starfire1657

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 7. On the Hunt for a Goddess pt. 2 - The Messenger and the Huntress

Trigger Warning: Manipulation and slight abuse.

Summary: Artemis and Hermes have a talk, about their situation with Ares and their standing in Olympus. 

************************************************************************

As the hunter realizes his target is nowhere to be seen, he tries again to catch his most desired prize.

However, he fails repeatedly, and his frustrations begin to surface.

As hope seems lost and the hunter is ready to quit, a light forms at the end of the tunnel, and he is offered a helping hand. 

He stares at the hand and the smiling faces of his friends. Initially, he wants to reject it. He wants to turn the offer away because his pride is too great, and he doesn’t need the help of others to enter his own appointed mission.

Alas, the more he reflected on his struggles, the more he realized that it would take not just himself but the help of others to find his prize and that maybe he needed more than his skill to succeed.

So, the hunter takes the hand, setting his pride to the side and allowing others to join his hunt. Accepting the aid he had wanted to abandon, the hunter’s party grew by two.

~ * ~

Throughout the rest of the afternoon, Ares stood in his study with his siblings, going over details and plans for finding the goddess of mystery.

It didn’t take much time convincing Artemis to help with the hunt. Mainly because it was Hermes who made the convincing decision. In comparison, Ares constantly tried to get her back out by throwing remark after remark towards her. This, in turn, caused Artemis to bite back as well, and soon, more than once, Hermes had to be the one to keep them from killing each other.

After a session of bickering and arguing, along with a hint of comedic quips from Hermes. The messenger god quickly briefed his sister on the situation, and soon the divine siblings finally devised a plan of action towards finding Ares’s goddess.

Well, it mainly was Artemis, but the boys (reluctantly on Ares’s part) agreed.

Their plan was simple: At dawn, they would meet at the spot where the goddess appeared to Ares in the gardens and track her from there. However, tracking her might be slightly more difficult with the gardens in such a disastrous state. At the mention of the challenge, Artemis briefly glared at the war god, her expression conveying her emotions. Ares returned the look with his sharp glare, but thankfully (for Hermes), he didn’t

say anything to the huntress. Instead, they just stood there constantly exchanging sharp and murderous glances at one another.

Hermes wanted to sigh in relief until he remembered something his sister had said about their plan.

“Wait. . . At dawn? As in when the sun is just coming up?” Hermes questioned, eyebrows furrowing on his face, “Tomorrow?”

“No, next week,” Ares replied sarcastically with an added eye roll. “Of course, she meant tomorrow. What did you think she meant?!” The war god shouted at his brother. Seriously, was his brother always such an idiot?

“Hey, I was just trying to clarify that I heard right,” the messenger god said, defending himself. “I just wanted to ensure you were on the same page.”

“I already was on the same page, unlike you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

Ares’s crimson eyes narrowed as he scrutinized his brother. However, before he could say anything, Artemis stepped in.

“What the brute -”

“Who are you calling a brute?!” Ares growled, but Artemis ignored him.

“My apologies,” she apologized mockingly. “What that wild boar over there is trying to say is, what is so concerning to you about waking up at dawn? We all know you have a lot on your shoulders as the messenger of the gods and the guide of souls. On the other hand, you have practically been begging to get that thing…” Artemis then jabbed her thumb at Ares.  

Causing the god in question to side eye the spear hanging on the wall behind the huntress, wondering if it would be such a terrible idea to lodge the shining weapon in his bastard sister’s abdomen. Honestly, that idea brought a sinister and satisfied smile to his lips. This caused Hermes to sweat nervously and fearfully, as he wondered what malicious thoughts were churning inside his brother’s subconscious.

“…To let you help with this quest. So, I ask you, brother, is there something you must do at dawn that is a cause for your sudden concern?” She had asked her little brother.  

“Tomorrow is Saturday,” he expressed honestly, causing his siblings to raise an eyebrow at him. “I… Like to sleep in.”

The deadpan expressions that Ares and Artemis gave him were nothing short of amusing. As predicted, Artemis mumbled something under her breath and rubbed her temples, while Ares just glared and slowly stalked towards him as if he were a feral beast. 

“Let me get this straight. " Ares loomed over Hermes now, his crimson eyes slightly glowing scarlet. “You are concerned about waking up at dawn, not because of some important matter. But instead, it's because you don’t want to waste a few extra minutes of sleep?!”

“Correction, brother, it's beauty sleep, that is important to me,” Hermes responded while trying to find the nearest exit. Just in case his brother decided to kill him.

If only he would learn to stop running his damn mouth.

“To be fair, Saturday is the only day I can get extra hours of sleep. I am a busier god than you, and I rarely have decent moments to relax.” He exclaimed, his eyes meeting his elder brother’s.

Hermes saw a flicker of understanding in his brother’s eyes momentarily. As Hermes was one of the busiest Olympians, it was justified that the speedster would want to cherish his little downtime.

Ares, for his part, understood wholeheartedly his brother’s busy schedule. Heck, he even contributed to the gods’ hurrying tasks from time to time. He may be a heartless bastard at times, but Ares once had a slight sympathy for his half-brother.

For once.

“Besides, brother,” Hermes said, smoothing the right side of his hair. “You could use some beauty sleep; you don’t want those scowl lines to frighten your poor goddess now, do you?”

And the sympathy was gone.

All too quickly, Ares lunged at his brother, and Hermes swiftly moved out of his reach. Hermes has never been more grateful for being the god of speed. Unfortunately, Ares also had some swift reflexes, and the war god grabbed his younger brother by the collar of his cape and locked him in a chokehold.

“YOU FLEET-FOOTED BRAT!”

“WAIT! I DIDN’T MEAN IT! I DIDN’T MEAN IT!” Came the desperate but choked cry of the messenger god. Who flailed about in his elder brother’s hold, while trying to pry the god of war’s arms off.

“WILL YOU STOP FLAILING LIKE A DAMN FISH AND HOLD STILL!” Ares cried in fury and exasperation.

“I’LL STOP FLAILING LIKE A FISH, IF YOU WEREN’T TRYING TO BREAK MY NECK!” Hermes had countered. His emotions were heightened, and even though he was mostly being playful, at the same time, the god felt his fear building.

“I AM GOING TO BREAK YOUR NECK IF YOU KEEP FLAILING ABOUT LIKE CRAZED BUFFOON!” Ares had yelled back, his frustration mounting ever the more. 

“MAYBE I WOULDN’T WANT TO FLAIL SO MUCH IF I DIDN’T WANT TO BREAK. MY. NECK!”

“I DO NOT WANT TO BREAK YOUR NECK!”

“YES, YOU DO YOU LUG HEAD!”

“CALL ME A LUG HEAD ONE MORE TIME AND I AM GOING TO BREAK YOUR NECK!”

