Welcome to Olympos19. Welcome to OlymposWelcome to Olympos in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had expected Olympos to be magnificent, but my fantasy had not been able to fully envisage its grandeur, and I was breath taken upon coming nearer. We were riding Ares' flying chariot, propelled by divine magic, so we got to see the whole wonderful vista from above. At first there was just this imposing mountain which side we were ascending. It was steep and the summit appeared like just another snow-clad peak halfway hidden in clouds.
But as we were sweeping over the pinnacle we passed a kind of a borderline where the snow was traded into grasslands and meadows. There were small rivers, tiny lakes and waterfalls cascading down the rocks, painting rainbows in the sky. There were pretty houses making up a neat little village hardly larger than Salenda and there were delicate bridges spanning waters and canyons. I spotted large tended gardens and meadows where the most splendid horses were gracing and frolicking around.
In the middl
Under AttackArmy Postal ServiceUnder Attack in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When the Greek Army swept like wild fire trough the city all I could do was run. Run with my son in my arms, trying to save us from the Greeks and most of all from the terrible Ares himself...
(A kind of steampunk take on the mythology - for those who claim ancient accuracy - sorry it's not to be found here, I've taken quite a few liberties with the timeline and geographic characteristic)
1. Under Attack
"Mommie, are we going to die?" Kalian looked at me with his big, brown eyes filled with fear.
"No, dearest, we're not." I lied. "We're not going to die. We're going to make this; we just have to get away from the men chasing us."
"Can we do that?" my son hiccupped.
"Yes, yes, dear, we can do that!"
Nevertheless I was beginning to have my doubts. After all I was alone, carrying a five year old in my arms. A heavy five years old, and the Dark Warriors who persecuted us were plentiful. They were huge and lethal and well armed. Even if I could get o
Achilles' ChoiseAfter Patroklos' death Achilles had been beside himself. To put it mildly. Or to put it more correctly, he had become a berserking madman, crazier in battle than Ares himself. To avenge his beloved cousin Achilles had sought out the Trojan Hector and slaughtered him brutally. Hector, who had generally been considered Achilles' superior when it came to fighting skills, hadn't stood a chance against the infuriated Greek. Achilles had attacked Hector with murder in his eyes, not seeking a battle kill but pure and hot blooded murder, the war forgotten; avenge being the only thing that counted. As if that hadn't been enough Achilles had defiled and desecrated Hector's body severely and humiliated the Trojans by tying Hector's dead body to his chariot, driving it around the sieged town. Still that hadn't been sufficient; Achilles' deeds of bravery and madness couldn't heal his shattered soul. It couldn't cleanse the deep grieve he felt; it couldn't remove his painful sadness - and most of alAchilles' Choise in Short Stories More Like This
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"Ares!" my voice almost got stuck in my troth and with a shiver of terror running down my spine I pulled Kalian towards me, holding him close and hard and wishing there was a way for me to stop him from seeing his father becoming attacked. Because this was no Anatolian god, this was something far worse, a deity with an aura burning almost as red as Ares' own and radiant with an invincible force. I had hardly seen anything more powerful in my whole life, this god in his cover-all tar-black leather outfit held as much strength as Ares himself - if not even more.
Still my beloved was not resource less, far from it. He kicked into battle mood with an almost unbelievable speed, and ducked the attackers attempt with a swift and agile move. The leather clad god turned and attacked again, and this time Ares blocked the sword arm with his own left elbow and at the same time he reached for the arm with the axe and somehow managed to wrestle that weapon away from the adversary. Spinnin
The path of two hearts"We can't pretend this never happened," Herakles said as he was handing Hebe her towel. Of course, being gods they could simply dry off just wishing themselves dry, but that was not as cozy as to snuggle up inside a warm, fuzzy textile.The path of two hearts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I know." she replied, looking at the tall, beefy god out of the corner of her eye. Herakles was even heftier than Ares, although not as tall, and he was hardly graceful in his moves. Instead his body language was utilitarian and straightforward, as if he had never bothered to use it to create an appearance, but simply to acquire what he wanted. He used his body so totally down-to-earth that it was almost funny to see. And still, it was that uncomplicated way of carrying himself that made him so completely attractive in her eyes.
"So now what?" He looked at her for guidance.
"We try to use some common sense, Herc. I'm not going to insult your intelligence by pointing out that we can't even begin to ponder a relationship. We are simply not meant to be."
Redemption of the exiled one"Herc, I want you to sit in on the interview with this man," Hebe asked of her beloved who looked up from the wall he was bricking. She smiled, Herakles sure loved to work with his hands, and no matter that the man was a god, an Olympian god, no task seemed too menial to him. In that sense he reminded her of her beloved brother Hephaestos.Redemption of the exiled one in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Okay," Herakles dried off his hands on a rag, not that it helped much, it was as grimy as everything else around. Another Hephaestos deja-vu. "Tell me about him!"
"Ehrm…" Hebe began, a bit distracted. "He's… I've seen him once and I asked him to come back today. He's… peculiar in a way that I find… I don't know how to describe it, but the man is intelligent and he carries wisdom of the ancient kind. He seems… old."
"He's a god?"
