2 March 2013
The silence between Hades and Nyx was not an awkward silence. Rather, it was the type of silence that occurs when speaking is not necessary. Hades was staring at the cobblestone path. Most of the little water polished pebbles were obsidian or amethyst. A garnet would sparkle every now and again. He was pretty sure it was one of the best looking paths in the Earths. He glanced up at Nyx, who was softly whistling Feur Elisë. Her hair was draped over one eye like a silk curtain, and her eyes reminded him of the sky at IceEdge. Her lips were the color of rubies. She turned and flashed him a quick smile. He smiled back. Her two pointy little fangs were actually beautiful, like crescent moons. She reached over cautiously and touched his fingertips with her strong claws. He grabbed her hand reassuringly. Nyx gazed into his eyes. Eyes were so much better black, like his. The white pupils looked like captured stars. His ebony hair swayed a bit in the breeze. His teeth were like needles, and just as coldly beautiful. Neither of them breathed. Then Hades pulled his hand back. " We should find the LostFae." He mumbled. She looked a bit taken aback, but nodded. She handed him a dagger made of a sharpened branch from an Ebony tree. She pulled out a bit of twisted metal for herself. The LostFae could be hostile.
Posidon let the pollywogs skim through his fingers. He looked up. He could still see the sun through the water. He wondered if any other types of Fae actually lived in the water. Apparently they did. He felt a bony hand wrap its fingers around his ankle. He felt himself being dragged down, away from the light.
Hecate and Aphrodite were not convinced that all was peaceful, even with their surroundings. They were walking through a meadow full of lavender, and several flowers. Hecate stopped to examine a Queen Anne's Lace. She grinned slightly. It was made of lace. Living growing lace. This was interesting. She tapped a poppy, and it exploded in a puff of pollen and seeds. Poppies pop. Nice. Aphrodite was also examining the interesting flora. She laughed as she stuck her finger in front of a pink tulip, and it gently kissed her fingertip. Two lipped tulips. The roses petals would occasionally float into the air. Hecate flopped down on the ground. Were they supposed to be doing something? Who were they? Who was she? She lost her train of thought as a miniature house flew down and landed on her nose.
And they both dropped down into a lazy but deep sleep.
Cronus Chapter Fourteen • Opuss № I