“SEE YOU DO WANT TO KILL ME!”

“At this point, it does sound like a more satisfying option,” Ares said, not yelling this time but considering his opinions. At least he would be down one annoying bastard sibling.

Hermes’s eyes widened in terror as he processed his brother’s words. “WHAT?!”

“You know what,” Ares smiled evilly. “Maybe I should, at least then I would be down one annoying sibling. Then afterwards, I will personally feed your body to my hounds.” Ares leaned down to whisper darkly and menacingly in his brother’s ear. A tone that promises immediate death.

“And trust me, brother, they are very hungry.”

Hermes was now afraid, but terrified because he hated his brother’s hounds. Mainly because when he was a child, he was chased by hellhounds throughout Olympus. Fair, he did try to make away with one of his brother’s prized spears. If it weren’t for his elder brother calling them off, he would’ve been dead. If Hermes was being honest, it was one of the moments that made the wing-footed god adore his eldest brother. He saw him as his hero. Yet it was that very exact moment as well that made him scarred for life!

Fearing for his immortal life, Hermes’s eyes darted towards his sister in sheer desperation. To this, Artemis looked like she was entirely done with life. Probably mumbling to herself about how stupid the male species is. However, Hermes didn’t care what his sister’s current opinions were. HE NEEDED RESCUING!

“SISTER! HE’S GOING TO KILL ME! HELP ME!”

Artemis just facepalmed and muttered tiredly, “How am I related to you two?”

***

Ultimately, Artemis managed to pry Hermes out of their brother’s grip. To which Hermes responded with exaggerated gratitude.  

“Thank you, sister!” he said, touching his chest and panting deeply. “Any moment longer and I would’ve seen the Elysium Fields.”

Ares and Artemis rolled their eyes at him, as their brother was more theatrical than their brother Dionysus on a good day. When he isn’t nearly falling over from intoxication. Which said a lot.  

After everything had settled, the divine siblings reviewed the plans one last time before Hermes and Artemis departed from their brother’s home. Well, it was more like they were kicked out rather than even given the choice.

Artemis was more than happy to leave, hoping not to EVER set foot in that abomination of a palace again. That and the more she spent in the company of her war-headed half-brother, Artemis, was sure she would load him with arrows.

Hermes, on the other hand, was secretly disappointed. He had wanted to try and see if he could spend a little more time with his eldest brother, a bit longer. He even asked subtly if he could stay to chat with his brother and sister some more over dinner, but Ares gave him the cold shoulder and a snarky comment from Artemis aimed at the war god. This caused the two to argue and bicker again. Resulting in them both getting kicked out.

The swift-footed god sighed dishearteningly, a sound his sister’s ever-sharp ears picked up on.

“What is with that sigh, brother?” The huntress asked him. “Was what that mongrel said back there affecting you?”

Artemis and Hermes were walking through the streets of Olympus, heading toward their palaces. It was dusk now, and Artemis had to raise the moon soon, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t discuss the day’s interesting events.

“Our brother is a part of my downed spirits, yes, but not in the way you're thinking,” he responded honestly. “It’s just… I had hoped that…”

Hermes took a breath, unsure how he could express his innermost thoughts. The swift-footed god loved all his half-siblings; he had no favorites. Even though it didn’t appear that way when he was always around Apollo, except this was completely different, he was already close to his half-siblings, besides Ares. He could tell them anything, but how was he supposed to tell Artemis this?

He longed to reconnect with their eldest brother, the mongrel, as she had so gently put it. Unlike their other siblings, Hermes never gave up hope that Ares would one day return and everything would be like before.

Before the war with the Titans.

Before the war with the giants. 

A time in which their brother didn’t outright hate them, and called upon their death like his mother did. 

Instead, it was a time when their brother, despite his jagged edges, treated them like family.

His family.

How was he supposed to tell Artemis this when she was the one to disown him first? She admitted that she would rather personally throw him into Tartarus than have any close contact with him.

It was just hard, and when hard times got him down, he just did the next best thing.

He covered it up with a smile.

“I just hoped I would get a few more hours of sleep,” he joked, stretching dramatically to prove his point. “Seriously, you and Ares are so cruel to have me wake up unnecessarily at dawn to find his goddess; it's simply unfair.”

Artemis rolled her midnight blue eyes, but Hermes didn’t miss the small smile that graced her face.

“You and you’re laziness; does it not know no bounds?”

Hermes gasped and touched his chest in mock defense, “My word! Are you accusing me of being lazy, dear sister?”

Artemis smirked and crossed her arms, “If the sandal fits.”

Hermes huffed, fixing his cloak and tossing his braided hair over his shoulder. He turned a sassy glare at his sister, and Artemis had to keep herself from laughing.

“Well, I assure you, sister, that I am a god of caliber and refinery. Accusing me of such… Slander, it is unbecoming of you, dear sister.”

Artemis just checked her nails, “I say it is very becoming of me, considering I am the elder of us two.”

“You did NOT just pull the ‘I am the eldest’ card.” Hermes gasped, pointing an accusatory finger at the huntress.

“Did! As an elder, it is within my rights to point out the more lacking qualities in my siblings, especially my brothers.” She smirked again at Hermes, who looked so scandalized it was downright laughable.

The god huffed in false indignation and stormed over to a nice balcony overlooking the vast lands of Greece. Hermes folded his arms and placed them on the railing as he gazed at the view

of the setting sun. The warm breeze brushed against his clean-shaven cheeks, and the god closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh dusk air.

Artemis watched as her mischievous brother became instantly content. The calming atmosphere engulfed him, and soon, it overcame her, too. She joined Hermes’s side at the balcony railing with quiet steps and copied his stance. The breeze blew gracefully over her face, gently tossing her silver hair in the wind.

“It is an interesting thing, don’t you think?” Hermes commented gently to his sister, eyes never leaving the horizon. “That there was always a force in the shadows that even we gods never knew about. Is there more out there that we don’t know, or are we not allowed to see?”

Artemis knew what the messenger meant, or exactly who he meant. The mysterious goddess that became their half-brother’s new obsession. Even though she heard the story from both Hermes and the rabid dog. She still couldn’t believe it, because it sounded like a wild hallucination rather than a reality. Like a goddess that no one has seen before appears out of nowhere and instantly can do what others could not.

Which was calm, the god of war, during one of his famous rampages, and he lived to tell the tale.  

The goddess of the hunt was beyond skeptical.

“Just imagine it, sister,” Hermes continued, his facial expression giving way to childlike wonder. “A goddess shrouded in mystery and intrigue that even the fates might not know who she is.”

“Now that is wishful thinking, Hermes, since the fates know everything and everyone.” She had remarked, quickly giving him a reality check.