"Yeah – well – he's immortal, if that's what you mean. He's…"
"I have a feeling there's something familiar with him. As if I ought to know him for some reason. Or at least recognize him. Perhaps he has been a
Observations from a borderline10. Observations from a borderlineObservations from a borderline in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"A god!" I heard myself blurt out, almost spilling my juice. I had to look again at the fragile-looking patient in the four poster bed, to make sure I was not mistaken, but the aura gave the man with the wax-coloured skin away. There were yellows and orange in that faltering aura, telling me it was a ruler- and city god lying there. As well as some white hinting at weather abilities. A once powerful god no doubt. But what could harm a man like that and put him on the brink of death? And how could they possibly expect Xena to help him? Or was it...?
The swarthy and slender man who was sitting next the dying god rose from his chair, he seemed to echo my doubts, a confused look upon his comely face as he scratched his beard.
"Chizay, what have you been thinking? This is but a mortal medic. She doesn't have what it takes. I told you we're going to need a..."
"A god, yeah. A healing god. And she will be on her way soon."
"What do you mean?"
Re-encounterDawn was breaking, pink sunlight sneaking in trough narrow slits in the tent, like spears of light, waking her up as they tickled her eye-lids. Out there the sounds of the day had begun, horses were neighing, dogs barked and people walked to and from, talked, the rattling and clinking of their arms and the creaking of leather, heavy-shoed feet crunching against the gravel. There were also the smells, scents of newly baked bread mixed with the less pleasant reek of garbage and dirty dog.Re-encounter in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yawning, Penthesileia crawled out of the sleeping bag, swung her legs down on the cold and clammy, trampled ground and stood. Quickly she made it over to the commode, poured ice-cold water in the sink and splashed it in her face. For a moment she missed Hephaestos' plumbing, then she reminded herself, she was a warrior, she shouldn't spoil herself with such commodities. Besides, being here in the New Country by the river of Tiber, where things were really happening, was so much fun. Never a day like the
Hera speaks"This is how it'll work", Athena began and sat down opposite of Herakles and Hebe in the latter's living room. It was raining hard outside and a large fire was burning in the hearth to chase away the autumn chill. Hebe had just learned to make multicoloured fire, and now blue, red, yellow, green and purple flames were splashing its light across the cozy room, gleaming in items of copper and brass. It was odd, just a few days back the Indian summer had been in full swing, and now it was definitely autumn with cold weather sweeping down from the north. Zeus was apparently too busy to do anything about it and besides the rains were much needed.Hera speaks in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dion is going down to Argos to talk to Hera and I will accompany him in disguise to make sure he'll do fine - which I have no doubts he will," Athena went on. "I've told him roughly what to say to Hera. No speech, just some ideas to ad-lib on. That'll make it sound more convincing and from the heart. When he's done I'll..."
"So you ARE setting up
Blood in the hot sandSweet Artemis, but was that man huge? Huge and scary. Biting her lips, Penthesileia regarded Achilles from a far, scrutinized his six foot five bulk, clad in shining armour of the kind that was professionally molded to leave as little openings as possible and still not hinder the user too much or being too heavy or cumbersome to wear. Achilles' bronze helmet covered his face and was crowned with a notable red, white and black crescent and he carried a long sword and a ditto spear, both weapon looking really heavy, still he treated them as if they were wooden toys, swung them with such quick ease that they almost appeared harmless - until they bit into the enemy. And the enemy in turn bit the dust.Blood in the hot sand in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He had still not seen her yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time before he would. But when he did – that would be it. Penthesileia would do what she had come here to Ilium for, she would fight Achilles, and she would do her very best. Perhaps she might even get the smallest of c
Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness"I love you regardless of who you are." Titania finally whispered. "But if I can help you becoming Oberon for real, have no doubt I will. Just put your trust in me, because, dear heart, I love you so utterly!"Marital Arts Part 16- The Communion's Completeness in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
With one sweep, he took her into his arms and kissed her, unbridled joy and relief on his face. He wasn't about to let anything come between them again.
"I love you too, Titi! When the moon falls into the sun is when I'll stop loving you. This is my promise and oath." He gazed into his true love's green eyes, knowing they reflected the feelings in his own heart. "And I am truly sorry for not being with you for the baby deliveries the way an Elven man should be. You must have felt abandoned, Titi. Was it hard? Was it painful?"
"It wasn't as difficult as it would be for a Human woman since I do have the greater strength of an Elf. But it was a trifle hard."
"Titania," he warned, shaking her just a little in reproach. "I don't want the sanitized version. You know that, while I wasn'
Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No ReturnThe pale silver rays of moonlight crept into the shadows as night descended upon the Palace whilst the moon ascended in the starry night sky. With the moonlight the water sprites came from under the sea and their melodious song now echoed through the forests, the mountains and the villages of Cloud Island, creating happiness in the midst of the people dwelling there. And in the Palace the merriment went on, allowing most participants to forget about their weekday worries and loads of demands.Marital Arts Part 14 - The Point Of No Return in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Not all. Carrying a night lantern, Titania was ascending the large palace stairs in solitude, leaving the festive buzz of the celebration behind and entering the calm and quiet upper floors, where only the only things heard beside the distant party noise was the crackling of flames in fireplaces, lit to chase away the darkness and the increasing chill of the late summer night.
