Hello Fireflies! I've started writing a story based on mythology and modern science. I hope you like it!
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Mist?
Freyja had called Livora to meet her.
Livora was on her way to the ring Olympus (where the gods come to meet the
mortals on Earth). The ring of Olympus was a magnificent work of art. It was a
crescent silver coloured moon in a fairy garden a peaceful yet intriguing As Livora
was on her way to the ring, she gulped and clutched on to her leather bag pack
which her father, Chase Greyson had gifted her on her 15th birthday.
It was as if her backpack was getting heavier by each step she took with great difficulty.
Questions raced her mind “Did mum find out?” “How could she?” Livora’s thoughts
kept circling back to the unsettling meeting with a deceit—a meeting that could
change everything. Livora finally reached the ring where her mum, Freyja the
goddess of love, beauty and war was waiting for her. Freyja stood in ethereal
beauty. Her blue eyes beamed love and warmth she had inside her heart for her
daughter. Her beautiful golden locks brushed on her face, making her look as if
she descended from heavens... Livora looked at her mother with tears in her
eyes- she felt the weight of her mother’s gaze on her eyes. She hid from her
nothing but a deceit.
As
soon as Freyja laid her eyes on Livora she told her “Livy! It’s been a long
time since I’ve met you? How have you been dear?” Livora finally let out a
breath she was holding. She felt so light hearted by listening to that one word
from her mother, ‘Livy’, it made the difference. It made her forget all her
worries and she started sobbed like a baby who hadn’t met its mom for quite
some time. The dam which she built inside her finally broke and the river in
her stared flowing as if it was waiting for eternity. She ran to her and
embraced her letting all her emotions come out in the form of tears. As if the
rain was finally able fall on this earth after winds and thunderstorms stopped
it. Her mother’s arms was like a cocoon to her, a cocoon that shielded her from
the weight of the world. After a while
Livora, felt better and decided to talk to her mother. She decided to tell her
everything. The deceit, the unsettling meeting. The manifestations she had. She
gulped in fear but thought that the only one who could help her cope was none
other than her mum.
She started, “I’ve missed you so much!
Falling into the Tartarus is nothing compared to living each moment without
you”. As soon as the words left her lips she could see her mother’s face
turning pale. Her eyes which beamed warmth and loved suddenly started beaming
nothing but fear. As if she knew the turmoil brewing her daughter’s mind. “You m-met Mist…”
----- To Be Continued --------
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