Hermes’s smile never faltered as he continued to remain in the excitement he felt. “I know, sister, but just think. A goddess, unfamiliar to us, who possesses the ability to pacify our ill-tempered brother. It sounds like a miracle to me and may be a new dawn for all of us.”

Artemis stared at her little brother momentarily before focusing on the setting sun again. Something about this didn’t sit right with her, none of it.

“You shouldn’t get your hopes up. Nothing is assured in this world, brother, not even for us gods.” Hermes’ smile fell from his face at her words, but Artemis didn’t seem to notice or care. Instead, she shared her thoughts on the matter with her brother.  

“This all seems too strange, a goddess not familiar to the pantheon. Who emerged unexpectedly and departed with the same swiftness as her arrival. Leaving our brother as the only witness to have seen her. But even then, he has no true clue about who she is. No name. No trace of where she came from. There is no indication of her domain; it remains unclear. Almost as if…”

“We are chasing a ghost,” the speedster finished.  

“Exactly!” Artemis expressed, throwing her hands up and standing to her full height. “Hunts are my specialty; I can track anything without even breaking a sweat. A simple hare, done. A great, strong stag, easy. A murderous cyclops, I can do that in my sleep.”

“Which is why you’re the best hunter in existence, sister. No one could ever hope to match you,” Hermes praised, causing the goddess to stand straighter with newly raised pride.

“Thank you, brother, you are starting to become my favorite.”

Hermes perked up, his lips curling into his signature teasing smile, “Truly? Am I more favorable than Apollo?”

“Only on the days he doesn’t stress about his hair,” she said with a playful eye roll.

“So, every other day then,” Hermes teased. Zeus's son and daughter burst into a fit of laughter. The air filled with revelry and warmth despite the seriousness of their current conversation. Still, as soon as their mirth died down, the atmosphere turned back serious, but thankfully, the warmth that formed between the two continued to linger in the air.  

Artemis returned to her original posture beside Hermes, her form relaxed and a question on her lips.

“Tell me the truth, brother,” the huntress said, causing the god to fix his eyes on the side of her face. Artemis didn’t turn to face him, for her eyes remained on the landscape below.

“Why are you trying so hard to help Ares? He is a heartless brute who only cares about himself and his ambitions. Additionally, he treats us bastards as if we are the sins of the world, just like his wicked mother. So, why help him, brother?”

Hermes’s face dropped and was replaced with an emotion Artemis couldn’t quite entirely place.

Was it guilt?

Could it have been a sense of shame?

Whatever it was, the goddess watched as her half-brother tilted his head down slightly to stare at his hands. His fingers fidgeted, a nervous habit he had picked up over his divine years. A way to calm and slightly distract his mind when things got too real for him in certain situations.

This was one of them.

“Is Ares forcing you to aid him in this?” The moon goddess asked gently, but her voice rapidly grew to have a sharpness to it. “For if he is, you are not obligated to assist him. In battle, sometimes it is best to withdraw for your own sake. Do not let that poor excuse of a god strong-arm you into anything. Especially, to find his so-called mystery goddess, which I believe would be better off hidden, than encounter that barbarian a second time.” 

Hermes didn’t know how to respond to this question properly or the additional insults towards Ares without the fear of judgement that would follow from his sister right after. What Hermes was doing was out of desire and a secret desire to help his lost brother.

Being the god of thieves, Hermes has more than once found himself blending in the shadows or under his cloak of invisibility. It was easier for the trickster to get away with a lot of things, one of those things being information, making him a remarkable spy and informant. Alas, that also left the god able to see behind the scenes for some, and sometimes, what he found out broke him.

One of those times it was Ares.

Rightfully, Hermes admits that a long time ago, he shared the same sentiment with his other half-siblings. The moment Ares turned his back on all of them and took the side of his mother, Hera. Calling them bastards and scorning their existence, all because they shared a father who was unfaithful to his wife. A father who sired illegitimate children from his countless affairs, serving as a heavy reminder of his sins. The moment that his brother’s crimson eyes turned from a look that was even considered warmth. To blood-boiling, murderous hatred, Hermes also decided to distance himself.

In contrast to his bolder siblings, the divine twins Artemis and Apollo. Hermes didn’t express his pure, unbridled hatred towards the war god. Nor did he overly avoid him, like Dionysus and Persephone (tried to at least), do. Instead, over time, he treated Ares like he does with his stepmother.

He was respectful and cordial. He never stayed long in their presence unless necessary. He never tried to make friends with them or get in their good graces. He just was there, watching and listening. He spoke when needed and approached when needed. Other than that, he stayed out of their way.

The illegitimate son of Zeus never tried to rekindle the bond that was beginning to manifest between him and his eldest brother in their youth. Deciding that it was better to leave it alone and let the chasm that divided them grow more and more over the years. Leaving no bridge to help each other cross into that lighthearted sense of familiarity and unity and separating his brother and his scornful mother on the other side. At the same time, he and his other illegitimate siblings stood tall and firm on the opposite side of the divide. Bracing together through any storm or hardship that came their way. They held on, through thick and thin.

 After all, bastards stick together in this cruel realm of the gods. In all its shining glory, that was draped in gold and splendor. It was a nest of venomous snakes ready to strike any moment. There were moments when they were at peace, but peace was fleeting in the realm of the gods. Something that they only dream of.

Even so, Hermes felt that easiness mainly through the variety that he had his siblings.

Apollo.

Artemis.

Hephaestus.

Dionysus.

Persephone.

Even Athena, despite not being a bastard, was one of the many individuals in his life whom he could rely on the most. For that, Hermes was satisfied and didn’t have any need at the time to even consider bringing Ares into that same mold. As Hermes knew that his bastard hating brother would just taint that sphere of happiness that Hermes held dear, he just left it.

Until one day that all had changed.

“He doesn’t have anyone else sister,” the messenger finally spoke out. “You might not believe it or see it, but I do, and it is disheartening.”

As he spoke, Artemis raised a brow in confusion, but Hermes didn’t pay it any mind. Cause he was right, and he would have never seen it before himself if it wasn’t for that night. The moment that opened his eyes to the reality of his brother’s situation and changed his mindset permanently.

Hermes let his mind drift briefly back to a few years ago, on a warm, starry night.

***

The sky was a perfect dark blue, the stars were shining bright and brilliantly in the dark celestial blanket that divided the air from the unfathomable space of Gaia’s Earth and Poseidon’s Sea.

Hermes had just finished his trip to the underworld, delivering another soul into the realm of his uncle. A small mortal child, with a tragic end. It was his last errand for the night, and the day had been so hectic that he needed some well-deserved rest. As he walked down the streets of Olympus, giving kind smiles and waves to other deities and divine creatures, such as a dryad or satyr. Hermes made his way towards his father’s palace to give him one last report, before turning in for the night.