When she reached Oberon's suite, she wavered for a few moments, motionless and hesitant, trying to rationalize what she wa
Marital Arts Part 19 - The Daughter's RelevationBirdsong woke her up that morning. Titania stretched, feeling her husband's arm tighten around her, keeping her locked into the curve of his body. For the first time in eons, they had spooned each other throughout the night. Of course, it always left her neck sweaty and hair in more tangles than normal. But... it was nice to have him with her. Smiling at that thought, she snuggled back into Oberon's warmth, loving the feel of his body against hers before she realized that it was getting late. Carefully, she picked up his strong arm, moving it to the side.Marital Arts Part 19 - The Daughter's Relevation in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"One would think that you didn't like sleeping in my arms," Oberon's sleepy voice said, his arm reclaiming its place. "Come morning, you always seem to flee from my side as though I was some guilty secret you have."
She craned her neck to look back at him, mirth on her face. Reaching up a hand, she brushed back a few strands of his fair hair so that she could see his sleepy eyes better.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you up."
"I was mo
Marital Arts Part 20- The joy which became sadness"This must be the week of revelations," Lorelei said to Uriel as they were regarding a servant feeding the birds in the aviary, flutter of colourful wings and eager chirps filling the air. "First Ariel and Orkid and now THIS. Who would have thought that of Titania? The upright Queen of the Elves."Marital Arts Part 20- The joy which became sadness in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I would," Uriel replied solemnly, squeezing his wife's hand. "And not only because I might have gathered some intelligence regarding my mother's doabouts in Briton, but because I felt I had to ask her. I had to hear from her own mouth that it was not just an infatuation. That this Human truly meant something to her."
"And he died! What a terrible twist of faith."
"Yes However she would have outlived him nevertheless. With perhaps as long as 150 years. And seeing him age while staying young, that ought to have been even more heartbreaking."
"Was that his death, I mean the reason for her to return to Cloud, you think?" Lorelei asked.
"Partly, however I think she als
Marital Arts Part 13 - The signs a woman can tellThe evening sun sank beneath the edge of the boundless ocean, tinging the waters with rose-gold and outlining the glass covered dome of the Assembly Hall in a burst of brilliant golden-red fire. It shone off from the beak, where the large, marble white building was situated, across the bay and almost blinding Oberon when he looked straight at it. So he shifted his eyes away, gazing down in the waters instead, looking at the frothy turmoil where the waves crashed against the dark, seaweed-covered rocks, listening to the powerful whooshing noise as if it was speaking to him, got things to say. It was a sound he had heard since he was a baby, rocking gently in his carved cradle of rowan wood, a sound he had heard even in his deepest dreams and it never failed to soothe and comfort.Marital Arts Part 13 - The signs a woman can tell in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As a child, when he had been angry or upset, Oberon used to run down to the shore, where the hissing song of the waves soon appeased whatever troubled him. It had become his refuge. His soul asylum. Even now, w
Marital Arts Part 10 -The Wreckage caused in Anger"Titania, a moment?"Marital Arts Part 10 -The Wreckage caused in Anger in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, Oberon?" Putting aside the box of jewelry she was still holding, Titania stood up from her settee and walked over to her husband, who was waiting out in the hallway just outside the door opening, his bright orange tunic straining over his powerful chest the way fashion edicted these days. He appeared rested; still there was a concerned look in his blue eyes as he regarded his Queen. Remaining seated, a troubled Uriel watched them go. How much had his father overheard?
Titania accompanied Oberon down the hallway which ran through the castle wing, worried that her husband might have caught something of her conversation with Uriel. It almost felt like the people on the oil paintings lining the wall were regarding her with apprehension, their eyes scrutinizing the royal couple as they walked. Titania's furry, gray and black cat followed them a few steps, but then she seemed to consider her mistress being able to take care of herself, so sat down on her hind legs,
Marital Arts part 4 - The Secret of a QueenThe Elven Princess Ariel was sitting curled up in a coach by the window, hands folded over knees and looking out in the velvety dark stillness of the night, insomnia tormenting her as so many nights before. Ever since her divorce from Lord Eskiar had she been plagued by failed sleep. There had been few night she had slept fully trough, as a rule she fell asleep effortlessly in the evening, but most of the nights she tended to wake up just after midnight and then being unable to shut her eyes for real before the morning sun's first rays graced the treetops outside. She should be accustomed to this by now, she thought - nonetheless that was far from the case. She so wanted to find her blessed rest just like ordinary people did.Marital Arts part 4 - The Secret of a Queen in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The window was slightly ajar, letting in the crisp and chilly nocturnal air and with it those small sounds which were significant for the dark hours. The white noise of crashing waves, which seemed more prominent during the night, the cicadas and the odd call of
Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that HurtsTitania glanced over at Oberon as he entered the office longue, before continuing her talk with Cloë, desperately trying once again to get her daughter to see reason. Unfortunately, the usually rational and level headed Princess was having none of it.Marital Arts Part 21 - The Honesty that Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mother, would you let it go if you were me?" Cloë asked, knowing that Titania would do no such thing. Of all the things she was known for, pride was one of the Elven Queen's most distinguishing features. Even though her time among Humans had changed her, had softened her harsh angles, she was still an extremely proud woman. That pride may have diminished over time but it was still evident.
"It's just politics," Titania tried. "Nothing personal. Elves playing for power, either for themselves or for their Houses. And they are often using Royalties as leverages for such games."
