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zenalios · 3 years ago

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Untamed Seas; 2 - Snake

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Summary

Amphitrite, sea goddess, and daughter of Nereus, is less than willing to marry an Olympian, let alone Poseidon, the very god who overthrew her father. She does so nevertheless, in a desperate move to protect her sisters following Nereus’ absence.

The marriage is beneficial to them both: Poseidon gains legitimacy through a union with her, effectively solidifying his control over the seas, and Amphitrite guarantees her sisters' safety, along with all prestige due her status as queen.

The catch? She finds his domineering personality utterly insufferable, and he, the most fearsome god, resents being stuffed into an unwelcome marriage.

They have all eternity to make it work.

TW // Abuse - Verbal and Physical ; Abusive Relationship ; Forced Marriage

It came to pass that the night of the dance itself, the few amongst Nereus’s daughters who had stepped foot onto Crete were:

Amphitrite, the eldest of fifty Nereids and her sisters’ keeper; pretty Thetis, who came hoping to expand her social circle beyond the seas; sprightly and mischievous Galatea, twin to Galene, poise incarnate; another set of twins, Proto and Doto, who oversaw their voyage; and last but not least, the young Erato, loveliest of all her sisters, not yet a maiden, but who looked forward to the dance the most.

Thetis immediately set off for a nearby crowd of dancers, and the twins grouped together in search of the banquet tables. This left Amphitrite with Erato. The former rubbed at her temples, stifling an urge to groan. This was not going to be an easy night. In the week leading up to the event itself, all her family could talk about was the dance, her sisters boasting to the others about all the things they would do and the people they would meet; in turn, this only reinforced their mother’s worries for their safety, and led to further nagging imposed on her, the oldest. She felt a little squeeze from the small hand in hers. Amphitrite looked down.

“Wow, they just ran off like that,” Erato laughed, her radiant face enough for Amphitrite’s own lips to twitch upwards.

“They certainly did.” She agreed.

“Phi!” The pair turned to a beautiful nymph gracefully striding towards them in a cloud of blue satin, the swell of her belly prominent but never once hindering her movement. “Aunt!” Erato let go of her hand, rushing forward to tackle said relative. Amphitrite also drew near, brushing a swift kiss against the Oceanid’s smooth cheeks.

“Eurynome,” Amphitrite smiled, though it did not quite reach her eyes. “How have you been?”

A tinkling laugh burst forth from the Oceanid akin to that of a bubbling brook. “I have been just fine,” She chucked Amphitrite on the chin, then looked down at her belly, “And so has this one.” A silky hand reached for Erato’s head, ruffling it fondly, “And this one too, I see.” The older nymph peered at Amphitrite, the latter flinching backwards when a finger attempted to prod the space between her eyebrows. “Don’t frown, Phi, you’ll age faster than my children will be born if you do.”

“I’m not frowning!” Amphitrite protested, even as she felt her brow pulling together, which she rectified at once. At this, Erato erupted into giggles, still clasped at Eurynome’s legs, who soon joined her little niece in peals of laughter, till even the nymph being teased could not help but grin, her shoulders rolling with silent mirth. After they had calmed themselves, Amphitrite’s face was drawn in by Eurynome’s hands, both gently pinching and caressing her cheeks. “I am so sorry about your father.” Their aunt said, a sorrowful look passing over her gorgeous features.

Amphitrite leaned into Eurynome’s touch for a moment, then swallowed and removed her hands, “It’s alright.” However much she craved physical intimacy, it reminded her too much of what her mother was like once, all warmth and tenderness, now left tense and anxious in the wake of her husband’s loss. The sea nymph let out a good-natured huff.

“But thank you all the same,” she maintained despite the doubting look her aunt gave her, allowing her fingers to intertwine between Eurynome’s to give them a brief squeeze of reassurance. After that Eurynome had lingered a little longer to ask after Doris' state, leaving her nieces only when persistently called upon by a group of other similarly pregnant nymphs.

“Make sure you join the dances, alright?” She quickly squeezed Amphitrite’s shoulder, “I know how much you love to dance.” With one last kiss and ruffle to Erato’s head, Eurynome disappeared just as Thetis had, leaving the two Nereids standing in a corner.

The older of the two turned to her sister. “So,” She began, “What do you want to do?”

Erato shrugged, staring up at her. “I dunno,” she blinked. “I’ll do whatever Phi wants to.” Amphitrite felt a lump rise in her throat. Even in her childish innocence, Erato’s brilliance could not be concealed. There existed several reasons everyone called —no, expected —her little sister to become the loveliest Nereid of them all, one in particular being her smile, bright enough to charm all sea creatures in the near vicinity. On top of this, Erato’s eyes had taken on their father’s murky green ones and blossomed into a pair of emeralds coated with a ring of honey, made all the more obvious by the firelight now dancing in their depths.

For all their mother’s nagging and accusations of complacency, Amphitrite was by no means negligent when it came to her sisters, least of all if it involved Erato, nor had she brushed off Doris’s warnings as to Erato’s safety.

In truth, she was all too aware of how lovely her younger sister was and the numerous looks they had received upon arrival. Everyone present knew Nereus had disappeared, his wife and fifty daughters ripe for the picking in his absence despite being left in Oceanus’ hands. For all the powers they possessed, the Nereids were not related to the new king of the seas, effectively nullifying their royal status and the protection it conferred, the river god’s old age only worsening matters further. If others held back, it was only out of respect and common decency, a show of sympathy for the family during this period of mourning; once over, Amphitrite had no doubt they would pounce. She slowly exhaled. And even then it did not hurt to be cautious around the Olympians.

Amphitrite knelt before her sister, brushing away a wisp of hair that had fallen into the child’s eyes, provoking a little whine from Erato: “I can do that myself!”

“I know,” She returned with great affection. “I just wanted to do it.”

