|Deviant Login||Shop||Join deviantART for FREE||Take the Tour|
The summer of 66 became interesting and terrific! I had Hephaistos as my apprentice, he was intelligent, engaged and willing to learn. Then I spent much more time with both friends and family, did incognito beach trips and went holidaying on Crete, not far away from where dad had grown up. Amazingly I had never seen the place before. A tiny village among the mountains, getting most of its income from the tourists wanting to see the birthplace of Zeus. All right, it had become a tacky amusement park, but I guess that was only to expect.
In the end of Highsummer Month I felt different. Liberated. And I fell in love for real for the first time in my life. With that Attic god Aganthanon. It was wonderful. First.
Then it started to become complicated, the way I had always feared love would be. Agy demanded more and more of my time and my attention and he was really irritated when I brought Hephaistos to Alfapolis.
"But he's here to learn. And he won't bother us."
"But I ca
A goddess' work never endsA goddess' work never ends
Taking Nike's advice I started to research the Attic candidates for the resigning Orion's Hyperpantheon seat. There were in fact only two names up: A god named Aganthanon and a goddess named Pancleia. With hardly 500 mature immortals living in the Union Zeus had created, there weren't that many to choose from. At least 150 of us lived in the area of the capital, Ekarantanni. The rest of the gods were spread over the other 48 provinces, from Valhalla in the north to Carvessa in the south; Nippon in the east to Avalon in the west.
Save for Orion, Attica only held 4 immortals, Aganthanon, Pancleia, the former's mother, and the latter's spouse. And Pancleia was seen as a 'foreigner', hailing originally from Akaia, so all bets were on the tall, dark and handsome Aganthanon. There was something mysterious upon him, which attracted me, and I believe the attraction was mutual. But I was not down in Attica to chase boys but to find out if any of these deities w
Hera leaves ZeusHera leaves Zeus
I haven't said anything about my dads escapades yet. But they're a novella in themselves. Zeus and Hera had been married for almost three decades when he started to cheat on her. First he was discreet enough, and I guess Hera pretended that she didn't see. But then children started to appear. Europa wasn't the only one who had used Dad as an unknowing sperm donor. Imandros was the son of some railway goddess called Trimerda and Aglaia was the daughter of Eunomia of Thainavouri. Kids who seemed to pop out of nowhere. But they never became members of the Olympos, and we hardly saw them around, so I guess Hera could pretend that they didn't exist.
It became different with Hermes. Very different. Not only did he end up as an Olympian, he almost ruined dads marriage by his mere appearance. It was not so much about the boy himself, he was charming and smart, and even Hera couldn't help liking him in the end. It was the fact that he was the son of Maia, one of Hera's p
Crazy OlymposCrazy Olympos
My family - the House of Olympos is a crazy lot. I believe the term you'd use is docu-soap if you'd been a fly on the wall. I've already told about Eos and her eternal love problem. She went from arms to arms without being able to settle. And one of these men gave her a son "Zephyros. Little Zephy was blond and blue-eyed and the first suspected fathers were of course Zeus and Astraios. But Eos refused to say so we kept on guessing for a while. I knew that Demeter knew (she always does) but she's so good at keeping secrets.
Astraios "well, he had several women around town, but at the same time he and Leto were entertaining each other up home in a very buddy-like way. Leto admitted that she was bad at falling in love, that these kind of deep feelings were not her thing. I guess that was something she had passed on to her daughter, Artemis simply didn't care about men and love. And Hestia told that she had been badly burned once and was still healing her heart.
The Help PatrolThe Help Patrol
Nike and I had started working for the deities Learelia and her son Azirakon, helping them with their society projects at the outskirts of Thessalia"Ekarantanni and in the neighbouring provinces Elesios and Angresidor. The two of us started off feeling mostly like apprentices, but soon we were doing real job in Learelia and Azirakon's Help-Patrol. Real tedious jobs, like healing, crime prevention, stopping accidents and so on. There were so many mortals always getting in trouble and so few of us to help them. And usually Nike and I were so tired that we skipped all the social life and only worked, slept and ate. Until Hera of all people told us to stop.
"Athena, Nike, you are wearing yourself to rags," Hera was saying. "You can't help all the people all the time. You must stop and think about yourself for a while. How you two shall manage if things get too much. I know, I've been there, done that. "
We were sitting in the sun at the inner courtyard of the main bu
Finding my place in the worldFinding my place in the world
Birthdays, especially significant ones - like maturity age and when you turn decade, century and the likes - have always meant party at Olympos. And me turning 16 was no exception, on the contrary. Dad has always believed in working hard and partying hard. He thinks that if you don't party for real you have no energy or urge to work for real. And good parties always bring people together and strengthen communities, families and pantheons.
I was celebrated with a reception for friends and acquaintances at daytime, and then with the pantheon in the evening. The afternoon reception was more a 'duty thing' with people participating who might be useful for me and the pantheon in the future. The evening held the real party, with dinner and entertainment and my real friends around me. And as usual with birthdays they turned people in epic mode. It was not so much about earlier braveries of mine, I was after all just 16. But more cute
My Childhood YearsAthena - My life as a goddess
My childhood years
My first memory is about daddy. I remember him playing with me, throwing me a couple of metres up in the air and catching me when I'm coming down. Several times he does this. At that time he seemed larger than life to me (to be honest, he still seems that way to a lot of people). I remember the sun shining upon him from behind - or was it his inner light - and making his blond hair and golden headband almost blinding me.
I remember laughing and I remember him smiling at me, his blue eyes full of joy and warmness. And the next moment I remember him holding me and all felt cozy and safe.
Dad was there all the time in my first memories. There were other people too - women. Demeter with her hair full of colourful pearls which I tried to pull off. Hestia who played with fire to amuse me and told me scary stories she made up. Eos could sing and was always smelling so good and beautiful Iris was also good at telling stories, altho
Going HomeGoing home
"Guess I'm out of my wits completely..." I smiled and bit on my right index finger.
"Come on!" Neyta urged.
"...but it's Zeus..."
I guess I had expected a lot of comments here but everyone including Neyta became totally muted.
After a while Scadé of all people was the one to break the silence.
"You mean the Zeus?"
"Is there anyone else with that name?" Neyta scorned.
"Yeah, it's him all right," I answered. And here came the babbling.
"Are you out of your..."
"I though he was with... "
"No, Amaterasu's been dumped..."
"Hera, you're in deep trouble here. Not just politically. I'd back out with the speed of light if I was you. "
I looked at Freya who had spoken the last sentence. That's why I like this girl so much. She had already left gossip-status and given the political implications a thought.
"Why should she? Because you want him?"
"Oh, shut up, Ra!" Freya snarled. "Of course the elected Chair Lady of the Nexus c
The HurricaneThe Hurricane
"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
Keep in Touch!
Bluefley has a gallery filled with artwork that whisks you off in to a Sci-fi daydream, and keeps you captivated for hours. Marc has been a member of our community for over a decade and has achieved nothing but success with his astounding commitment to interacting with the community, sharing a prolific amount of video tutorials and generally being an all round rockstar deviant. It is no joke that we are absolutely delighted to award the Deviousness Award for April 2014 to ... Read More