True Friendship never diesTrue Friendship never dies
I celebrated the weekend with taking a mortal man to bed. Freya, Neyta and I went undercover as mortals and headed out to sample the nightlife of this never-sleeping city that Ekarantanni had become. Electra had gone home to Troy and her young child. After two bars and tree clubs I found myself in the arms of a handsome dark man. He was barely past 20 and was nothing but outright about what he wanted with me. I mindcalled my friends and then I followed the young man home. We had a night that wasn't sparkling and ethereal like it can be with my own kind, but pleasant enough for me to feel a bit of wellness. Just resting my head on afit male chest was a bliss.
I left him sleeping at dawn. A simple note by the bed 'We won't be seeing each other again, but thanks / Lady of the night'. Then I flew eastwards above the rooftops of Ekarantanni. The sun was beginning to come up. Like a piece of melted iron she rose out of the waves of the Central Ocean, and pai
It was obvious that the Union Capital had once been designed by some megalomaniac with a raving passion for art-déco. Upon my return to Ekarantanni, that characteristics had only been strengthened, more obvious. I had been away for 15 years, and during that period Ekarantanni had grown from a middle sized city to a world metropolis rivalled by none. Skyscrapers surging into the air, highways snaking themselves through the urban area and the harbour was enormous. And so was the central train station. The river Airetis was 'tamed' by quays, chanal and bridges, and the swamp areas in the south were filled and ditched out and transformed into densely populated suburbs like Iolkos, Helikon and Dodona. Ekarantanni sprawled over a large area, somewhat halted in the north by a mountain range that had only been faraway blue tops in the years I lived here the last time.
I flew in together with some other delegates appointed for the Hyperpantheon. We were five deities from
Three weeks later I went to Argos to see Selene and her pantheon. My visit to them was long overdo, but for the first time I felt like I had a good reason to consider me as an equal to this famous Selene. I was now regarded as the main deity of Argos, and Cheiron and Argus as members of my little pantheon. Ostasus was degraded to "protector of banking and business", something he had been engaged in all the time anyway.
Selene's pantheon is located a bit north of Argos, at an island in the middle of a deep, indogo large lake. Not only was the vista achingly beautiful, the location of the settlement made it easy to defend from Titans and other villains. And the palace was different to say the least. Pink and purple with catwalks, towers, glass cupolas and stained-glass windows it looks almost like an oversized cake, which I politely labelled "nice" upon meeting my host.
Back then the pantheon consisted of five grown-up gods. Selene was married to a man named Irolos with who
My contacts with Neyta of Kergandar became the start of the real growth of the New Dawn Party. Over the next years the peacock symbol was spread from Argos to Kergandar, to Larissa, to Nanara and to many other places. It went where the Union idea earlier had had trouble landing in fertile earth. And with it went all kind of attention. People were starting to feel that this was something interesting and unusual and came and checked us out. And there were a lot more interested faces than I had expected, people coming to our rallies and staying afterwards to talk about this and that. About old gods they missed and new one they feared. Thus I found that just being accessible gave me a lot of mortal followers.
Cheiron had left the mayor's office, to help me campaigning. One of 'our' mortals sat there instead, and we were also forming an Argos Agora in the style of the Ekarantanni one. Now Ostasus couldn't say anything more about us selling out the self-rule idea. With an Agora
The 'New Dawn' partyThe 'New Dawn' party
A lot of things happened to me and with me during my years in Argos. Most of it will not be a part of this story, because it was mostly about small town plotting, and the way I handled it was similar to that Derianda story I experienced during my last months at the New Pantheon. Nevertheless I developed a lot as a human being. I got over Neario for instance. It took a while, and he is still a bittersweet memory stored in a golden box in one of the inner chambers of my soul.
Then I found new friends and had some lovers. Nothing sparkling or fantastic, more in the way of being cozy and pleasant. Cheiron and I did sleep with each other once "but mostly out of curiosity. I also had a try at being a deity. Not so much as through mortal followers (although I acquired quite a few Argosites when I set out against Ostasus) but more through immortal politics, which eventually took me to the Hyperpantheon. But let's not rush ahead of events.
I learned that
Argos was to become the next chapter in my life though. Argos, located on the river banks of Gerdya, was at that time a middle-sized town with about 200 000 inhibitors, and gained its income from textile industries and tourism to the hot spring spas at the northern edge of the town. These springs were connected to the old volcano Diro.
Diro had had an incarnated god warding the town as well as keeping the mountain under control. But he, like so many others, had become a victim of the Titans, and now the mountain looked sad and lonely when you entered the town via the east-bound railway. Like that poor volcano was actually missing it's keeper. (At that time we had no knowledge about quantum-base-connections between dead and living things and how incarnations actually worked. We only knew that it did work, that some deities were born intimately connected to powerful natural phenomenas and forces.)
Cheiron lived in a part of Argos called Western Ground. I mindcalled ahead,
Hera on the runHera on the run
"But why?" Hestia looked at me with puzzled eyes.
"That's not an answer. "
"Something happened. "
"Where? Here at New Pantheon? "
"Yes, here at New Pantheon. "
"Someone did something to you? Said something to you? Hera, you don't have to leave because someone..."
"I did something. A mistake."
"Let's just say I screwed up. Big time. And now I have to leave before... Well, there are certain people I don't want to see right now."
"Hera, what happened? What did you..."
"Hestia, I might tell you later. But at the moment I don't care to talk about it. "
"Please, I'm your friend. I wont tell anyone. Promise. "
"Promise! Not even to Iris."
"Especially not Iris. I love her dearly but she's too talkative, especially after a few glasses of wine."
"OK... To cut a long story short... I slept with Zeus. "
Oddly enough Hestia didn't look that surprised. She only asked:
"Yesterday! At the Solstice party."
"Hahaha! Welcome to the club, lassie!"
Late night mistakeLate Night Mistake
I left Themis with her sour face and her spilled wine and absent-mindedly I walked out in one of the living rooms, where I met Nyx. She was sitting at a table, half-finished dish of ambrosia beside her and tearing through her braided, jetblack hair with restless chocolate-coloured hands while looking at a puzzle of small pieces of paper spread out over the table.
Back in the war the dark-skinned girl had been a trapper and a healer. And because of her ability to see in the dark she was called Queen of the Night. How come war deeds always sound so glamorous in the rear view mirror? Now she has merged her two abilities, the medicine and the research skill, to work with something that looked rather dull but was no less important than to find secret tracks and heal wounded Warsisters and -brothers.
Each paper carried a name, the names of us in the New Pantheon together with a lot of others, most of them more or less familiar. Other immortals.
" What is this? "