wanting to finish our pomegranate session. The part of me, which still didn’t believe in this stuff, is telling me I’m tired due to lack of sleep. More irritatingly, there is also a growing part of me that wants to go to sleep just for another lip locking session.

“You cannot go back to sleep!”

“Fine, I’ll go to school and see uncle Hypno after.” I grumbled pulling myself up again.

“You can’t go outside. There will be at least two of Hades slaves waiting to kidnap you.”

“Are you sure that’s not paranoia?” I groaned. I am not willing to spend the rest of my days in this house. I’ll accept being off today because of Yuuki’s goodie bag packing, but more than 48 hours stopping in this house? I’ll become annoyed. The whole Goddess thing makes it worse, turns out I’m immortal! I guess I could start my tidying out my wardrobe, looking at it. It’s a mess.

“He’s trying to get to you through your dreams, chances are he has someone waiting for you to leave the house in this world too.”

“Can’t they storm the house?”

“The house is protected.” I didn’t even want to ask her to explain that. I sighed, sliding to the floor to dig through the pile of clothes at the bottom of my closet, while my mum disappeared. Half of the clothes, I didn’t even remember owning.

It couldn’t have been that long since I dug through this. Unless Yuuki had been buying clothes, she would never wear, then throwing them in here on her multiple visits. Worryingly, most of them didn’t seem like things she would buy. They were too plain and delicate; they were more like things I’d buy for myself than she’d buy.

Then I found the dress. Silky white chiffon. I fell back, nearly hitting my head on the bedpost, in horror, not letting the dress leave my sight. The chill struck through me. I scampered back pressing my back on the wooden board at the foot of my bed. This had to have happened before this protection or whatever they call it right?

I plucked up the courage, telling myself there is no reason to be afraid of clothes. With the first hit of the courage I went to check the bag I threw in my wardrobe. At the bottom of the purse, I found the silver and diamond necklace. A sense of dread hit me; the diamond being pink wasn’t an aspect of my nightmare. I doubted I imagined the diamond being a normal colour. I’m kidding myself, still part if me wouldn’t admit it.

In a way, the chain looked more like a choker. I’m not sure if it’s Hades being sweet or trying to be funny. I wanted to test out if the chain is shorter outside the nightmare; this is when I knew I needed to occupy myself. I’m not sure what to do with all this, especially the necklace.

I decided on taking a break. I wanted time to stop for a few moments. My mind is too full and jumbled. I kept the necklace in the pocket of my hooded top, holding it in my fist while walking down the stairs. I didn’t want it falling out and somehow getting damaged. It felt stupid worrying about something, that didn’t mean anything to me. In fact, I should probably be trying to get rid of it.

The necklace came from him. It would remind me of Hades, and get my head even more screwed up.

The thought that if I stepped outside, I may end up being caught by one of Hades’ cronies didn’t really bother me. My mum is probably over exaggerating anyway.

When opening the door, I wasn’t exactly faced with a monster. She has been known to turn into one but the smile on her face said different.

“Yuuki? What are you doing sitting on my doorstep?” I knew Yuuki had a strange working mind but this must be in her top ten weird things she has done. She still has her hands she could have easily knocked. Actually, I wouldn’t have put it past her to bang her head on the door.

“I was bored.” She shrugged. I stared at her blankly.

“School?” I hinted. More to remind here she should be there, in an exam.

“Yeah, I was bored of school.” Again, my mind went blank.

“I’ve been fed up of school plenty of times. Loads of people have! They don’t just walk out! Wait. Why did you choose to camp out here?” There are plenty of places she could have gone. Probably less suspecting places she could have hidden. Chances are this is the first place the school would look if they were on a Yuuki hunt.

“I’m on a mission!” She sang. I was about the slam the door on her then. The last time she said that in such an optimistic tone, I ended up being tied to a fence.

“No. I didn’t come up with this one!” Yuuki hurriedly said, shooting to her feet.

“Yeah. Because that will make me have more faith in your plan.” Some stranger might be telling her what to do. Knowing her she might be doing this for some cartoon character thing.

“Come with me!” She reacted tugging me out of the house.

“Yuuki!” I hollered falling out of the door.


I didn’t step out into the front garden.

There’s no warm sun or green grass. Instead my slipper covered feet took steps on inches’ deep snow and into the cold. Even with the winter environment, there were pale albino children playing in the playground we were in.