Unfortunately, the fates had other plans.

After giving his report, Hermes remembered passing by a private room in the palace, and the door was slightly ajar. He passed by it without care, until he heard voices inside. Curious, he backtracked and peeked through the crack in the door, an air of borderline nosiness surrounding him. He placed the hood of his cloak on his head, concealing his presence from whomever was beyond the ornate doors. However, when he peaked inside the room he was not prepared for what he saw or being witness to a conversation that wasn’t for his ears. 

Ares stood in the room, his head lowered and his muscles tense. The great god of war didn’t exactly look so great now. Despite trying to appear strong and resilient, on the outside Hermes saw the sadness and pain that tried to hide deep within his blood red eyes.

Across from his brother stood his stepmother, Hera, the queen of the heavens in all her regalness and grandeur. Her purple dress flowing behind her and golden crown resting perfectly upon her brow. She was every bit the divine queen she should be, and her beauty had a sharpness to it that commanded attention. However, that beauty was tainted due to the mask of cruelty that currently graced her features.

There was shouting, mainly from her, and her voice held a sharpness that could rival any blade that Hephaestus had ever forged. Her expression was as cold and lifeless as the underworld itself. Hermes recalled how Hera appeared at that moment, observing her son with a look of disappointment rather than maternal affection. Not as a mother who was scolding her son for his behavior. Though instead more as a queen, scrutinizing her most trusted soldier.

“How could you dare embarrass yourself in such a way? Embarrass me! In front of the entire pantheon?!” Her bitter and biting words echoed through his mind, as if the memory were still fresh. “You act as though you are a child, desperately seeking attention wherever you tread. Storming through like a vengeful thunder cloud that your father conjured. Must I be cursed with such rotten luck for the men I have saddled around myself?”

He subsequently perceived footsteps, both soft yet authoritative, proceeding in a consistent rhythm.

She was pacing.

“Failure after failure, I must endure. Repeatedly! Why must fates torment me so? First with a philandering husband. Next with two disappointing sons, one whom I can barely stand to even set my gaze upon. A stain to my very good name and reputation, the other…” She stopped and Hermes at that moment saw his brother flinch. It was a diminutive moment, but it was there when the war god’s fists clenched tightly and when he saw the muscle in his jaw tense. “…My other son is a bloodlust fool who would rather think with his fists than his brain. It is no wonder that your father favors wise Athena over you, my son. She is sensible, reliable in everything she does, but where are your wits?”

Silence formed between the pair, Ares refusing to even utter a single word and deciding to keep his eyes downcast. While Hera stopped her furious pacing. Hermes observed his brother's posture, which remained rigid and unsettled.  Soon, after the silence, Hera spoke again.

“Since you would rather remain silent, I shall tell you, where your wits are. Nowhere near the right place, that’s for sure. You’re too busy chasing after war and your own brother’s wife to even consider how to better your standing amongst your peers… Or your own father.” Hermes then heard her stop, but he saw Ares’s expression at the mention of their father. 

He looked furious.

He looked saddened.

Heartbroken even, and Hermes felt disheartened for his brother.  

“You wonder why you cannot get the recognition you deserve; it is because you act like a damn child, Ares. It is one of the many reasons why Zeus prefers his bastards over you and would gladly raise them up in ranks of status and power over you as well. Replacing you in a heartbeat and throwing you into Tartarus without a second thought.”

Hera then came back into the speedster’s view, allowing him to see her approach his brother. Her teal eyes were hard as steel and her posture equally so. Hera stopped before her eldest son and smiled at him. Except this smile wasn’t filled with warmth but something else. Something much darker and more sinister.

“Ares, my perfect son,” she said, placing her hand on the side of his face. “As your mother I intend to help you climb the ranks and restore any dignity you may have lost. For that is, but the love of a mother, and you, my eldest and highly favored son, have that love. With me helping you I will make you great again.” 

The messenger god observed the scene closely as his brother’s body went to rest. Breathing out a breath of relief. Something he shouldn’t have done so soon. For as swift as he could see, the hand that Hera had on the side of his face. Immediately, shot in the neck, and he heard his brother give a ragged gasp.

From the doorway, Hermes’s eyes went wide as he saw as his brother’s knees buckled and he knelt before the oppressive queen. Though it was not in respect, but forced submission and the cruel look in Hera’s eyes made a great chill past through the messenger’s spine.

“Although, if you are to become great, it is time you change your view on things along with your childish attitude.” Hera’s voice was devoid of any emotion as she glowered at her son, her tone dark and edgy. “If it wasn’t for you being my most favored son, Ares. I would have flung you from this mountain just like I had done with your brother.” Ares lifted a hand to try and remove his mother’s iron grip from his neck, but to no avail. Hera just tilted her head and smiled, which was malicious and unforgiving.

“Just know my son, that this isn’t a means of harm but discipline. I will not have another failure of a son,” she had grounded out through her teeth. “I desire perfection, and success. Without it I am nothing… You are nothing. Thus, it is imperative that you become better in every way, my son. Then, when you do, you will not just have my love and support, but the support of the pantheon, and…”

The wife of Zeus leaned down to her son, who was still gasping for air, and whispered in his ear. As if she were telling him some big secret, “…You could finally gain the love and respect of your

father like you always wanted, and with my help you could outshine those bastards. All you must do is obey and stay out of trouble. Understand?”

Ares nodded, before Hera smiled and released him. Hermes continued to watch as his half-brother fought to get air back in his lungs, he was still on the ground. Eyes were wide and filled with unshed tears, and his right hand was placed on the marble, and the other was rubbing his neck. Trying to regain control, but Hera wasn’t done with him yet.

“Know that I am not usually this cruel, my warrior,” Hera gently said using the nickname she gave her son when he was a child. “Nevertheless, how else am I supposed to motivate you into doing the right thing?”

Ares’s eyes gazed up at his mother eyes filled with a hidden fear, but a longing for something tender in his gaze.

“I just hope you will take what I said tonight and apply it to your memory. Will you grant me that honor, my son, and do things… My way?”  

For a moment, Ares didn’t say anything, but when his breathing slowed and normalized. Ares unsteadily rose to his feet and nodded towards his mother, his determination transforming into one she found acceptable. “I will do as you command mother. I shall not fail you, again.”

Hera just smirked, “I know you won’t my son. After all it is why you are my favorite.”

Then without their knowledge, Hermes slipped away, like a thief in the night.

***

Ever since that night, Hermes had seen his brother in a different light. No longer did he see a brutish war god, that was harsh to him and cursed his name to the grave. No longer did he see an untied duo between the queen of the heavens and her son. A pair that did everything to ensure the hardships of him and his other half-siblings, for being bastards.

Zeus’s bastards.