It was a little habit the eldest Nereid had picked up after many years spent watching over her siblings, something their mother found irritating as of late. Try as she might, however, Amphitrite remained unable to suppress her maternal instincts towards her younger sister, especially in such an unfamiliar environment, surrounded by potential predators.

She offered her hand to Erato, “Let’s dance?”

And dance they did, if only for a brief moment. Though Amaltheia had initially bleated out instructions regarding specific steps designed to depict Zeus’s triumph over Kronos, the goat nymph’s voice was rudely drowned out by the growing multitude of intoxicated revellers. At this, Amphitrite saw their hostess’s lips thin with disapproval. Further mortification ensued when it was discovered several amphorae had already been emptied of their contents. Soon after, the whooping crowd whipped itself into a frenzy, many a dancer grasping for a partner to twist and writhe against.

Amphitrite merely watched from the side, one hand on her hip, the other still holding Erato’s sticky palm, which had since tightened its grasp on hers at the display before them. “What are they doing?” her sister whispered to her, to which Amphitrite promptly responded, “Just dancing.” The older of the two could already hear her mother screaming for her to remove Erato from this indecency, or if she would not, then to at least cover the girl’s eyes —to do something, anything about it. Amphitrite glanced down at her sister. She had tried the latter, but Erato’s response was to tug her hand down and plead her case for watching.

At this Amphitrite sighed: her sister possessed the same level of persistence and curiosity as she did when younger; she permitted it on the condition that Erato did not ask to join, something Erato readily agreed to anyhow. Fortunately, the dancers' movements were beginning to resemble the very steps Amaltheia demonstrated at the beginning, albeit in a much wilder fashion. After they had stopped hollering, each danced in time to the tune of a pipe, some singing along and others only chiming in at certain strains, about a snake that swallowed its own.

“Many an egg did the snake consume, and still more it hungered to pursue.” A pinched voice intoned above the rest. She leaned down to whisper in Erato’s ear, tapping her foot along to the beat, “The snake is Kronos, the eggs are his children.”

“Oh.” Erato frowned, confusion evident from her voice alone. “Then where does Zeus come in?” Amphitrite tilted her head, humour colouring her voice, “When do you want him to come in?”

The words had barely left her when she felt a tap on her shoulder. The Nereid instantly whirled around, instinct driving her to pull Erato behind in the process. “What do you want?” She demanded of the satyr standing before her, whose first reaction was to look utterly terrified. Serve him right for disrupting their peace and quiet, a savage little voice echoed within her; she, who knew better than anyone it could not have been Erato, whose head barely reached her collarbones still. Did they take her for a fool?!

“Uhh,” the satyr began, flinching when Amphitrite drew herself to full height and snapped at him again as she so often did towards any unfamiliar male specimen: “Speak up!”

Only the faint sensation of something tugging at her arm jolted Amphitrite back to reason. She glanced over her shoulder at Erato, instantly feeling as though she had committed some kind of unforgivable crime. Curses, she was getting good at guilt-tripping. Had Thetis been teaching her? Amphitrite ran a hand through her hair. In doing so, she threw her head back, sucking in a deep breath. Fine. She nodded and let go of Erato’s hand, catching the grateful glance her sister sent her way.

Amphitrite folded her arms with an air of impatience. Was he going to speak or not?

“Someone wishes to speak with you, my lady.” The satyr blurted, his voice trembling all the while. The Nereid lifted an eyebrow. Who? She echoed the question her mind had set, albeit a little more vehemently, which brought about another flinch from the satyr. “Uh— Ah, they said they wished to meet you. That… that is all.”

Someone wanted to meet her. Amphitrite squeezed the tip of her tongue between her teeth as she tried to process the satyr’s message. Someone wanted to meet her without revealing their identity. She parted her lips to speak, then closed them again, finding her judgement insufficient. No, that was not all, she mused. There was something more to this. The nymph focused on a point just above the satyr’s shoulder, staring ahead at the banquet table where she now spotted the twins.

Amphitrite snapped her fingers. Surely it was their aunt? Despite the fact that pregnancy did not exactly hinder their movements, all Oceanids suffered from swollen ankles and feet, requiring them to rest every now and then. “You should have just mentioned her name.” She chided the satyr, who gave her a strange look. “Her name?”

“Yes, yes,” the Nereid filled in for him a little more cordially this time. “Eurynome. Our aunt.”

Despite the change in her tone, the satyr’s face had paled. Amphitrite now wondered what her aunt could possibly have said earlier to frighten him thus. Or maybe she had been too harsh on him after all. “Ah.” His mouth opened and closed repeatedly, much like that of a fish’s, Amphitrite thought bemusedly. She turned to her sister, who she found had moved to stand beside her. “Let’s go then, Erato—”

“Wait!” Amphitrite halted. “What is it now?” She allowed a sense of restlessness to enter her voice. The satyr seemed to shrink beneath her gaze. “They— They said you had to come alone.”

Amphitrite felt she had sighed one time too many tonight. Still she did so, it being the only outlet for her to express her annoyance. The Nereid lifted her chin at the being before her, “Why not?” Erato’s hand nudged hers, immediately causing her expression to soften once more. “Maybe Aunt Eurynome wants to ask Phi something really important.” And leave Erato alone like this?

As though the child knew what she was thinking, her skirts were being pulled in the direction of the banquet table; Amphitrite lifted her head, following the girl’s arm until four of their sisters came into view. “I can stick with them.”

Erato had a point. There they were: Galatea, Galene, Proto, and Doto, all loading heaps of food onto their plate as though they had been starved for eons at their grandfather’s home. Where they had been this entire time Amphitrite had no idea, nor did she want to know what sorts of mischief they had been up to. “Well, better than Thetis,” she deadpanned at last, who was nowhere to be found even. “Fine.”