"But I'm not in this for helping some stuck up Duke getting another benefit he has not made himself worthy of. He wants to have a ship, he goes the long way, he stan
Marital arts part 3 - The Reluctant Returnee"TITANIA!" Oberon's apprehensive voice echoed down the empty hallway. The door he had flung open hung on one hinge, swinging crookedly as he stormed into the small house in his restless pursuit for her.Marital arts part 3 - The Reluctant Returnee in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This house resembled the one he'd found her in years ago, quiet and cozy. Small but well planned, utilitarian more than lavish. White painted, unadorned walls, simple and colourful rugs upon polished wooden floors. Not a speck or a dust worm anywhere! Her mellow presence breathed in all the corners - as it once had on Cloud Island. It gave Oberon the impression of home and the knot in his chest tightened almost painfully. Was Titania insane enough to think that he was just going to let her disappear out of his life without so much as a struggle? Had she forgotten how long he had loved her, courted her?
No, he thought, as he halted his rush, resting his hand on the smooth back of a high chair made out of intricately carved, dark wood and with a soft, orange pillow in the seat. He was goi
For Old Time's Sake - 3. Comes MorningStruggling through a maelstrom of dreams, one more peculiar than the other, Hera was making her way towards awareness again, as if swimming towards the surface of a deep sea, fighting the kaleidoscopic currents with forceful strokes. With a jolt her eyes fluttered up – to a startling view. She was definitely not in her own bedroom in La Casa Dolorada in Venice, Italy. Daylight radiated from the wrong direction and the texture of the bedding felt different, the duvet too thin. Not to mention that the mixture of smells were dissimilar – yet oddly familiar in their lush muskiness, triggering a torrent of remembrances one more bittersweet than the next. Most of all, she was not alone in the bed, there was someone asleep next to her, someone who's warm chest her head was resting next to, the rhythm of his heartbeat in her ear, a strong arm encircled with such an astonishing ease around her waist.For Old Time's Sake - 3. Comes Morning in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next millisecond it all came back to her. Zeus. Tokyo. Zeus. Leaving Venice. Ze
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Finding Zeus was not hard. For once he was using his Nexus office. I didn't bother with announcing my appearance, I just rushed by his assistants and through the great double doors without knocking. Zeus was meeting with the divine hyperpantheon delegates Xenon and Dione when I entered the spacious corner office, and the two of them looked up with a mix of surprise and irritation. Zeus's expression was harder to read though.
"Zeus, can I talk to you alone?" I asked, tried to sound demanding. This is an emergency. Zeus rose, looking at the two Liberals and hesitated a second before saying:
"If you'll excuse us. This will only take a minute I guess." Then the king nodded to me: "Come, Hera, we'll use the small conference room. Hope this really is as urgent as you say. I don't want to be rude to the delegates."
We entered the not-so-small room to the side of Zeus's office and I skipped the preludes:
"Zeus, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about everything. Can you forgive me?" I wanted
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Four days later Sakura was born and Amaterasu went up to the Olympos to let the father behold his child. I had already seen the little girl, she had been so cute. Ami had been radiantly happy when he set off for the mountain top. But when I should have been happy for my friend, I was raging with jealousy instead. Raging because Amaterasu had something together with Zeus that I didn't, and was probably not ever going to get, because I had no intention to 'egg' him as Europa had.
I was sitting in the Chair Lady's office trying to work, but I could not get the visions out of my head. The visions of Zeus and Amaterasu together with their young girl. Zeus holding Sakura. Maybe the 'third's a charm'"thing Neyta had been talking about would work this time. I felt tears burning beneath my lids, and I had hard to understand these feelings. Half a year ago I had told Amaterasu that I'd be more than happy if she patched it up with Zeus. But that was 'pre-Harvest Holiday'.
The war continuesBack at Olympos the main building was floating in more lights than usual, someone had probably turned everything on to keep darkness at bay and lead tired warriors home. Tonight Olympos was open for all deities, all who had parttaken in the fighting as well as helped along with back service. A lot of people were gathered in the Ball Saloon, tired gods and goddesses. They were celebrating the victory of course, but there was no music, no screams of joy, only a low noise of talking people and some odd laugher.The war continues in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Attendant-nymphs were carrying around platters with food and jars of beverages and I grabbed a glass of Distilled and gulped it down in one drag the way they did it up north. Astraea was staring at me, she had never seen me do anything like that "natural, since I'm very moderate with alcohol.
"I needed it," I explained.
"Maybe I should do the same," Ea replied.
I nodded taking in the motley gathering of deities. They were in all kinds of mood, ranging from happy to sad. Hephaistos
Goddess of war¤ The Vandrisvian pantheon is my own inventionGoddess of war in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The jungle was hot, wet and filled with all kinds of beasts from roaring feline carnivores to itty-bitty biting insects. The screaming monkeys were stealing our food if we didn't look out and the colourful birds were using our tents and vehicles as toilets.
"The enemy is located south-west of us," the mortal scout reported, wiping sweat off his cocoa-brown forehead. "There is a shallow valley-like pit where the river Gaodanza meets the river Livontos. That's where the main troops are."
"How are they equipped?"
"More guns than us, three Falcon class helicopters. No chariots."
"Those hardly works in the jungle anyhow, I commented, go on!"
"They're about 500 mortals, and I believe two or three immortals."