No, instead Hermes saw something that night, something that he clearly shouldn’t have and back then he ended up pondering it for an entire month. During that time, Hermes looked at his half-brother’s and stepmother’s interactions more closely than before. He even paid more attention to Ares throughout the days. Sneaking around and watching his brother’s movements and seeing things more clearly than before. It was as though his vision had been cleared after being obscured by a dense mist.  

The way Ares’s stance was.

The way Ares tried to hide his true emotions behind a curtain of arrogance and haughtiness. Deterring anyone from discovering what laid deeper beneath his harsh crimson gaze. 

The way that Ares tried to gain validation and attention, through his pride and vanity. Only to either be feared or scrutinized.

Even the way that he degraded his other half-siblings without batting an eye. Putting them down like always and ready to pick fights where he shouldn’t.

All of them actions of a man, a god, that wanted something more than the surface level glory and greatness. He wanted something that would last and wouldn’t shrivel away in the blink of an eye.

The plus side, through all of this, was that he did back away from his advances towards Aphrodite. However, Hermes wondered how long that would’ve lasted.

Not long he had betted, but besides all of that, Hermes saw different. He didn’t see his brother’s actions as one’s selfishness or cruelty, but instead as cry for help. A cry of desperation, to be seen, to be heard while amongst the darkness. Seeking to find the light in a world that won’t allow him to be free.

That was the tragedy of Ares.

Which was why he wouldn’t just stand by and allow it to continue any further than it already has. Meaning he would have to find a way to remove, the deep clawing grip Hera had on Ares. He just needed to figure out how.

“I do not understand, brother,” Artemis replied to her young brother gently. “Ares does have someone and that is his graceless mother. The one who wronged almost all of us here, mainly myself and my twin. A deity who decided to send a giant serpent to pursue our mother, solely because she inadvertently engaged in a relationship with Zeus. It is unjust.”

“But is it though?” Hermes said quietly, causing the huntress to stand up to her full height. Artemis eyed her brother with a piercing glare, that was slowly showing signs of burning fury.

“Don’t take it the wrong way sister,” Hermes stood up as well, swiftly trying to defend himself. “What I mean is, that it is justified that Hera was angry at your mother for having slept with father. However, that doesn’t make it right what she did poor Leto, or you and Apollo.” The messenger turned back around placing his hands on the marble railing and tightening his grip around it. The anger in Artemis’s midnight eyes dimmed, only to be replaced with a need for understanding where her brother was going with this.

“Hera may be the queen of the divine realm, but she is also father’s wife. Meaning that every time Zeus goes on one of his escapades, it cuts a wound in her soul. Leaving scars that will never truly heal and since, no one has experienced the same or a similar pain left by father. In this fight, her fight, it feels as if she is fighting alone in on a battlefield, she no doubt couldn’t win even if she tried.” Hermes took a breath before continuing onward. He realized that he would have to form his next words carefully, since he knew that his brother wouldn’t have liked for his brother to reveal his secrets. 

Even if those secrets involved were centered around his brother’s hidden abuse.

“Unfoundedly, that means that means Hera needs a trusted soldier one that she could control and join her side in all things. If it came to a civil war on Olympus, this soldier would be her ultimate supporter. Someone that couldn’t refuse her in anything. Which is why she needs Ares, her eldest son who has felt the similar feeling of being spurned by Zeus. Her most favored son.”

Artemis crossed her arms and turned her face back to the horizon. Pondering Hermes’s words about Hera and Ares.

In a way Hermes was right, the queen of Olympus was fighting a battle with her husband. However, it was more like a cold war instead of physical fighting. Hera moving her pieces along the game board, destroying certain pieces, while collecting them at the same time. Doing everything in her power to crush their father and make him feel the same pain he always made her feel.

However, Hera barely had any allies against Zeus and that meant she was at a slight disadvantage. Until, her thug of a son, Ares, joined her ranks as her most loyal follower. Taking his mother’s side and carrying out her malice along with his own.

It made Artemis angry to her core, especially since there was a time when Ares wasn’t always like that. She briefly remembered a time when she was younger, and Ares would come and would practice with her in archery. There wasn’t really a lot of talking between them at first, but more like him and her instructing the other on their range and what worked and what didn’t. Then soon, after a while they had gotten comfortable with another to make challenges amongst themselves.

It was enjoyable and liberating. 

But that all changed when he turned his back on her, on all of them. In favor of taking his mother’s side and becoming a more masculine version of that witch.

From that moment on, Artemis was the first person to disown Ares. He may be her brother through blood, but that meant nothing to her. Relationships matter, not blood and most certainly not entitled bastard such as him.

“While you are right in your own way. That doesn’t mean she needs to turn her righteous fury on us. Or for her to send her loyal dog after us as well. We may be bastards, but that doesn’t mean they are better than us.” The wind blew through Artemis’s long silver hair, tossing it gently in the air. Her gaze holding a firmness and finality in her words. “We are all effected, in one way or another, the only one spared is that brute.”

“You might believe that sister, but that is far from the truth. Much remains beneath the surface of our understanding, existing inconspicuously in the ever-changing shadows.” 

Now that captured her attention, what did Hermes mean by that? Was there something he knew that she didn’t? Something that he uncovered while sneaking around like he always did?

Or was it another situation entirely?

Before she could voice her questions, Hermes put up a hand to gently silence her.

“I can see the questions in your eyes sister and believe me, I wish I could tell you everything. Except, this is not my story to tell nor is it my place.” He had said, voice became increasingly serious the more he spoke. “I can say, that despite everything, Hera’s wrath extends to all. No one is safe from her, not even her own sons.”

Sons, not son, Artemis noticed but didn’t say anything. She just continued to listen, but it was strange what Hermes said. It was obvious that Hermes was speaking of their brother Hephaestus, the blacksmith had received much scrutiny from everyone in the pantheon. Especially, from his cruel mother. Even so, it was interesting how Hermes also mentioned Ares.

What could Ares suffer from when it comes to his mother?

May be in time she will know, if at all. Alas, the only person who knew was her annoyingly secretive younger brother. Which, at times, was a good thing until situations like this.

“I am saying all of this to you sister is because I understand how Ares has treated all of us in the past. How could I forget, the many times he has shamed us and casting us aside as if we were nothing. Nevertheless, as the god of thieves and the trickster. I see things from the shadows, and those are times when I do ponder my choices. Wheater they be good or bad.” Hermes breathed out another sigh and turned to face the sun. Which has almost completely disappeared in the sky.

“We have each other’s backs; us bastards must stick together after all. Yet, while we have each other for support. Ares, our brother, has no one in his corner. He is holding himself up under the pressures of Olympus, his mother, and father. Furthermore, what happens to him once that weight finally decides to crush him? Will we just stand by and watch, or help him up? I don’t know where you stand in all of this, Artemis, but I for one am not going to let that happen.”