At this, Erato tackled her in a big hug, both lingering for a while in each others’ embrace.

“Be good.” Amphitrite had tapped her sister’s nose, so turning and following the satyr into a nearby bend.

And that was how Amphitrite presently found her path obstructed by a ridiculously muscular god who had introduced himself as Zeus, king of the gods. You’re lying, she wished to say, but could not on account of the bandages wrapped about his fists —only Kronos had the ability to inflict bodily damage severe enough to warrant medical intervention, and Zeus had been the only recipient of those affections. Unfortunately, these observations only served to worsen the situation as she saw it. Hadn’t Amaltheia sworn to her mother that Zeus would not be coming? That he desperately needed his energy to recuperate?

Amphitrite grit her teeth in vexation. The god standing before her did not even seem to have just fought a massive tournament and won. Aside from a hideously distorted jaw and crooked nose, both of which warranted a copious number of bandages about his head, he looked to be in the pink of health.

“You are Amphitrite right?” She had been raised to respond to questions like these, but the sheer absurdity of this entire situation said she should not. Against convention, she went with the latter, dismissing the question with a glare; he ignored her silence, continuing to speak as a slew of questions swirled through her brain akin to the whirlpools her father used to create. On top of it all, how could she have been so foolish? The satyr had not given her a strange look because her aunt had chastised him, he could not possibly have known the name of a goddess he did not serve.

Stupid, stupid, shit, stupid, she cursed internally. It almost made her wish this was a confession instead, from some random god that had fallen for her upon arrival. Almost.

“It’s very simple, Phi.” Their new king was saying, arms akimbo. Though he was no taller than Pan, who was the height of a young cypress tree, the width of his shoulders and position in which he stood made it difficult enough for her to attempt escape from this god she felt no desire to speak with. Amphitrite scowled; firstly, at the sheer audacity and disrespect he showed by using her pet name, a privilege she held dear and bestowed only upon her parents and sisters, or her future husband; secondly, at how her neck had begun to ache from craning upwards to look at such a disagreeable face.

The likelihood of him knowing she was displeased and enjoying her reaction was all too high. What a swine, she would have liked to call him. But that would only be a slight on the entire species itself.

Her eyes darted to and fro, searching for some form of escape, be it in the form of her sisters or aunt ─anybody, really, who could help. To her dismay, there was none. Thetis, who she had spotted flirting with a satyr when making her way here, was now nowhere to be seen, and the rest were likely still blissfully unaware of the present danger that lurked in the form of Zeus. He reminded her of a lamprey: one that had latched onto her, its prey, and now refused to let go. Amphitrite grit her teeth. He looked like one too.

“You see, ever since my brother went to claim his new kingdom,” He began as Amphitrite stretched her neck to stare over his shoulder at pair of amorous guests making their way in this general direction. “He’s been having some trouble dealing with its inhabitants ever since.” Which brother? Hades? Amphitrite groaned internally at the shadow cast over their faces as the two unknown revellers drew closer still, then stopped for yet another passionate kiss. Ugh.

Come on, just a little more, she urged the couple silently. “I’m sure he’s more than capable of subduing you all by himself, but that would only end in senseless slaughter.” Did he just say slaughter? Her heart thumped. Even if she was only half-listening, she knew what he was talking about —her people. “I don’t want that to happen since it’ll make me look really bad now that I’m king, so I need you, O daughter of Nereus, to help him legitimise his position.” Wait, Amphitrite squinted. They were moving, she realised. The couple were still on their quest for privacy, now at least a cubit away from the god king’s back. The nymph tensed with anticipation, waiting for them to bump into him. Closer. One foot. She grit her teeth. Come closer!

At that very moment, however, Zeus’s face suddenly appeared exactly half a foot away from her line of vision, as he swerved to avoid the couple altogether. Amphitrite sprang backwards immediately. Her only opportunity to flee had just been thwarted by this monster of a god. She bit down hard on her tongue to keep herself from screaming aloud in fury. Zeus studied her, an eerie grin on his features. “I’m sure you know who I’m talking about.”

“Hades?” She blurted, only catching the glint in his eyes after finally responding to his statement.

No, Amphitrite felt her cheeks drain. No. She refused to enter a conversation regarding the one god she detested the most in the entire cosmos, even more so than the one standing before her. And now she had broken her silence, she regretted falling for his provocation all the more. “So you do know.” He finally declared, evidently delighted at her expression. “I knew you were a smart thing.” Amphitrite cringed inwardly, her throat beginning to constrict.

“What do you want from me?”

Even as Zeus’s chuckle rang through her ears, his answer left her reeling back a few steps. “I want you to marry Poseidon.” What? The name itself made Amphitrite’s throat tighten further. The king of gods may as well have punched her in the gut. The nymph shook her head numbly. This had to be a nightmare. She secretly pinched herself, desperately hoping it was all a dream, that she was not presently trapped by Zeus on some mountain in Crete, that Doris had never, in reality, accepted Amaltheia’s invitation, and that she was instead tossing fitfully in her bed at this very moment.

But as fate would have it, the ensuing sting only confirmed her worst fears. There was no way she could conceal her anguish at the name Poseidon itself, the event fresher than Zeus’s own battle scars with Kronos, and far more short-lived as well. Everyone had heard of the Titanomachy, and how Zeus had earned his title as the strongest god in the universe, just as they knew of the lots drawn by Zeus's older brothers.

The first had earned the underworld, the second the right to conquest, and the third, authority over the seas. That third brother was Poseidon.

The very day Nereus set out to face his challenger, he had sent his wife and fifty daughters away to live with their grandfather Oceanus despite vehement protest from all, fearing the worst if he lost. Only, the worst did happen, and it was the last time Amphitrite saw her father ever again. Her fingers curled into fists at the very thought; they should have stayed or allowed her to remain at the very least. Ultimately she had not even seen Poseidon nor witnessed the battle itself. Instead, she had been forced to comfort her wailing sisters as all the waters in the cosmos trembled from the blows her father traded with some intruder from Olympus.

