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:
"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.
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
Goddess of war¤ The Vandrisvian pantheon is my own invention
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
HadesI kept my promise to Persephone, I sat ward on her while she was tripping down in those deep dimensions so far away from the world we can fathom with our normal senses. There were dimensions there which we could hardly figure out, and I understood that some trippers actually became crazy after a while, like Medusa was said to have been. Even I, lending just a piece of my mind, was affected. My cousin held on to that fragment of mind like a security rope, and she was also using it as a telephone line, sending back her impressions. And I was trying to sort these impression with my logical mind, even if everybody said it was futile. Still, I worked that way. I craved logic. I wanted to understand.
This made me change my mind about these trips, and suddenly Persephone and I found ourselves in reverse roles.
"You're just walking around, Athi," she said. "What is it you are looking for?"
"There are no such things down there. It's another world. We can't apply our logic upon i
PersephoneWhile Eleithya went on with soul healing my young cousin Persephone was the one to open my eyes for a new area of research. It all started with me almost colliding with Demeter at the pathway outside my Olympic home. Demeter managed to avoid crashing into me with an odd manoeuvre which almost had her ending up in the thorn bushes instead. I took hold of her arm and noticed that she was pale as a snowman and that her beautiful, dark brown eyes were large and worried.
"Dee, what's wrong?"
"It's Persephone, she hasn't answered her door in 5 days and now she has put a block on the entrance. And I can't get through it. "
"Five days... Well maybe she just wants to be left alone. Maybe she's..."
"No, Athena, there's something wrong. I can sense that. She has never locked herself in before, never refusing to answer the door. And now suddenly "and for five days! Why? I'm getting Zeus."
Demeter started ahead, and I followed her. My first thought was of course that this was false alarm
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.
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
Set up on the dancefloorSet up on the dancefloor
"This is Anaktoron of Eleithahar," dad said and indicated the tall, white-robed man standing beside his desk. "And these are my daughters Athena, Eleithya and Astraea who have shown interest in learning the art of soul healing. All three of them have taken the basic medicine classes in their youths and on top of that I consider Eleithya being a natural."
The god Anaktoron bowed slightly at us and we nodded back. He was handsome in an exotic way with almost blueish black long hair, light brown skin and the largest, dark eyes there is. Eyes with something surging in them, like a whirlpool and I couldn't let go. At the same time it felt like he was looking right into the depths of my being, seeing things I really wanted to keep to myself.
Anaktoron turned to dad:
"Great Zeus, they all have what it takes. I can start the education immediately. First with all three of them to go over the basics. Then I'll work with them individually. But I'll start by
"So Hera left again?" Sakura sighed after hearing Artemis dropping her bomb. "She is getting repetitive, this stepmother of ours. "
"But Taygeta!" Artemis shook her dark head. "She's Hera's employee for faiths sake. Her secretary! "
"Poor mum," Hephaistos said and toyed with his fork. "Why can't dad... Sorry, Hermes, but dads idea of a marriage isn't exactly a mainstream opinion. He's hurting mum with all these affairs. I want this to end!"
We were sitting in my dining room, having finished a light but delicate supper. Dusk was falling outside and the room was in twilight, a gentle, warm candle-light atmosphere. The six of us "Artemis, Sakura, Hephaistos, Hermes, Auroanos and I "didn't really know how to deal with this information and looked at each other for courage and support.
"Where's Hera now?" I asked.
"I don't know," Artemis admitted. "I was with dad when Iris mindcalled him, told him the news. He was angered of course, demanding to know every piece of information
Poseidon's plotPoseidon's plot
The aeroplane plant seemed to be the trigger that finally boosted my creation Alfapolis into becoming a real town. Earlier it had just been a minor settlement refusing to grove. Those who came to Alfapolis were mostly hothead pioneers and people who had gotten in trouble elsewhere and wanted to start over again in this new town, but without bothering to drop their earlier erroneous behaviour. Alfapolis had become a town of bar-fights, weird housing, yet weirder businesses and family constellations, a lot of illegal manoeuvring, and even outright crime.
Naturally I had been sad and disappointed. I feared that my big dream was dying. That Alfapolis was becoming a failure in spite of this big cross of energy-lines I had believed so hard in. Maybe I had been wrong about these crosses. Maybe Alfapolis was to become nothing, just because there were really nothing there to benefit from. Maybe these Attic gods had been right all the time "that the South wasn't anything w