Hermes faced his sister once again, a look of joy and determination on his face. “I vow to help our brother in whatever he needs, even in this hunt for his goddess. It is possible, that through her she could change our brother for the better. I already saw it with my own eyes, and I have no do -”

“Wait a minute,” the huntress stopped him. “What do you mean you seen it. Are you speaking about the goddess, or something else?”

Hermes shook his head, “Regrettably, I wish I had seen her, alas I only saw how our brother acted when we were talking about her earlier. He said he felt at peace, something I never knew he could feel. Still, it is one of the many reasons why I want to help him. Even though he might

deny it, he needs us. Now more than ever, even if he doesn’t want it. He needs more supporters in his circle.”

‘Someone other than his mother. That’s for sure,’ he said mentally. “Don’t ask for much, sister, but will you please continue to help our brother in his current mission? To find this goddess of mystery and wonder?”

“And do you really believe that this goddess, is really that special to Ares and our cause?” She questioned eyebrow raised.

“As much as I believe the sun will come up tomorrow,” Hermes said smirking. Very sure of himself and his intuition.

Artemis looked over at her brother carefully. Currently, though she loved Hermes and wanted to also assist him. Her mind was screaming at her to refuse; the only reason was because she would have to work closely with Ares. That pompous pig didn’t need her help or her sympathy. He had done nothing to deserve either and even though it was Hermes that asked her to help. It was in fact Ares’s mission, not hers or Hermes.

Honestly, she was ready to reject the request and try to convince Hermes to turn his eagerness to help Ares away. Yet, something deep in her heart told her otherwise. To lend a hand to her enemy and put her bitter feelings aside.

She wanted to ignore.

She had wanted to turn away.

Though she couldn’t and she had a feeling that once she did help. Something miraculous would come from it. Plus, it was hard to deny Hermes’s overdramatic pouting face. It was as silly as it was infuriatingly adorable.

“Alright fine,” she muttered with a heavy sigh. “I will help you and our brother, in his goddess hunt.”

Hermes perked up his eyes alight, “Truly sister?”

“Yes.”

The messenger clapped his hands and beamed a delightful smile, “This is a great outcome sister! I am sure our brother will be able to express his gratitude.”

The goddess snorted, “Doubtful. All I will ask is that you keep him in check, because even if he mumbles something disrespectful towards me on this supposed hunt. Especially, the word ‘bastard,’ I swear on the Styx that I will load him with arrows.”

A rumble of thunder sounded in the distance causing Hermes to gulp and nod. “Dually noted,” he said chuckling nervously. 

Artemis just smirked and walked past her brother, but not before giving him a pat on the back and bidding him a goodnight. However, before she left, she turned back to her brother another and final question forming upon her lips.

“Hermes… How exactly did you convince, Ares to let you help him?”

Hermes stood tall and proud as a familiar grin crossed his face. “All I just used my impeccable charm and wit, to win over our brother’s everlasting -”

“You threatened to tell father, didn’t you?”

“Absolutely! What did you think I was going to do beg?”

Artemis laughed a hearty laugh finding her brother’s answer way more amusing than it should be. “Amusing as ever brother, who knew you could be a major tattle tale.”

“Hey! This tattle tale has goals and ambitions, if you think that one stubborn bull-headed war god is going to stop me you darling, are mistaken.”

Artemis just shook her head, chuckling one last time before calling gently over her shoulder. “Goodnight, brother. Rest well.”

Hermes smiled again and giving a small wave to his sister, “Goodnight, sister, and you do the same.”

The huntress gave a small nod, then turned away walking into the nightly throws of Olympus. Leaving Hermes with joy in his soul and hope in his heart, a hope for change to occur within the realm of the gods.

A hope that maybe things will turn out for the better.

A hope that ridded on the goddess with the calm touch and beautiful air of the unknown. Whoever, she was he had hope that she was the solution to not only his problems, but his brother’s as well.

With that final thought on his mind, Hermes placed his helm on his head and sped off in the night.

************************************************************************

A/N: Hey everybody, so Blind Love and Silent Hearts chapter 7 is OUT!!!! Yay! Now, thank you guys so much for reading this chapter and story in general, you guys are amazing. I do want to apologize if the chapter seemed rushed in some areas or not well said or put. I wanted to get this chapter done so we could move on to the more interesting chapters. Either way, keep all comments respectful not only towards me but to others and I will see you all next time.

PS. The Blood of Zeus fanfic, "Coming Back from Destruction," will get its newest chapter, hopefully soon." If you guys haven't read or know about this fic, here is the summary as well as a sneak peek.

Summary: This Blood of Zeus fanfic is a fix-it fanfiction for Blood of Zeus season 3. Since I was dissatisfied with majority of the deaths and what happened to some of the characters, I decided to make this fic as a way to cope.

~ * ~

Heron, the son of Queen Electra of Corinth and Zeus king of the Olympian gods, is now living in the Elysium Fields. Finally, the demigod hero is at peace having lived his life and getting the ending he deserved after he sacrificed himself to kill Typhon and help save the world. All was well.

Until Heron was taken to the abyss by a mysterious new deity, who just wants to give Heron the opportunity to give the lives that were lost a second chance.

Can Heron do what he does best and save another life or two? Or will they be lost to the endless darkness of the abyss?

Disclaimer: I do not own Blood of Zeus; they belong to Netflix. I only own the plot.

Preview: Heron had done it.

He had given the ultimate sacrifice to help the Olympians restore order and peace to the world. With the help of Seraphim, his brother, who was lost for the longest time in darkness and hatred. He battled and fought with him against Typhon and Chronos, finally putting their reign of terror to an end. Avenging their fallen friends and kin, and for Heron he rested peacefully. Reunited with his mother, Electra, and briefly his brother.

It was over.

The war.

The hatred.

Everything.

He was home.

.

.

.

.

Or so he thought.

Link 1: Coming Back from Destruction - Jamia Jackson - Wattpad

Link 2: Coming Back from Destruction - Chapter 1 - Starfire1657 - Blood of Zeus (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

[starfire1657]

Blood of Zeus Season 3 Thoughts and Opinions - Part 3: Persephone's Death

Warning: Spoilers!

Alright, so as requested, Persephone won the poll. So, let's get started. These are my thoughts on Persephone's death and overall involvement in the narrative of Blood of Zeus.

Disclaimer: This is just my honest opinions, and I appreciate if you guys don't hound me for my opinions. Please and thank you.

Also, if you haven't checked them out. Here is the first and second parts of my Blood of Zeus thoughts category. Enjoy!