And on the fortieth day, when the ocean’s plates stopped quaking, the old sea god was nowhere to be found, his successor long gone, leaving only clippings of blond hair amidst the rubble. The ocean itself had opened wide and swallowed her father upon defeat. The memory alone caused Amphitrite’s chest to heave in short, jerky, breaths as she struggled to pull herself once more from this immeasurable, overwhelming, sense of grief the god before her had reignited.

Zeus grinned at her, “Can I take your silence as a yes, then?”

At that she froze over. There was a tightrope somewhere within her gut, she was sure of it. One that had been cut at with a blunt object and left to rot following her father’s disappearance. Then her mother and now the king of the gods, both of whom treated her like a child, insulting and stretching her limits beyond measure, every strand and fibre of her being fraying with every word they spoke. Above all however, lay the question of her marrying the very cause of her misery.

Help him? When he had destroyed her home and family? A strangled laugh escaped her. He was the main reason she, a saltwater nymph, who lived and breathed the ocean’s air for decades —centuries, even, was torn from her home in the wake of his victory; the reason she, eldest of fifty Nereids, had been unfairly charged with the overwhelming task of ensuring her sisters’ safety amidst a pack of wolves waiting to jump them all; the reason her mother no longer held any regard for her simply because she reminded Doris of her own lost love. Her? Marry Poseidon?

The rope snapped.

“No!” Amphitrite yelled for all the world to hear, losing her temper for the first time in her life.

“I will not!”

1 - Prologue ; 3 - Enalios, α

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thewildeleven · 3 years ago

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The Titan.

"I do not know why you bother to name them, if only to place heavier burdens upon your heart," the Titan said. He was sitting on his throne in the Great Hall of Olympus, said to be the highest peak in all of Greece. His wife sat beside him, her own seat carrying equal grandeur.

Rhea learned to keep her eyes down in the Titan's presence. She avoided his gaze, then feigned endearment by firmly leaning on his shoulder as she spoke. Her tresses adorned his bare chest, the golden curls complimenting his sculpted muscles.

"My dearest," Rhea said, her voice almost a whisper, "You are my Capitol. I know that you mean to preserve us. Forgive me when I show weakness, they remain flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones."

"I do allow you this folly," the Titan said. "And yet, is it not better comfort to leave them forgotten and unnamed? Why must you remember them so?"

In her mind, Rhea held each and every one of them close. Demeter with locks like endless wheat-fields. Hestia, of the burning eyes. The even-muscled Hera, whom she imagined must grow with a strength rivaling the strongest mortal men. Hades, the timid. Poseidon, the proud. She had visions of them, of what they could be; each one a worthy successor to the Titan's throne.

And yet Cronus would not allow any of his offspring to usurp him, so he ate all of them alive as soon as they were torn from Rhea's womb.

"No, you are right," she lied. "In my mind they must fade like mortal life. Like threads spun shortest by Fate. I must not care for them."

"Good," said the Titan as he stood and faced his wife. "Look: the prophecy, salt which my father has poured over my wounds with, had me perpetually undone. My dear Rhea, in time you will bear our sixth child, and whatever you must name the creature, name it quick, for after I devour him I shall place my desires under deep slumber.

"You understand that I desire to rule only with might and be just." he added. "I did not ask for these atrocities. I will not allow my immortal conscience to plague me any longer."

Rhea looked straight into his eyes, and with a piercing gaze asked: "Why not just kill me?"

"What did you say?"

Rhea avoided his eyes once more and brought her head down. "Nothing. Forgive my tongue if it went out of turn."

Like most things Cronus offered her in the past decade, the slap on her face came as an unwelcome surprise. She could tell that his husband restrained from giving the hit its full strength, yet it brought with it the ringing of a thousand thunders; it heralded a clouding in her mind, the rumble of a great storm brewing.

The Titan took his wife's face and forced her to face him, and for the first time since the devouring of Poseidon, she saw the Monster that the prophecy created. He regarded her like she was some animal. The judging, wide eyes. The perfect set of teeth revealed by the smug smile.

"Rhea, my dear Rhea," the Monster said. "I am doing this for us, I am sure you know. And I promise… I will stop once the sixth child has been taken. Do you understand?"

Rhea's lips, even backed by the body of an invincible titaness, were too frightened to speak.

"Do you understand?!" the monster growled.

"Yes, my love…"

"Soon, this will be all over with, and both of us will live in eternal rule." He kissed her, his tongue tasting her tears. Rhea closed her eyes as the Titan undressed her.

***

Some months later, Rhea felt a familiar stirring within her belly. It brought a concoction of delight and dread upon her being.

She planned to hide the pregnancy for as long as possible, but she knew that the Titan would notice it eventually. She could have had a lot of help, yet decided against asking aid from Uranus, Gaia, or any other being whom she thought might have an interest in taking Olympus' throne for themselves. Her plan was to consult with the creatures of the Earth, and her eyes caught wonders in the heart of the forest nymph Adamanthea.

As the stirrings became more frequent, Rhea decided to appear in the nymph's grove at once. Not as the supreme being that she was, but as a mother seeking refuge for her unborn child.

"Surely all the Earth has heard of Cronus' atrocities," Rhea said.

"Bah!" the leaf-haired nymph replied, seemingly unfazed by the sudden appearance of the woman in front of her. "If it were up to me I would put Cronus' neck on a noose that will never break. I will hang him from the Great Tree to watch his life draining away, never quite dying but in enough pain to regret his immortality. I would ask for the vultures to feast on his carcass while he can still feel! Well," she paused to smile. "You see, vultures do not really eat the flesh of those who are still alive, you know. Heh. They are scavengers, see, and they only go for helpless carcasses. They only eat dead ones, yep. In any case! I think if vultures should make an exception, it should be for Cronus! Because what he does is just disgusting and spells injustice for anyone! Except--"

"Calm down, sweet nymph," Rhea interrupted. "The Titan might hear you."