"Don't think so."
"We could be able to take them. In a surprise attack, preferably at noon, since these people would expect us to come at night or early in the morning." Alxolita, I turned to the mortal commander, "pr
HerculesUpon the first look Dionysos and Hercules seemed very much like the total opposites. But they had one thing in common (beside their dad, I mean) - and that was a mortal mother. Alkmene Akrisian was also a mortal who passed on an immortal gene to Hercules.Hercules in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
First time I met Hercules I had no idea that he was another brother. At that time he seemed just a rowdy and happy-go-lucky immortal, content with partying all night long and working for others and for an income that provided him with his worry-less life. He lived in Doria, employed by the goddess Oshera, a granddaughter to the Hyperpantheon politician Kandrios of Elesios.
Doria was not the safest place back then. Located next to the wastelands of Merioly, where the Titans had lived (and some still dwelled, according to certain sources) it was haunted by outlaws raiding the south-east plains and there were rumours of man-eating mutant monsters who had lone wanderers for supper. The radiation inside of Merioly, caused by Chronos' nucle
DionysosIt was just pure luck that I was in Thebe that evening when Semele went up on the roof of her house, poured a can of petrol over her body and set herself on fire. The distress call that went out from her tormented soul must have woken all immortals in the area, but I was the first one on location. Yet too late. The girl died in my arms. I've never been good at healing other people and there was nothing I could do other than trying to dull her pain and listen to her last words:Dionysos in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I loved him. But he was... Zeus. The baby... was his." Then her eyes went empty.
"What baby? Oh, dad, what have you done?" I stared into the setting sun trying to understand the girls last words. Then I felt something. Life emerging from the dead womans body. A helpless little one trying to stay alive. She had been... pregnant... Or, rather, still was pregnant. I realised that it was I who had to save this child. Teary-eyed I remembered Demeter's lesson about caesarean and how to reach the womb. I had nothing to
Saving Ares"The enemy lair!" My voice sounded almost celebratory while I pointed out the big structure lying ahead of us. Just like Olympos the home of Oxaroros and his pantheon was located on a mountain-summit, with a big city by its foot. But unlike Olympos this was a highly defended fortress, with high walls and almost no windows facing the outside. Seemed like these gods feared something. Perhaps stray Titans, rumours has it that there were still a lot of them dwelling in Vandrisvia. And the capital, Azelin, was also walled and with a burned perimeter guarded by heavy-armed towers.Saving Ares in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now it was us who were kept outside. Four Olympian deities on a mission to liberate a fifth. Helios, Irdonan and Astraea were waiting behind, in Tarasinallia, the capital of Gatellaria, less than five minutes flight from Azelin if they should be needed.
"And where is Ares?" Hermes pondered, scanning the large structure with the high granite walls.
"You don't sense him?" Arcas asked.
"I sense immortals in there, but
Another Heart Breaks"Okay, class is over, Athena. You're doing fine, your progress is excellent. That mortal woman really did get a new life." Anaktoron closed his note book and rose. "Let's go for a walk, it's a wonderful evening." I nodded slightly and let him take my arm, as we walked out through the open terrace doors and took a jumping shortcut the five floors down to the wet grass.Another Heart Breaks in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had stopped raining about an hour ago and now the full moon was shining trough rags of clouds.
"Something you want to talk about?" I guessed as Anaktoron and I started to walk down the pebbled path through the Cretan Garden. Crickets and frogs were calling out their mating songs and somewhere more human music was heard. Apollon was playing that lyre again.
"There's some homework I want you to do, Anaktoron said. I'll point you to some books I know are in the Olympic library. But first I want to talk about other things. I want to leave the business part of our life behind a bit."
"What do you mean?" We had stopped benea
The OlymposThe OlymposThe Olympos in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was bound to happen sooner or later. My first visit to the Olympos took place in Snow Month. It was Hestia who managed to lure me up to the mountain top.
"It's my 50:th birthday, and I want my most special friends around me. Hera, if you're not there I'll be really sad. So please swallow your pride and come along. If just for one day and just for me. "
"All right. I will do that. But just because it's you. "
Hestia laughed and took me in her arms. I saw real happiness in her eyes. She must have invested a lot of feelings in this thing. And I really wanted to be there for her. She had been there for me so many times through the years. It was a birthday for Faith's sake. And it was only for a day. Then I would be back down where I belonged again. With Kandrios and my usual bunch of friends. On top of that I had to admit that I was curious about the Olympos and its new members. Apollon and Artemis were 14 and little Athena had just turned eight. I wanted to see if th
The HurricaneThe HurricaneThe Hurricane in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh, come on, Hera," said Neyta. "That look on your face, I mean, you are radiant! You look even happier than when the final vote was done on Opening Ceremony day. So who is he?"
"There's no 'he'," I lied, blushing. I had no idea that I was so transparent. What to say now?? But I got saved - not by the proverbial bell but by Scadé who entered the New Dawn office with her red curls ruffled from flying, Maia coming in after her with new pens and notebooks.
"It's really windy out there," Scadé said. "And I mean windy. Not like just another winter storm, but almost like the storms back home in Valhallah when we have to get everything inside and bolt the doors. And trees get uprooted and even stuff like cars and smaller structures get taken by the wind."