One child stood out. On the swing is a tanned skin; black haired girl, looking amused at all the kids running around laughing.

“Yuuki. Where are we?” I asked, wondering if I should be demanding rather than being polite.

“I’m not entirely sure. I came here as a kid. Come on Clotho, wants to see you.” Yuuki tried to pull me by the wrist further into the playground. I still had question that needed answering before we went anywhere.

“What do you mean you used to come here?”

“It’s a weird thing. At times when I wanted to escape, I came here. Clotho, is in charge…”

“Clotho. You mean The Fate?” I asked peeking over to the girl dressed in red. She made no effort to blend in. Everything about her stood out in the snow, whereas the rest of the children almost blended into it.

It made sense. The shorthaired girl is Clotho. There’s no other reason, I could think of, why a child stood out from all the norms here. Although what didn’t make sense, Yuuki came here and her dark hair and dress sense didn’t fit in with Clotho’s apparent style for this, whatever it is.

Clotho is one of the three Fates and if I remembered is right, she is the one responsible for creating life.

“Yes. Err watch out. She has a bit of a temper.” Yuuki coughed, attempting to take me to the girl. While we walked none of the other kids took any notice. I doubted visitors here were a common thing… Especially visitors wearing slippers and pink and black pyjamas.

“You can leave us Yuuki.” Clotho dictated, waving her off. Clotho stopped rocking on her swing. “I know you have enough intelligence in you, so we can skip the introductions. I know who you are. You should have guessed who I am.”

“Where are we?” I muttered, glancing about again.

“We are in between places. In this place nothing changes, my sisters call it my sandbox. It’s the place I can create the strands of life and preserve them. These children carry the immortal life lines of future Gods and Goddesses.” So, technically we are standing in a massive cryogenic freezer.

“I came from one of these?” I pointed at the kids with a blank look on my face. If this is true, I have a feeling the only time some of the Gods and Goddesses did as they were told was before they were born in the real world.

“No. Like the first six, Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Demeter, Aphrodite and Hera, your lifeline wasn’t created years in advance. For us Fates you were unplanned. We can’t give someone with immortal blood a human strand. Before you ask, humans come from a template that always changes. Their strands can be created in an instant without any second thought. Immortals need templates what don’t change. We use these, picking off the immortal strands, add certain aspects to their fates.” Clotho will give me a headache. Everything she said could have deeper meaning. It’s like decoding a Bronte novel in English Literature. What’s wrong with saying immortals hate change?

She jumped off the swing, while I’m secretly trying to figure out why she is telling me this.

“Anyway, that’s the book of answers on background.” Out of nowhere, she grabbed the end of my hair and yanked me down so I am face to face with her. “Your questions are more aimed on the present and the past.” She mused studying my face. “I could tell you the things that are planned for you. What we planned and what Hades is planning. And the possible effects of those plans.”

“But what would be the point in telling me them? You won’t let me change them.”

“So, you will know what will be expected. Every God and Goddess gets told their power; they are expected to use it wisely. We tell those what may happen to their lifespan if they don’t. Which reminds me. I have to give you something before you leave”

“But what am I expected to do? I have no intention of becoming Hades’ prisoner. I’m not even sure if I am the person you are all after!”

Clotho harshly pulled me to the ground. In the normal world, I’d be embarrassed about getting my butt kicked by someone nearly a foot smaller than me.

“Look, whether you want to or not. Your life is intertwined with his. He has chosen you to be Queen of the Underworld, not some prisoner.”

“What?” I coughed. Queen? I run away from people, I can hardly say I like most people I just tolerate them!

How am I supposed to be queen?

I feel like hyperventilating. Someone had served me, possibly even employed me, to do the worse possible job they could give someone like me.

Clotho, allowed me to sit up. I should be rocking backwards and forwards. The fact that I am sitting in snow doesn’t bother me as much.

“Queen.” She nodded.

“I can’t be Queen of the Underworld! I’m an accepted socially difficult person and I’m happy with that! I can’t even defend myself, what if something happens?” That’s how Hades is going to make me suffer isn’t he? Going to get other power hungry people to pick on the newbie.

“That’s up to you. So, I’m not telling you it’s going to be easy, there will be people who may get in your way for the title. You’re expected to change a lot of things.”

The world began to spin again.

“He can find someone else to do the job!” I screamed. The only thing that stopped my quick breathing is Clotho slapping me around the head.