Adamanthea covered her lips. She widened her eyes and turned her head left and right. "You're right," she whispered. "Wait… who are you again?"

"My name is Rhea. I come to you now not as your sovereign, but as a mother desperate to save her yet unborn child. Will you help me?"

Adamanthea stepped back, her mouth open. "Are you serious? I mean, I DON'T not believe you! You're really Rhea, huh. Who else could appear out of thin air anyway, right? If there's anyone with some serious nature-defying abilities like that, it would be you guys up top. But hey, look at me! I'm a forest nymph! I haven't even learned how to craft a weedwhistle cord yet. I've been a bit negligent in my daily practice. Lazy. Heh. You know… butterflies to chase and petals to collect, and gazelles and fawns and hummingbirds to talk to. In any case! How could I even help?"

"Take more credit for yourself, for we always say that the resourcefulness of the forest nymphs knows no bounds," the titaness replied. "Now listen, Adamanthea. In a few hours I will bring out Zeus, my sixth child, out into this world. I only need some way to hide him until he is strong enough to stand up for himself."

The forest nymph went silent, her eyes blank and lost in thought. After a few moments, she said, "Right. You know what? You have come to the right creature.

"All my life I have listened to the whisperings of the rocks and the winds," the nymph added, "and I imagine the rest of my kin still do, as well. But I fear that they have been rather selective in what they hear. They listen to good tidings and disregard the bad ones… which I think is wrong. I do not like Cronus. Or rather, I don't like what he is doing. Is it too much to listen to what the rain clouds tell the raindrops, which the raindrops in turn tell the leaves? Perhaps. But it has been horrible up there, hasn't it?"

Rhea nodded.

"Your husband is a great ruler, you know. What with bringing all the wealth and liberation and agriculture and stuff. As humble as we are, I cannot figure out why he allows himself to succumb to a monster. I wonder why he allows himself to be a slave to some prophecy."

Rhea smiled. "You share my sentiments all too well, dear nymph."

"Do not worry. Stay until you bear your child, and I will help you hide him," the nymph said.

***

The opulence of the titans' dining hall was deceptive, for no glorious feast of honor was to be held there that night. Cronus, with his supremacy over land, sky, and sea, sensed Rhea had given birth and called for her immediately.

She emerged with the little one wrapped up in a white blanket, a lump about half the length of her arm.

"Why the blanket?" Cronus asked.

"Husband, this one turned out to be so hideous and so deformed! I would not dishonor your sight as to dare you look upon the monster," Rhea replied. "It might be best to end this usurper's life as quickly as you can." She sat beside him.

"I see. And have you named him?"

"I call him Zeus."

"A waste of a good name."

Cronus opened his mouth to swallow the child whole. A small portion of the blanket hung out from the corner of his lips as he began to chew.

Rhea stared at the ceiling as madness started to consume her child. She wanted to pray, but to whom do the gods pray to?

Cracking sounds echoed as the titan's teeth tried to crush bone. He licked his lips, pieces of raw meat clung to his tongue. "Zeus," he said while blood dripped from his mouth, "tastes really different. I do not like his form. He— uhm,"

Cartilage snapped like frail twigs. And in no time at all, the titan finished.

He used his finger to free a piece of flesh trapped between his teeth. "He may not have been a threat," he added.

The Titan licked his lips after what appeared to be a very satisfying meal. "Come, Rhea. Sit beside me."

She did, and he wrapped his arms around her.

"The prophecy says that I will be usurped by my own children," Cronus said. "You've seen my madness. I know that you see me as some kind of monster. I even find it laughable that while I have already exiled Uranus, I still act as if I am a slave to his words."

"I have no words," Rhea replied. "I only trust that as you say, this will be the last time."

"Ah, that. Not so."

Rhea's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"

"'I shall make my desire slumber,' I said. But love… you are my desire."

As she realized that she was no longer talking to her husband, but the Monster, the titaness pulled away. She looked and there it was: the insane smile and his dead, dark eyes. The Monster was there, clouding his judgment. Feeding on his falsely-perceived and misguided benevolence.

"My love, this is not you," Rhea pleaded. "How can you act as if you are cursed? When no curse should ever enter the House of Cronus!"

"BLAME MY FATHER FOR NOT ACCEPTING DEFEAT!" The halls of Olympus shook as the Monster bellowed. "Not content in ceding their power! Damning me with a prophecy—"

"The prophecy was no fault of theirs! It was the price you had to pay for your ambition!"

"Price?" the Monster laughed. "The 'price' of my ambition? What, the liberation of the lesser creatures from the dark clutches of tyrants? The wealth I have provided from the minerals of the soil; the… the science of organized harvestry that the once-starving mortals now benefit from?! Tell me, Rhea, is this the ‘price’ I had to pay for wanting mankind to prosper?"

"No…. no, no…" the titaness wiped the tears from her eyes. "You could have accepted your fate gracefully… like an Immortal worthy of his throne."

"You are right, I could have. Yet the fact remains that I have done what I have done, and I must finish it now."

"Finish? Is it not already finished?"

"Dear," he took Rhea by the arm and pulled her closer to him. "You are my lone desire, and you are my weakness. You asked me once, why I should not kill you instead. Well, you made a compelling argument…"

"Let go of me, Cronus," the Titaness said.

The Monster responded by opening his mouth to take a bite off of Rhea's arm. In an instant she was dismembered, and the scream that followed was released for the entire World to hear.

"Without you," Cronus said as he chewed on Rhea's torn limb, "I would never have the urge to bear children again."