"Really," I said. Scadé was not the weather-chit-chat person. And as a confirmation the large glass window suddenly creaked beneath the force of a strengthening in the wind. I looked outside. S
Lourdes of Loki - part 2 - The ClinicLourdes of Loki - part 2 - The Clinic in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My best friend Gaetania Sendari has a way with numbers. Especially those numbers which are related to sweet money. So I was soon hauling this smart, Italian lady on board, offering her partnership in my little business (which she of course gladly accepted) letting her to be the accountant and to make all the wheeling's and dealings when it came to starting up the clinic. Gaetania's connections with the mob (Her father Enrico is one of the most internationally powerful Don's) helped me to acquire a few other things I was needing as well, like a fake ID, making me 38 instead of 18 and forged diplomas from various medical universities in Italia, France and the States. Thus I became not Lourdes LeGrand, school dropout and spoilt heiress to some rich badass but DR Lourdes Thiery, expert and researcher of cosmetic surgery.
There was also this Italian doc who used to do nose jobs for Silvio Berlusconi's mistresses. He had gotten in trouble with the mafia earlier and then Gaetania h
Lourdes of Loki part 18 - Destiny LaufeysonLourdes of Loki part 18 - Destiny Laufeyson in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gaetania had an unlucky encounter with some nasty virus and ended up in bed. Or mostly, in the sofa, in which she sat winded up in a blanket, wearing her favourite PJ and watching soap operas on TV, playing with her tablet, texting me a hundred times a day and feeling generally sorry for herself. And I brought her fruit and sweet food and magazines and DVD's and gossip. The poor thing! My half-blood status protected me from these maladies, so I didn't know what it really was like, being down with a cold, but Gaetania described it as a hangover + a bad case of allergy. A hangover lasting for days, couldn't think of anything worse. (Oh yeah, I could but 'having a cold' was still regarded as generally inside of the regular Joe and Jane's comfort zones, which to me felt odd.)
Nevertheless, I hoped my friend would be better in time for Ezra birthday party at La Belladonna, which was due the weekend after the upcoming one. That sure was something neither of us wanted to miss, after all Ezra
Lourdes of Loki part 24 - Let's EatLourdes of Loki part 24 - Let's Eat in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dad didn't take us to any of those fancy, expensive restaurants that night. As a matter of fact, he told Gaetania and me he was so over the snobbish cuisine, and that he wanted something more down to earth, as in real dishes and not 'two crossed carrots over one third a steak'. Nothing for real men, he called it. Or real women, he added as an afterthought when I rolled my eyes at him.
Instead we ended up at a crossover place which used to be trendy, and now, when the celebs had moved on, it had become quite a bit more bohemian, jolly and home-like. The muzak had been traded in for classic pop from the 00ies, the personnel were less stuck-up and the chairs more comfy. And most of all the servings were more generous, and since we could sit down in peace and quiet at a corner table for quite some time, we sure ate a lot. All three of us. Dad has always been of the hungry kind, and both Gaetania and I were both starving, since we had had very little appetite the hours before the trial.
Lourdes, of Loki - part 4 - Look, it's a celebLourdes, of Loki - part 4 - Look, it's a celeb in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he stepped through the door to the clinic, I could tell that he was still gorgeous. He might be almost 40, but oh dear, oh dear, those swaying hips, those broad shoulders and unruly, chestnut brown hair, fringe hanging somewhat down in his face and emerald eyes glistening like gems in the sun. Those eyes, they were like kryptonite for every girl who thought they had sworn off ogling. Yes, Simon Miner was still a man to look at, that was true. So what he was doing in our clinic had me at loss- first. As in the three or four first milliseconds. Before I remembered where we actually were. In Hollywood. Where vain is definitely the most common vice among the inhibitors.
And no matter that both Christa Carleb and I were ready to fall of our chairs, as Simon Miner strode through our reception hall; he was probably seeing an aging old fart when looking in the mirror in the mornings. (Then again, mirrors and mornings are never a nice combination. I believe even Aphrodite herself shun mirror
Lourdes of Loki - part 1Lourdes of Loki - part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Okay - My name is Lourdes, daughter of Loki. And this is my story.
First of all, people do mistake me for Paris Hilton. That's all just a genetic accident, I promise. As far as I know, she's not related to any of my odd family members. Should be on the mothers side in such case, I assume, however since I never knew my mother, I cannot answer for that. Apparently she was my father's private secretary for a brief time back in the early nineties. And a bit more than 'secretary' as you probably can figure out. Then, when she got pregnant, she left that baby me, with father and ran away, never to be heard of again. And only thing I have left from her is a blurry photo where she poses together with Thor's wife Sif, before the sex change, drinking pinacoladas on some beach in Saint Tropez.
Yeah, Sif used to be a bloke once. Josif Abdul Amar. Kinda good looking dude, of Moroccan origin, don't know why he decided to become a woman, but I guess that's something she's going to keep
Lourdes of Loki part 19 - New York New YorkLourdes of Loki part 19 - New York New York in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What do you mean, alive?" I asked Poseidon. "You saw the death certificate."
"Yes, I saw it. It was a presumption, since there was no body."
"But she was inside the World Trade Center. When those fuckers drove the planes in there! How could she've survived?"
"How do we know she was there, Lourdes?" the God of the Sea prompted me.
"But... the coroner said..." I hesitated.
