Chapter 1
The river of time flows ever on
Its twists and turns change the view
However, not the course it bears.
For a pebble thrown into its waters
Creates beautiful ripples and eddies.
However, the mighty river flows ever on.
All hope one day to be the one.
Who can alter, reverse, or stop its rapids?
Until that day, the river flows ever on.
A loud steady clap
interrupted Malystrix’s gentle singing as she rocked in her chair and idly
knitted. Normally, such an intrusion to someone who has lived in utter solitude
for over two millennia would be welcome; however, Malystrix knew there was only
one being that could accomplish that feat. It was the one being that she held
the most contempt and hatred for; the God of Chaos Leto.
“Such a memorizing
and scintillating hymn my dear. It nearly stilled my eternal heart.” The air
before Malystrix shimmered briefly, and the golden outline of the God stood
before her. She did not cease her knitting. She continued rocking; her long
auburn hair softly outlined her ever youthful and round face.
“Why thank you my Lord,
I am eternally grateful for such praise. I will make sure it comforts me during
these next millennia of exile you have so generously bestowed upon me.”
The golden outline
flared in anger. “You dare mock me? It was insubordination such as this that
put you in this predicament!”
Malystrix’s hands
clenched momentarily, but her voice remained even; calm. “I am still at a loss
understanding how refusing your advances are considered insubordination. You
cannot and will not ever force me to love you Leto.”
The arm of the golden
outline shot outward and Malystrix was thrown to the wall, her body held
against it as if held by her throat. “You are a minor goddess Malystrix and as
such under my command! I do not know why I bother it seems two thousand years
has still not rid you of the filth of mortal love.”
Although pinned
against the wall her face remained passive. “Even our siblings disagree with
this.”
“Disagree they may,
however, they know that by Divine Law, they cannot stop me, I am well within my
rights. You brought shame on us all with your heretical dalliance.”
“Love is not a
dalliance my Lord. Perhaps if you understood that you could have won my heart
long before. The other Gods understand this, and that is why I suffer my exile
gladly knowing my love still exists in other forms.”
Leto’s hold on
Malystrix loosened allowing her to slump to the floor. “Ahh you speak of your half-breed child. Even that is allowed by my good
graces.”
“Your brother and
sister allowed it not you.”
“How wrong you are
my dear. Your river of time has sped up dramatically Malystrix. Even in mortal
reckoning the time of the Prophecy is at hand. As we speak events transpire
that are leading to my inevitable and triumphant outcome. My complete victory
is ensured! Your half breed is unknowingly playing the part I had intended all
along.”
Calmly, Malystrix
picked up her knitting needles and sat back in her rocking chair. “He will stop
you.”
The golden outline
flared once again not in anger but in triumph. “He cannot stop me. The fool is
but a pebble in your river Malystrix. He is trapped in the prophecy and soon
enough he will realize that he too is merely playing a part that will lead to
his unraveling and my ultimate triumph. The next time I return my dear will be
in victory, and then you can choose to finally see my greatness or rot in this
emptiness for all eternity!”
The golden outline
disappeared. Malystrix’s steady hands lifted the blanket she had finally
finished for the uncounted number of times. “He will stop you.” Smiling in satisfaction,
she began unraveling it as she continued humming the hymn she started before
the unwanted interruption.
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