He grabbed her neck with one hand, while the other tore through her chest to take her still-beating heart. "Worry not," he said to her, "You will remain alive inside of me, just as your children are. It will be a family reunion of sorts."

Cronus held his wife's heart as he watched life leave her face. Rhea let out a final gasp and closed her eyes, and she was no more.

The Monster then consumed his wife's lifeless body starting with the toes and the feet, moving upward. He knew that she was alive, somehow, just as he knew his six children were alive, for their kin are immortal. But it did not matter; he only needed them contained inside him and he would have accomplished his end.

What he did not know was that Zeus, his sixth child, was alive not inside him, but far away from Olympus. The "child" that Rhea presented that night was not a child at all, but a newborn goat of Adamanthea's offering.

***

In Adamanthea's grove, there was an oak tree from which hung a cradle that was suspended by cords of cotton. The suspension was necessary, because the one who slept within needed to be hidden from the ruler of sky, land, and sea.

Adamanthea approached the cradle and saw the child Zeus asleep. "Hello, little boy," she whispered. "Presently your father longs for you, but not in the way fathers usually long for their children! He wants to eat you!" She poked his nose. "But don't worry. Your mother and I will protect you—"

The nymph's words were cut short by a blood-curdling scream that echoed, unmistakably, from the heights of Olympus.

The child in the cradle stirred and opened his eyes to stare at the nymph. He did not cry, nor wail, as infants are wont to do. The boy simply stared at the nymph with its cold, piercing eyes.

"Sleep for now, and don't worry. One day, you shall banish your father and rule us all," she said.

A sudden flash lit up the grove, followed by another, and another. The bright knives sliced at the night sky and broke it into a hundred pieces. Soon, the evening was filled by a lightning storm.

Zeus smiled.

It was as if the bolts were giving their Master a warm welcome.

#fiction #mythology #retelling #short story #greek mythology

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princesscallyie · 4 years ago

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Are there cases of negligent parenting in Fire nymph society?

Yeah, selfish or prideful parents who only fight for themselves and ignore their family. Or they think the child isn’t worthy because of a small flame.

#anonymous #next gen #fire nymphs

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For the character description asks....4, 9 & 13 for Zeph, and 5, 10 & 19 for Corda

For Zeph:

4. Their laugh: She has a few different laughs, but the main ones are the giggle of amusement and full-on uncontrollable laughter. The giggle is basically exactly what it sounds like, audible laughter, higher pitched than her normal tone of voice, a little breathy (a function of her being an air genasi more than anything). Uncontrollable laughter is mostly completely soundless, except when she decides she needs to breathe in which case she’s just gasping air, but if she is laughing so hard she can’t stop she’s also basically laughing so hard she can’t breathe.

9. Their interactions with their best friend: I’m gonna cheat and do two with this, her NPC best friend from her backstory and her (at the moment) best friend within the party. Her NPC best friend is a human bard named Brin who she’s known for years, and Brin is pretty much like an older sister to her. They’re very close, and they would get up to all sorts of shenanigans (memorably, one time Brin dared Zeph to try and talk a forest nymph into giving her one of her leaves--it almost worked but that’s another story). Since Zeph got out into the real world more, her interactions with Brin (who she was separated from but then met up with again) have been a bit more serious--one of their other best friends was captured by a crime syndicate and then arrested, so they’ve been doing what they can for him, and Brin has also been... somewhat reassuring Zeph that even though the world seems like it may be too big for her, or at least bigger than she’s used to, she still has a place in it.

Her best friend in the party (as of right now) is a tiefling fighter named Ptah, and their interactions have... varied somewhat, but their moments of connection have occurred with one of them trusting the other with their vulnerability. Zeph confessing to him that she feels out of her depth, or Ptah telling her about his twin sister who he almost lost; Ptah offering to help her find her friend Bright, or Zeph assuring him she has his back even as he’s trying to figure out his place in the world. They also got drunk together one evening and had a 40-minute conversation ranging from a few of those moments of vulnerability to making puns and laughing together. They had some really great banter in there, it was a lot of fun. (Yeah okay fine I ship them and I’m taking the excuse to talk about it. Fight me.)

Putting the rest under a cut because this got long

13. Them in formalwear: Ooooh that’s a good question. Depends on the occasion. If it’s for a mission, something she might need to fight for, something that doesn’t inhibit her movement too much. Being a monk, that is sort of a thing that is important for her. She does like dresses, but it would be something probably just above knee-length, not too tight, so she could do martial arts in it if she needed to. And it would need to match her cloak of protection, which she wears pretty much everywhere if she can help it. If it’s in a situation where the chances of danger are negligible, she might go a little more fancy. A long dress, probably, I’m imagining something with sparkles. Little bit of a train. And in that instance she would probably feel comfortable enough to forego the cloak. (Will I now be looking for dresses she might wear in fashion posts, most likely.)

For Corda:

5. Their crying: Corda rarely cries, at least in front of the party. A function of being... emotionally distant from the world for so long (which, in turn, was a function of being undead and therefore pretty much a societal outcast) is that she is able to compartmentalize her emotions until it’s a more convenient time for her to process them. Recently, there have been more and more exceptions to the rule (at least in the sense that she reacts initially, shoves her emotions aside until it’s a better time, and then brings them back out to process them properly). In most cases, she cries silently. Tears form in her eyes and fall in total silence, sometimes she doesn’t even change her expression (or she tries not to). As far as I can remember, there has been one exception to this, and that was when Ghazril died. She’d been controlled, forced to fight us, and Corda discovered it was her and then confessed that she loved her right before dealing the killing blow. Even had the fight continued after that with other enemies, she would have been out of commission for the rest of it. She fell to her knees, wracked with sobs, dead to the world around her.