“Do you think we would let you choose that? Do you think he would let you choose? Even if you choose to run for the next few centuries, he’s not going to give up. And if you do run, I won’t hesitate to intervene.” She threatened. I came up with the theory that this place would be flooded; the water molecules were frozen with fear at Clotho’s attitude.

It felt selfish to think of it, but didn’t anyone care what I wanted?  I don’t want to spend the rest of eternity in the Underworld. Same as I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in the town I was born in. Being told to stop in both places for certain amounts of the year doesn’t sound attractive either. Clotho, suggested immortals hated change. I wonder if anyone I know took that fact into consideration when they were planning the, “Let’s keep everything a secret from Alexa,” Idea.

That’s when I started to feel sorry for Hades. He did have to live in the Underworld. Ok, he could travel, come to the living world but he’d always have to go back the Underworld. The rest of the Gods and Goddesses could choose where they lived.

“Now, I have one last thing to do.”  Clotho, declared as she clicked her fingers. One of the children ran quietly over, showing no pain as she allowed Clotho to pull some of the girl’s hair. I stared at Clotho, the white hair transformed into sharp gold needle in her hand.

Speechless. Please tell me she is going to start some embroidery. It is clear as she held it closer it isn’t a sewing needle. Clotho, shooed the girl away before commencing to scare me further.

I thought she was about to stab my eye out; she instead pulled strands of my hair out. Unlike albino girl, I did flinch at Clotho’s brutal action. If anyone is going to pull my hair out, I’d rather it be myself. And I’m probably heading that way due to stress.

I decided not to say anything. I watched as she pulled out a glass goblet, which somewhere appeared with the silver liquid still in it. Clotho dropped the gold pin with a strand of my hair wrapped around it into the glass, where the liquid slowly began to turn gold. Metallic gold not whiskey amber gold, talking of whiskey, I may consider drugs.

“You need to drink this.” She said handing me the stuff.

“It’s gold.” I stated.

“It’s pure ambrosia. Normal ambrosia, gives immortality, although in large quantities, it can even kill a God. This is pure ambrosia; even one drop can kill instantly, however for someone such as you it will properly awaken you as a Goddess. A God and Goddess’ can only drink it once in their life. It’s only made for these occasions, albeit, it is usually given to children. By your age, they are properly trained on how to use their abilities.” A girl with the physical appearance of a seven-year-old is talking me down.

“Does that mean I’m human now?” I asked, merely curious of my chances of survival and of a normal life if I can get out of here.

“Both your parents are Gods.” She stated, making it obvious she is thinking I’m stupid. I’m taking that, as I’m not human. “And as I have explained, you weren’t made from a human strand.” I could be an immortal human?

“I don’t want to-,” I muttered shaking my head.

“Do I have to force you? Remember, I am more of a threat than nearly anyone you will meet.”

My hands shook as I took the cup. Keeping my eyes on her.

“What will happen, if I drink this?” I would have issues with anyone who told me to drink some strange drink.

“Your Goddess powers will develop fully. This is how you will find out what you are the Goddess of. Each God, Goddess, will get a mark, on their chest that depicts that.”

Maybe having proper powers wouldn’t be so bad. I might be able to protect myself.

This is supposed to happen. I might not want this but it is apparently in my blood that I had to become this. The Fates would chase me down and make me drink the ambrosia, if not Hades may find a way and make me drink it. Forget chocolate covered strawberries, I’m seeing ambrosia covered pomegranate seeds.

With that thought, I brought the goblet to my lips. One deep breath and the liquid, which tasted like honey, ran down my throat.

I felt burning throughout my body, making me inhale in discomfort. The feeling gradually became a warming feeling. Until, a stabbing pain arose from the left side of my chest.

“What is this?” I coughed clutching my chest able to feel my frantic heart beat.

“I didn’t say it would be a painless process.” She shrugged. “You can go.” She announced going back to her swing. The laughs of the playing children became louder as she walked away, like she had them on low volume. Clotho gestured to Yuuki to go sort me out, while I argued internally if I could be having heart trouble.

I scrambled off the ground grabbing Yuuki’s hand. Like how we got here one blink and I’m back on my doorstep.

“Why did you take me there?” I demanded, throwing off my hooded top, scratching to find out the searing pain scratching into the top of my chest.