"They assumed she had died, because she went missing at the same time as the Twin Towers fell. And because her workplace was located within one of the towers. But what if she wasn't there at all?"
"Poseidon, do you think she was somewhere else?"
"We'll have to find out. Are you working this weekend?"
"Then you and I are going to New York!"
"Poseidon, you don't have to."
"But I want to. There are three things in life I cannot resist. And that's the waves, a beautiful woman and a good mystery. Besides, I think there is more to your mother's disappearance from Maison Laufeyson than some disagreement with Lok
Lourdes of Loki part 21 - Attention SeekerLourdes of Loki part 21 - Attention Seeker in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Gaetania was sitting curled up in front of the TV set, eating strawberry yoghurt and watching Urban Angels when I returned from New York. That's the soap where about half of the cast has been injected with my ambrosia, so it's sort of funny to watch them. Almost makes us proud.
"So how was it?" she shifted her attention from the set and faced me. "You found your mother?"
"I did," I said solemnly as I dumped my backpack on the floor, kicked off the shoes and joined my friend in the sofa.
"Tell!" she urged. So I did, it's after all not really that interesting to see if Ethan and Cheryl would get together yet another time or not.
"When we had learned about those creepy Vodou demons, mother and I both felt that we needed to bound. And Poseidon understood that as well, so he excused himself and went to visit some friends he has at Manhattan. So mum and I..."
"Wait, Lou! Did you just say Voodoo?"
"Well, Poseidon uses the old name, Vodou. But that's what they are. Vodou demons. Not rea
Lourdes of Loki - part 3 - Hollywood NoveletteLourdes of Loki - part 3 - Hollywood Novelette in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Yes, Steva was the first one, but she sure was not the last one. It started off with a trickle, there was the TV host with puffy eyes, and then there was this fifty something diva who had been in that 80ies soap opera. An old metal guitarist and an odd number with dated actors and actresses who had had their greatest successes during the previous century. And then all those 'normal' Janes and Joes who also wanted to look a bit more like they imagined they deserved to look.
We could soon afford to put in ads in regular magazines and hire a receptionist, Christa Carleb, who could pick up all the phone calls and make reservations, freeing up Gaetania for the finances and the advertising work and allowing me to work full time on the patients.
We still slept on mattresses in the clinic though, apartments were so EXPENSIVE in this part of town, and we didn't want to live too far away from the clinic, one reason being the room with ambrosia. I was still a bit preoccupied with that one, didn't
Lourdes of Loki part 20 - Desdemona LaMaisonLourdes of Loki part 20 - Desdemona LaMaison in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
About twenty minutes later we were standing in the reception area of a fancy law firm, oddly enough in a business complex not far away from where Poseidon lived.
"Do you have an appointment," the state of the art arrogant receptionist asked while I was regarding her cheap Botox injections making her face stiff and Barbie doll like.
"Yes we do," Poseidon replied. "Twelve 'o clock sharp. Mr. Said Waters and Miss Lola French. To see Mrs. Desdemona LaMaison. " As he spoke, I was feeling that well known vibration across my neck when someone was performing fine-tuned electro-magic manipulations nearby. Poseidon fixing with the booking schedule in the computer in front of Miss Arrogant.
"With Mrs. LaMaison, I don't seem to... hmmm... yes, sorry, Sir, here it is. Twelve o clock. Waters. And French. I'll buzz Mrs. LaMaison; let her know that you're here." After that she picked up an internal communication unit and talked into it for a few seconds, Then she paled a bit before saying:
Agents of Armageddon II"Akiko! Akiko, wake up! Akiko, I'm sorry, Akiko wake up! Akiko-san wake-up! Wake up please!" She heard someone calling out to her, first in Greek then in Japanese. Her head was spinning and she had hard to focus her eyes and to mentally reach out to the voice that seemed to be calling her from somewhere far far away. Everything was blurry and she felt pain in her chest like she had smashed into something hard. Or as if something hard had smashed into her.Agents of Armageddon II in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Akiko!" She tried to focus, to remember. Her brain refused to function; it felt as if she was embedded in cotton. The voice kept on urging her; it had changed back to Greek.
"Akiko, I'm sorry, I didn't really know how to handle that pen gadget."
She saw the Greek's worried face swimming around in front of her, his long, dark hair falling forward, blue eyes full of concern. Then her memories fell in place. The cryogenic chambers, Parissa.
"Where's... where's the Russian?"
"I got her all right. After accidentally blasting y
The Surviving Soul XLI - EpilogueThe baby is staring at the patterns of the ceiling. Cracked, dirt-yellow paint how does she know that? A melee of dream pictures linger in the memory, fires and thundering booms, screams and smoke. And most of all that huge, terrible, lethal being. But still it doesn't feel scary. The baby considers her new body - and remembers. It has worked better this time. The transfer has been relatively easy. After all this had been the third time she 'died' and she has learned how to reincarnate into a new mortal body by now. Still, she really hopes it would be the last time; it's quite tedious and painful to perform the reincarnation transfer.The Surviving Soul XLI - Epilogue in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
So this is her new life, Lanineme, the Surviving Soul, can't wait to begin to live it for real, being an infant is dreary and mind grating. She can't wait to be in such a control over her physical body that she can contact Elion and the rest again, and return home. Lanineme yawns and stretches - it has gone perfect this time. She's in control
The Lost Twins 10. Recollections part 1The Lost Twins 10. Recollections part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The distressed crowd burst through the emergency exits, reaching the open and its promise of safety. Pouring out into the cold night, frightened and blinded by smoke, they fanned across the snow-covered courtyard, scrambled against high walls, desperately searching for a safe way out. Finally, a rusted side gate buckled beneath their combined weight clattering down upon the concrete below. Picking their way over the elegant terraces the fleeing people reached a conifer bordered side street, while the tremendous heat from the firebombs above caused the acidic pines to explode.