Since we brought her back, Ghazril has been the one person that Corda will consistently show her vulnerability to and confess her fears and doubts. She has taken it upon herself to be the one in the party who has her shit together, who can see things rationally and stay calm in a crisis. Because a lot of the time it seems like everything’s falling apart, and someone needs to be the anchor. But Ghazril has always known her better than most, it’s part of the reason she loves her, and Ghazril doesn’t need her to be the strong one. Ghazril is her strength, and her hope, and Corda can carry that strength to help the rest of the party.

10. Their interactions with an enemy/rival: Silence. Her tactic when interacting with enemies is to let them underestimate her. Let them think she’s not important. Initially, this was another function of her being undead. A lot of people considered them “lesser” beings, somehow, or like they wouldn’t have a say or an opinion, like they were just objects or weapons. It didn’t bother her. She’d existed long enough to know that people were always going to see her that way and there was nothing she could do to change it, so she chose to use it instead. She stays silent, she lets the others do the talking, she watches, and she learns.

One particular instance where this level of control came in handy: shortly after we fought Ghazril, we fought the second in command of the Big Bad of that arc, and she was... shall we say goading us about Ghazril’s fate. Even then, Corda stayed silent. This woman didn’t even know who Corda was, she’d never bothered to take notice of her, never bothered to consider her a threat. And Corda wasn’t about to tip her hand, however much she might have wanted to. So she waited. She clenched her fists and she bit her tongue and she stayed silent with every ounce of control she possessed.

19. Them drunk: Now after all that serious angst, here’s something a bit more lighthearted. Here’s the thing: undead can’t get drunk. They don’t taste food or drink or any of it, and they don’t need it so they don’t usually bother. In some of the undead communities, they would drink acid, just to try and feel something different, but before she met the group, Corda was a bit of a lone wanderer and never really engaged with the community at all. Since she became alive, there have been two instances where she’s consumed alcohol, and in both cases she rolled really well on her constitution save, so she has never in her life or death been more than a little tipsy. Most of it has consisted of her laughing at how drunk everyone else was getting and accepting drunken hugs when they were offered. (She really likes hugs, especially now that she’s alive and they’re not inherently unpleasant for the other person.)

#ask thing #shimmer-like-agirl #corda #corda evanwood #zeph #thanks for the ask!#i love them both so much

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stone-cold-groove · 3 years ago

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The Case of the Negligent Nymph - 1957.

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mykclassic · 4 years ago

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mykclassic is watching Perry Mason 1x12 "The Case of the Negligent Nymph" Rating to come soon!

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larphacks · 8 years ago

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Hi LarpHacks! Me and a few friends are going to play nymphs in the end of april. We will be in Sweden, yet one of my friends insists we should go barefoot for the characters. How do you recommend we treat our feet afterwards?

Hi @geishafromhell,

Unless you regularly LARP in bare feet, I recommend in the strongest terms against this course of action, I’m afraid!

For the average LARPer, going barefoot outdoors in Sweden in April (or in pretty much… anywhere outdoors, except maybe a sandy beach…. at any time of year) is a great recipe for serious foot and ankle injuries.

It may be that your LARP is indoors or at a clean, safe location where you know the ground is permissive and safe - in which case you can pretty much ignore most of the advice below; but I’m going to include it anyway because yours is a useful question and will be of help to other LARPers! :)

Sufficient foot callus to replicate practical footwear takes a long time to develop - could be years, depending on environment and genetics - and without it, you risk bruising, lacerations and puncture trauma to the soles of your feet. Even *with* sufficient callus, the average woodland/outdoor environment is likely to tear up the unprotected and sensitive dorsum (top) of your feet with brambles, gorse and thorns; even something as harmless as a pebble caught between the toes can be excruciatingly painful at the wrong moment. Many LARP sites also suffer from the defect that LARPers have used them in the past, and may have discarded debris in the soil and undergrowth such as broken glass, bits of fibreglass arrow core, tetanus-tastic metal scraps…

Without decent ankle support, running about in the woods puts you at risk of an ankle inversion injury (among other lower limb injuries). Maybe 0.01% of LARPers regularly run on rough trails in Vibrams or other “barefoot” shoes, but even they are at moderate risk of rolling an ankle if they’re doing anything like the irregular, quick-reversal agile movements found in LARP fighting and scrambling about the undergrowth. Everyone else, who doesn’t, should wear footwear that they are used to and comfortable with - and if they aren’t sure where to start, then they should try military or hiking boots with good ankle support as their first option.

The only person I know who regularly spends time outside barefoot who I *don’t* think is being daft is my mother, and she grew up in a family where shoes were seen as a sort of optional Sunday frippery, like ribbons in your hair or wearing a tie, in Texas in the 40s. I’m also pretty sure she kicked a rattlesnake to death barefoot when she was a little girl.

I have said before that I strongly advocate that kit should end at the ankles, and that comfortable, sensible footwear is considered far more important than good physrepping in all the games I enjoy. This holds even in games with very high and specific kit standards. I’m not risk averse as a LARPer - far from it - but having torn ligaments in my left ankle and undergone months of painful rehab to return to professional fitness, suffered countless blisters including a few nasty infections, and permanently lost feeling in a few toe joints, and all this despite very high foot care standards, I simply won’t take the piss with foot safety. Life is too short and I value my unassisted mobility too highly to care about accurate IC footwear.

However, I acknowledge that this is a personal opinion and not universal….

It may be that the game you’re playing requires you to wear IC footwear (or lack of it)*, or it may be that you’re as tough as my mother** and have steel-riveted cuirbouille soles, and are totally confident that you aren’t going to cause an inconvenient and embarrassing First Aid incident and negligently interrupt your fellow players’ game while you get carted to A&E for a tetanus jab and a telling-off from a handsome Swedish nurse. If that’s the case, I recommend the following course of action as soon as you’ve timed out:

Scrub your feet thoroughly but gently with soap and hot water.