“I have to obey her! She basically owns my ass. She probably explained to you about how immortal life strands get kept in those stasis children. What do you think happen to those Stasis Children once they become useless? I am one of those children. If you put a human strand in a stasis child, you get some sort of sprit. Ok 99.9% of sprits aren’t made like that but I am.” As much as I wanted to grill her some more, the scratching on my chest became a more distracting tingle.

I gasped in horror after I pulled down the neck of my top. Noticeably, on the pale skin, is a bronze circle, framed in black swirls that were growing and reached out across my upper chest. Inside the circle, however, is still empty.

“Alexa! You should be inside!” My mum exclaimed throwing open the door. Grabbing my hoodie, I pushed past her.

“What happened?” Mum questioned Yuuki.

I continued into the living room the throwing myself face first on the sofa. They were out of ear shot for the next few moments. I soon heard footsteps then a hand stroke the back of my hair while someone sat down on the edge of the sofa beside me.

“I’m sorry.” Mum muttered softly.

“What did she do to me?” I mumbled pulling my face from the dampening pillow, before wiping my eyes.  My mum kept stroking my hair, as she explained.

“She’s activated your Goddess side. It’s always been there, you have seen evidence of it, but now you have your full powers, and gold blood running through your veins.” She said in a calm motherly voice. “You have to understand, this would have to have happened sooner or later, a child born to two gods is born immortal and with some gifts, usually they see the Fates when the child is young so they can be taught. With your birth, I had to keep you hidden. If you had gotten your powers as every other child got them, more of the Gods and Goddesses on Mount Olympus would have known about you. Clotho, because she had already made a special acceptance for creating your life string she also kept you secret.”

“It’s like Poseidon said then? I shouldn’t exist?”

“Persephone, you were specially made, you exist more than any of us.”

We sat; well I laid, in silence. My exhaustion from the shock and burning, I soon found myself falling to sleep.

Writing Project- Goddess of Change- Chapter 8

I dropped into my nightmare. However, this time it’s different.

There is no screaming.

The red room I had been imprisoned in, now held a table of food. I had to laugh at the pomegranates; weirdly I understood why my mother never let me try the fruit. I kept my distance keeping curled up at the furthest wall. Tucking the bottom of the long chiffon white dress, I’d become familiar with over the years, under my feet. Wishing it had sleeves I could also hide in. The only thing I hadn’t become used to is the necklace.

At least I knew who sent the special delivery letter. Closely looking at the opal diamond. I recognised it as the same tear shaped one, only it has a pink sheen.

A hint of disappointment hit me, I found it prettier when it was its original plain colour.

The dream is more defined. I could feel the red isn’t paint. The walls had been covered in soft red material.

I wanted to have a dream that took me away from what had recently happened.

“You could stay here and leave all that happened.”

I couldn’t help my reaction. Instead of freaking out at the whisper close to my ear, I relaxed. Hades is practically leaning over me and I relaxed? I felt a strange pull he had on me while tried to drag me closer, like the little space between us shouldn’t be there.

A small part of me argued the space between us should be bigger. When I thought, he was some human under some Greek mythology delusion, I thought I was attracted to him because of curiosity.

Now, I found out this is real, I have no idea.

I tempted a peek at him, he dressed all in black but his slender built up figure still is obvious even with clothes. I examined his face, they really weren’t kidding about Gods looking like they were sculpted out of marble. His eyes stood out against his pale skin, like his hair they looked black but had a red tint in the light. They reminded me of the opal around my neck in the light they shined their colours.

Still staring at him he began to slide my nearest sleeve down exposing my shoulder tracing my collarbone, his face keeping close to my ear.

He isn’t some guy under some delusion; I have been the one who has been deluded.

“Looks like you didn’t need my persuasion after all.” He assumed; I wonder what his original plan was to make me believe in him?

“I need to wake up.” I muffled suddenly finally getting out of the trance.

“What if you are already awake?” He spoke more clearly, in a defined accent, still close my ear. It took me till then to figure out he is inhaling my scent.

“I can’t be. I only come here when I’m asleep.”

“How about something to eat?” He said finally moving his head.

“You think I’m going to fall for that?” Turning to fully face him.

“No, of course. You’re too smart for that. However,” He commenced. Hades grabbed the pomegranate and knife from the floor on his other side. I want to desperately to move away but the invisible hold is still there.

Hades gradually sliced the pomegranate in half, revealing to me for the first time what one looks like inside. “It’s actually even better, that Thanatos is your father.” He informed picking out the pomegranate seeds.