Flames leapt from the trees and white-hot boughs cascaded into the casino grounds. Piercing screams met the darkness and soon the night sky was lit orange with fire. The inferno that followed barred the emergency services from entering the complex until near midnight. An hour later, soot stained bodies were being laid with scant respect along the wet curbstones. Shocked paramedics could do little but beholding the
The King of Thieves 9 - One step aheadThe King of Thieves 9 - One step ahead in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When Athena stepped out of the air conditioned taxi the heat of the city slammed against her face and she had a hard time believing it was still February as she took her first breath of the suffocating air, imbued with pollution and too many strange smells, the mix of them hardly pleasant. Cairo - nicknamed the Mother of Cities - was busy and bustling in an unruly and stressful way, with an undercurrent of anxiety no doubts triggered by the years of protests and grotesque violence over at the these days world famous Tahir Square. But there was more to Egypt than just these last year's insurgents and infighting, this old nation had seen a long history of plays for power, of tries at reaching the mighty earth lines running beneath the land here, to tap them for force, so much rawer than the oil they were obsessed with just on the other side of the gulf.
Egypt was one of the most powerful places on Earth, since it was here the mighty Eurafrican Ley Earthline broke through and reached the
Love Like This, Chap 13 Pt.2 There was no doubt in his mind that if situations had been different he would have chosen Hephaestus.Love Like This, Chap 13 Pt.2 in General Fiction More Like This
He loved Hephaestus. There was nothing more to it. She was his best friend, his companion. She was the person he spent the most time with; the one he came to when he needed to escape the absolute hollowness of the world he lived in. She filled an odd shaped hole in his life that he couldn't quite explain and more than his role as a God, her need of him filled him with the most purpose. There was something so earnest and sincere about Hephaestus, so honest, innocent and stubbornly optimistic. No matter what the obstacle or how much it tore her to pieces, she always managed to pick herself up and jump back into the game with her hopes high and her heart on her sleeve.
He adored that about her.
He didn't know anyone with that kind of stoutheartedness, to risk your heart again even if you got your ass kicked in the end. That took real courage.
Love Like This, Chap 14The act itself was unremarkable. The fact that it was happening before his eyes was beyond comprehension.Love Like This, Chap 14 in General Fiction More Like This
To cast off ones divinity was the highest crime a God could commit next to the murder of another holy being. To be a God was a blessing, the highest honor given by creation. To willingly degrade oneself by relinquishing the holy gift was utter blasphemy. Those who were caught equaling themselves with mortals were not worthy of immortality and were permanently deprived of their divinity, cast from Olympus and made to live with the filthy creatures they relegated themselves too. There were stipulations of course. To strip a being of his divinity was not something done without serious contemplation. Circumstances must be taken into consideration, but for a thrill? That was beyond excuse.
Ares could not pull his eyes from Hestia as the unearthly glow faded from her supple figure. Her skin looked dull, her glittering aqua eyes paled in comparison to how they shined from befor
The interview with ZeusThe Interview with the king of the godsThe interview with Zeus in Short Stories More Like This
Stella Meets Zeus
I'm meeting the King of Gods at a five-star restaurant in central London. We have decided 6 o clock PM, and Zeus arrives at the strike of 6. And he looks neither rushed nor like he has been sitting out in his car waiting. More like he arrived just on spot. This is the first sign that this is not an ordinary man I'm dealing with, but a god.
I've been doing interviews with all of the top guns there is. Bill Gates, Julian Assange, Barak Obama, Lady Ga Ga, Steven Spielberg, Stephenie Meyers, Donald Trump, Ophra Winfrey, Michael Jackson, Dalai Lama, Angelina Jolie, Madonna, Bill and Hillary Clinton, Julia Roberts, Wladimir Putin, Angela Merkel, Dan Brown, J. K. Rowling, Pavarotti...
But nothing could have prepared me for this man. Charismatic, witty, intelligent, handsome, self confident these aren't words that feel enough. This man knows that the world revolves around him, and he's so used to it that he consider
Fading Away"Oh my head I knew I shouldn't have had those last two glasses of wine last night." Athena Nikos rubbed her temples as she slowly sat up on the couch. "Ugh I feel horrible; hopefully breakfast will help with that." She was softly thinking out loud as she got up and started making breakfast for herself. Once everything was on the stove and cooking she went to her bedroom and slipped out of the dress she wore last night and into a bathrobe. "That's better."Fading Away in Short Stories More Like This
In a few minutes time, the bacon and eggs were done and Athena was sitting down watching the morning news. It wasn't until she was almost done with breakfast that they switched to a live feed. "I'm here at the Queen City Credit Union with a breaking story about the hostage situation unfolding inside. At this time three masked men are holding about 12 people, both staff and customers, inside the building at this time. All three men a