Blood Of Zeus Thoughts - Part 1: Ares's Death - https://www.tumblr.com/starfire1657/783136352325795840/blood-of-zeus-season-3-thoughts-part-1-aress?source=share

Blood Of Zeus Thoughts - Part 2: Hephaestus's Death - Blood of Zeus Season 3 Thoughts and Opinions - Part 2: Hephaestus's Death – @starfire1657 on Tumblr

Before we start, thank you everyone who voted for me to do Persephone's death. I really wanted to acknowledge you all. Now I just wanted to clarify that Persephone's post is going to be a little different from the previous two, but also somewhat similar. Just to let y'all know. Now on with the post!

Netflix's Blood of Zeus gave us a lot of information, story, and also a whole cast of old and new characters to love and adore. Also, ones that we absolutely loathe with are entire being, (I am looking at you, CHRONOS)!

However, among this cast of characters, one of the characters that struck me the most was Persephone. Now here's the thing. I believe that the execution of Persephone's character in the show was done, so, well, and in all honesty, I loved her character design and personality in throughout show too. I especially, loved the adaptation of the Hades and Persephone story that Netflix routed with. Where instead of Persephone getting kidnapped by Hades, like it was in the original mythology. She not only got to know him in a healthy way, but she WILLINGLY left with him to the Underworld. It was HER choice. Which is one of the changes I did in fact adore about this show and its horrible take on the world of Greek Mythology.

Persephone ate every time she was on screen, and she devoured in seasons 2 and 3. (Just not as much as Hera though). Speaking of season 3, let's get into my thoughts and opinions about Persephone's involvement within the final season and show overall. First will be her death, then her sacrifice, her remembrance, if her character was wasted, and my thoughts on the ending. So, make way for the Queen of the Underworld cause here we go.

First off is Persephone's death. When I tell you I was devastated. I. WAS. DEVASTATED!!!! Seriously, I not okay after this season. After Ares and Hephaestus's deaths I had to WILL myself to watch the rest. In doing so, I had to watch my girl Persephone become one with the ground! Here is a quick recap, Persephone tried to go back to the Underworld with Hades to save her children from Typhon. Except, she couldn't enter due to the laws of the Underworld, not allowing her to enter during Spring and Summer. So, she stays behind to fight off Typhon to delay him and gets smashed into the dirt like a bug. I hated that, so much. Even though she died a noble death. IT WAS THE FACT THAT SHE DIED!!! Was what pissed me off. Like we don't even see more of her after what. EPISODE 3????!!!! Or four I don't even know for sure. (Y'all tell me was it episode 3 or 4 as last time we saw her?)

Next is her sacrifice, so picking up off of the previous thought. Persephone sacrificed herself by fighting Typhon to protect her family. Basically, after Gaia unleashed Typhon (The bitch), Persephone and Hades knew the monster was making his way to the Underworld not only to free Chronos, but to kill their children. As I said before Persephone had to stay and fight Typhon, to buy her husband time to find their children and get them to safety. As Demeter said, "A mother is never alone in her thoughts. She must always think twice. Once for herself and once for her child." Persephone was thinking like a mother, and she made the ultimate sacrifice to protect her children even though she probably knew she would never see them again. (And before you guys say that she did see them again or would've seen them again. Let me remind y'all that she almost got obliterated by the abyss, like two others we ALL know. Need I say more.) In conclusion, Persephone's sacrifice was perfectly done. Was it damaging to my heart yes. However, she was a hero.

Next is her remembrance, as I said about Hephaestus's remembrance. It was well deserved, and long overdue. Finally, Persephone gets more recognition in media and is not just seen as Hades's wife. I loved how in the end she was painted as a hero among the stars. Even though they didn't say that I saw it as such. Persephone, THE QUEEN YOU ARE!!!!

Second to last on this list. Was Persephone's character potential wasted? In my honest opinion, no. I feel like Persephone had really good potential already. Unlike Ares and Hephaestus, where I felt like their characters could've had more going on for them. Persephone's left me satisfied, to where I don't feel like she was robbed of potential like some. (*Side eyes* Ares and Hephaestus). I feel like her character was done really well and I wish we actually got to SEE her ending. But that is coming up next. Overall, Netflix you done good. For once.

Finally, from what I hear, Persephone reunited with her family after the conclusion of the show. Being dead, she was able to stay in the Underworld and be with her husband and children. However, how the ending of BoZ happened and how it left SO many unanswered questions. I really wanted to know what happened to Persephone and her family's fates. I am happy for her don't get me wrong, but I am pissed off we didn't get to see it. Either way, I am happy for my girl.

Okay, so this is the part where I mention what I would've done differently to Persephone's overall story within the narrative.

Just like in my Ares post, I would've gotten rid of the garden scene between Persephone and Ares from season 2, episode 3.

I would have included that deleted scene from season 2, where Demeter was gaslighting Persephone after she just came back to Olympus during episode 2. If no one knows what I am talking about here, you go. Clip: BLOOD OF ZEUS - Season 2 - Deleted Scene - Demeter & Persephone in Mt. Olympus

Next, I would've at least had some scene where Persephone meets Heron. Like Heron met ALL of his half-siblings (Save Dionysus), he couldn't have meet Persephone at least once or twice?

If Persephone and Heron do meet and have a talk. Heron learns what his sister is going through and would have at least tried to help in some way.

Let Persephone have some more interactions with her half-siblings that WEREN'T out right hostile.

More moments with her children.

WE GOT TO SEE HER HAPPY ENDING!

Also, if the writers can revive Zeus's bitch ass. Then she can come back too.

I would've also, revived her and made her and her family not bound by the laws of the Underworld completely. Which I am already doing anyway.

In conclusion, Persephone's character was done really well, and I just wished we could have seen more from her. Anyway, thanks guys for reading and I am tuning out on this one, ta-ta for now.

Alright, three down and two more to go. Next poll is going to be you guys choose the next and final character and I will do the other one after. Part 4 is up to you guys. So would you like Kofi or Heron Poll is under the picture.

[starfire1657]

10 posts!

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 6. On the Hunt for a Goddess pt. 1 - The Warrior and the Messenger

Summary: Ares has a sit-down talk with his half-brother and another sibling of his joins them at the end.

When a hunter begins his hunt, he prepares in advance. He gathers his arrows and sharpens them to a point. Stringing his bow, he checks it properly, ensuring the string is strong.

He prepares himself before journeying into the unknown to hunt his game. He knows his prey and where to find them by tracking their every move.

Once he finds his prize, he waits in the shadows to strike, notches the arrow, and pulls back on the bowstring. His focus is unwavering, and his aim is true. When he is sure he has the shot, he releases.

The arrow flies in the air, whizzing past the flora and underbrush, hitting its target dead center. The hunter smiles in satisfaction at his prize, but his smile drops at what he sees.

Which was nothing.