“There is a rule. I control the dead. That control covers those with Shinigami blood, who haven’t learned to control their powers yet. Normally due to growing up, their powers are the most out of control between the ages of fourteen and eighteen, sometimes nineteen, depending on the amount of stress. They need the most control. So, let’s say a Halfling blowing out electronics in an emotional fit.” He clarified.

I realised what he is implying, making me finally get out of my relaxed state.

“That’s when I could step in.” Hades concluded.

“That’s when you could control me more.” I feared.

“Yes. Your mother should have really listened to your dad when he tried to contact you when you were fourteen. Also, your mum could have really done with telling you everything before the deadline. That much to process isn’t too good on stress levels.” Hades sighed inspecting the half of the pomegranate he hadn’t taken to pieces. He then decided to show off my throwing a pomegranate seed in the air and catching it in his mouth.

I closed my eyes and took deep breaths; trying to calm my heart rate and trying any thought process that would make me wake up.

“So, Alexa, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.” He whispered, the contact of his shirt-covered body touching my arm made my heart rate drop. He held a hand full of the pomegranate seeds in front of me. I didn’t count all of them but I could tell there is more than six. For the first time, I managed to shuffle away only I backed myself into a corner. He sighed moving in closer.

“I’m not going to eat them.” I responded through clenched teeth.

“Eat.” He commanded moving in front of me. My hands shook wanting to reach for the seeds. I shook my head making my hair fall over my face, which he quickly moved. What if I had one? No I can’t.


“Final answer?”

“What’s the point in asking that? You’ll keep asking.”

“Because, you tricked me once.” He muttered in my ear, leaning over me, his face not even an inch away from mine. His mint scent engulfed me, drowning my other senses for a moment. “I’m not willing to let you get away again.”

“What-?” My line is cut off.

Hades’ warm mouth was on mine. As much as I tried to break away, his hand behind my neck held me there, I felt like melting. Then as I gasped from his other hand moving and putting pressure on my side, found out why he is really doing this.

I felt his tongue force some pomegranate seeds into my mouth. I panicked. Knowing that he forced me back onto the wall, his mouth still not moving away from mine.

Each of his touches felt gave a relieving sensation like discovering something cold after craving it a hot day. On the other hand, I couldn’t let myself get caught in the moment, as I knew what he’s trying to do. Biting his tongue is an option; I couldn’t bring myself to do it. My hands moved to push him away but the power he held over me in this moment is physical as well as emotional and mental.

I’m defenceless. Hades is God of the Underworld, one of the more powerful Gods. Maybe it is normal for any fight to go running away.

I moved the seeds to the side of my mouth. Underneath my tongue would have been useless, like for gum, it would have been easy to check.

Once, he seemed satisfied, he pulled away. He played with the ends of my hair for a second. Still believing he had got me. Giving him a smirk I turned my head to get the seeds out of my mouth.

I yelped in pain, with a hand full of my hair abruptly pulled my head got back. I looked up, wide-eyed, at Hades who looked far from happy.

“It doesn’t matter you know. Every night, until you are here properly, you will come to this room. I’ll be waiting.” He threatened his face inches from mine. “And there are more seeds in the pomegranate.” Hades breathed, I sharply inhaled not from his threat. The taste of his breath made me need his lips on mine again.


Writing Project- Goddess of Change- Chapter 7

Chapter 7



After the nauseating, speed breaking journey, I found out another thing that Sophia is going to kill me for. At least there is going to be one reason I would know why she is angry. Yuuki left to keep up the story that we hadn’t gone out.

No one is here to defend me.

“I’ve lost my keys.” I squeaked showing the hole in my summer coat pocket. I swear Sophia thought of multiple ways to kill me in that second.

“You! -” She screamed not able to end the sentence. She stood waving her arms and biting her lip that signalled I needed to get out of the way.

“Climb over the fence and quickly get in through the kitchen doors, then let me in.” She sneered. The private back garden, my mum had put a spare door key to the French doors in one of the hanging baskets. I don’t think she ever imagined it would be needed for a situation like this.

Without question, I hoisted myself over the wooden fence working on falling onto the floor with zero injury. I managed to finish my mission then let Sophia in so she could continue her secret, but noticeably obvious, mission.

“I need to call my aunt.” Sophia said barging in through the door as I opened it.

“What is wrong?” I screamed walking into the living room before deciding to pick up the pretzels and jump on the sofa. I’m starting to think whatever it is. They are over thinking it.

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