Soak your feet for ~15 mins in a bucket of water - as hot as you can stand - and dilute Dettol (or whatever Swedish Dettol is called).

Examine your feet, recruiting a friend and/or a mirror to help if you aren’t flexible enough, thoroughly from end to end for embedded thorns, splinters and debris.

Using a pair of sterilised needlenose tweezers, a safety pin and lots of antiseptic, remove all the things that don’t share your DNA from your flesh.

Puncture and drain any blood blisters that are causing excessive pain or pressure, using the blister puncturing discipline described in the linked post.

Clean any wounds, scratches, blisters etc using the process described in this post. Don’t skimp on the antiseptic.

Apply dressings as needed.

Don’t try to remove any toenails which have bruised to black and died - they will fall off in their own time and you’ll do more damage trying to tear them off.

Regret your life decisions.

Check for spots of discoloration, numbness, leathery/white/bloodless patches or a “floury” appearance; these may represent early signs of immersion foot or non-freezing cold injury.

If you spot any of the above, see a doctor.

*I question your LARP decisions.

**You are not as tough as my mother.

#warning: opinions on the internet #larp #larphacks #foot care #footwear #my mum kills rattlesnakes #don't do the thing #feet #peets peets peets #opinions on the internet

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Demigods and Semi-devils, Chapter V (XI)

It was lucky that Yu Guangbiao had hit Duan Yu where he did. Had the blow landed anywhere else, the young man would have been injured, or at least felt a good deal of pain. But the Danzhong Acupoint was the storage point for energy drawn into the body using the Divine Art of the Northern Darkness.

Although Duan Yu had gone through the steps dozens of times, he was still considered an absolute beginner and had absolutely no chance of sapping another person’s energy with the touch of a finger. In any case, he would have been unwilling to do so. But Yu Guangbiao had hit him just above the Danzhong Acupoint, and unable to resist, his body had simply absorbed the energy of the blow. This was an extraordinary windfall, but Duan Yu was ignorant of it all. The only thought going through his head was: That man is really unreasonable. How did I hurt him by saying just a few words? He came to beat me up for no reason at all.

The energy he had absorbed was pulsating within him, and Duan Yu felt a tightness in his chest. He tried turning his thoughts to the long channels of the Ren and Lung meridians, and felt a gentle warmth flow down them and back again. The tightness eased. This little exercise actually meant that the energy was now properly stored, and would not dissipate. With just a blow to the chest, Duan Yu had gone from someone with no inner strength at all, to someone with just a little.

It was also a good thing that Yu Guangbiao was not especially skilled, and had not hit Duan Yu with all his might. If someone like the Crocodile God had done the same thing, Duan Yu’s Danzhong Acupoint would not have been able to hold the sudden surge of internal energy. His meridians would have ruptured, and he would have immediately started spitting blood. Eventually, he would have succumbed to his injuries. Yu Guangbiao had lost a negligible amount of energy, and had barely noticed it.

After lunch, Duan Yu continued practising his Light Steps Over the Waves technique. He took a deep breath before each step, letting it out at the next step. After he had finished all sixty-four hexagrams, he found that his breath was easy and light, with no sense of the paralysing numbness he had felt before. He began to go through the steps again, this time taking a breath and letting it out after every second step. The repetitive movements helped to strengthen the user’s internal energy, and with each successive cycle, Duan Yu made a little bit of progress.

Duan Yu had no idea that he was cultivating his inner energies. He saw, however, that his steps were becoming far more fluid and that he was able to move more quickly without putting strain on his body.

When that Yu fellow hit me, I managed to dodge the blow by moving from the “Well” stance to the “Conflict” stance. I should have mpved to the “Decay” stance after that, and I would have avoided the second blow as well. But I was thinking about my next move, and that made all the difference. Obviously I’m not familiar enough with these steps yet. I’ve got to become so familiar with them that I don’t even need to think before I act. Only then will I be able to escape them properly. It’s funny, isn’t it. Acting without thinking and thinking before acting - they’re so similar and yet they mean the difference between life and death.

Duan Yu set himself to practising the new technique from dawn to dask, pausing only to eat, sleep, and relieve himself. Sometimes, he had a guilty thought: I’m learning this just so I can escape and save Miss Mu, not because I truly wish to obey the fairy lady and learn her Divine Art of the Northern Darkness. This thought made him rather uneasy, so to assuage his conscience, he would occasionally carry out some of the exercises to strengthen his Lung and Ren Meridians. This was, however, done in a rather desultory fashion, and he paid no attention to the other techniques at all.

After some days, Duan Yu was fairly familiar with all the steps. He no longer had to pause for breath between each step, and even though he was fairly slow, he could at least breathe freely. His mood improved, and more and more, various snippets of the Ode to the Nymph of the Luo River came to mind.

Dim as the moon mantled in filmy clouds,

Restless as snow whirled by the driving wind

Suddenly her body is free,

She travels the world as if in play

The divine light parts and merges,

Now dark, now light again

She rises lightly, as graceful as a crane

Poised for flight, yet with wings still furled

As swift as a wild duck on the wing

Floating as lightly as a spirit

Her movements are singular

As though in threat, and yet in peace

She pauses and advances, and pauses again

Coming closer and and yet departing.

The last four lines seemed to capture the essence of what this technique was all about. But although Duan Yu grasped their meaning, his footwork was nowhere near allowing him to appear as though he were pausing and advancing at the same time. It would take years of practice before he would be able to attain that degree of skill.

At his current level, he was not entirely sure how capable he was of dodging an enemy should they try to grab him. He would have liked at least ten more days to hone his skills. But by his estimation, he had already been separated from Mu Wanqing seven days. Thinking of how she must be suffering under the Crocodile God, Duan Yu determined to escape that very day. He just hoped that the servant who brought him food knew nothing of martial arts, which would make things a lot easier.

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