He was a marvelous hunter; this was true, never once faltering in his mission. He doesn't understand what he did wrong, for he was sure in his task.

However, the hunter wasn't chasing an animal at all, but a ghost. So, the question now was, how can you catch something that doesn't even exist?

How can you know your prey when you've never gotten to know it?

How can you be sure of what you are looking for if you don't even know its name?

~ * ~

Ares didn't know how he had gotten into this situation. Scratch that he did know how, it was because he was a blundering idiot.

That's how.

He just had to over think about the goddess's message and mysterious air. Leaving his mind in a whirlwind of questions and confusion.

He just had to speak his mind aloud as if he were reading out the contents of a scroll. Giving room for anyone to overhear and listen.

Of course, someone listened.

They just had to listen, and out of all the gods on Olympus it just had to be the buffoon sitting across from him.

"Okay, so let me get this straight," Hermes said his voice carrying confusion and uncertainty. "You came back to Olympus in a rage, after your confrontation with our uncle and Persephone. Which in turn prompted your desolation of the gardens as an outlet for your anger."

"That was the case, yes."

"But then during your rage session, a goddess that you never seen before. Came to you and placed her hands on your face and calmed you down with a simple touch." The messenger god noted, face contorting to display disbelief and skepticism. "And immediately after she disappeared, no name. Nothing!"

Ares sighed yet again a headache coming on, "You're correct."

Hermes then brings his hand to his chin in thought as he processed the next set of information his brother had given him.

"Then, from what you have told me. That just after four days since your meeting with her in the gardens." He then pointed in Ares's direction, "You had a dream about yourself and her being lovers."

Ares glared.

"Sorry my bad, secret, lovers. But your time together was brief due to ginormous trees separating you both and your message from her was for you to find her." Hermes said, forming air quotes on the last leg of his sentence. "Which, then not too long ago, the real version of her sent you a message on the wind telling you that she will see you soon. Or rather she hopes to see you soon."

Ares sighed again once more; he really hated this conversation the moment it started.

From the moment Ares had his slip up, Hermes appeared directly from behind him. As a seasoned warrior and the literal god of war, he should have already sensed Hermes's approach. But for the first time in a long time, he didn't, and he it cost him. Which was why now he was sitting at a small table in his palace's courtyard. Having a forced luncheon with the bastard of messages, while he was relented into spilling his secret about the blind mystery goddess.

Something that he wasn't fond of doing.

"If you ask me -"

"I didn't."

"But I'm here."

"Because you barged in!"

Hermes gave his brother a dismissive wave of his hand, "It doesn't matter how we got into this situation. All that does matter is that we..."

"Whose 'we'?"

"... Are on the hunt to find a mystery goddess and because you don't know who she is or where she came from. Or our biggest question, which is how in Gaia's name did she get to Olympus if she had never been seen here before or probably never been before? Then as messenger of the gods I need to know. Especially, since it is in my jurisdiction to know all members of the pantheon." Hermes then picked up a grape from his plate, tossing the sweet fruit into his mouth.

"Besides you clearly need my help," Hermes plucked three more grapes off his plate, chewing disgustingly on his food.

Ares stared blankly at his brother, eye twitching at the sight before him.

"First of all, stop talking with your mouth full. You're a god, not a heathen." He lectured, "Have at least some decorum, seriously were you raised in a barn?"

"A cave, actually."

Ares deadpanned.

"Rhetorical, got it."

Ares rolled his ruby red eyes, "And secondly, last time I checked. I never once asked for your help, Bastard."

Hermes's eyes widened a fraction at the slur Ares spouted his way. It was no secret that out of everyone on Olympus, Hera despised every single bastard of her philandering husband's. Whether they be mortal, immortal, or half-blood. The bitterness the woman carried towards her husband's offspring was so deep that Tartarus had competition.

She hated them all.

So, it made sense that her son, the infamous Ares, be the one to adopt her very same ideology. Shunning and shaming his half siblings at any and every turn. The only one to escape the abuse was Persephone, because even though she was their sister. She was more Demeter's daughter than Zeus's. Not only that, but not too long-ago Ares tried everything to win the goddess's hand as her potential suitor. Unfortunately, after the information Hermes learned from Ares about his tussle with their sister and the lord of the underworld. He doubts their sister wouldn't face Ares's bitterness and harsh scrutiny.

Athena was also spared, somewhat.

Athena being Ares's equal in war and skill prompts him to not only clash heads with her but confide in her as well. On more than one occasion, both siblings would be seen conversing with one another and sparing together in the arena. They were close, not just as gods of war but as rivals along with equals. Out of all his siblings, Hermes knew that Athena was more than likely to hold Ares's favor more than the rest of them ever could. Plus, there was the account of Athena not being a bastard. Which saved her from both Hera, Ares and the rest of the Patheon's scrutiny.

However, the rest of them were not so lucky.

The others would've had different reactions to Ares's biting insult.

Apollo would have tried to incinerate their brother with his flames. Leaving the god of war, to be nothing but ash and cinder. Flipping his sun blond hair without a care in the world, while delighting in Ares's suffering.

Artemis, their virtuous sister, would have tried to use Ares as target practice. No doubt firing hoards of arrows at him until he, hopefully, dropped dead. He had no doubt that she would've castrated him too if she had the chance.

Next was Dionysus, who would no doubt have drunk away the insult with his wine. Drowning himself in a sea of red bliss, forgetting the world on and off Olympus. Or maybe he would've let himself succumb to madness, because that was better than facing the cold harshness of reality.

Hephaestus would just ignore the term and continue to constantly hammer away in his forge. The hot molten smell and feel of the steal would help drown out the verbal abuse and he would pretend like the comments didn't get to him. Alas though, they still do, and Hermes knew Hephaestus well enough to know that the god of the forge felt the sting of rejection and judgement every waking day. But instead of drowning in that pain, through that hurt the blacksmith would craft an endless sea of beautiful trinkets, weapons, and jewelry. That made up for the beauty he himself lacked.

He, however, easily did one or two things: run away or laugh it off like it didn't affect him. Mainly though he would just ignore it, considering that this passed down hatred was blasphemous. It felt silly and useless, since Hermes hasn't done anything to either Hera or Ares to cause such hate.

Yet, at the end of the day he did.

His existence was enough to cause such hate. Walking around Olympus everyday and having to face your father's wife and trueborn son. In your eyes, they seem like the enemy, someone to stay far away from during majority of your life. Until, of course, interactions with them were needed.

Meanwhile, in their eyes they saw you as something different, something more than just an enemy.

They saw betrayal.

They saw pain.

They saw heartache.

Hermes didn't want to make an enemy out of his brother. He secretly longed to connect with Ares on more than one occasion. From the moment the gods were at peace after the war with the titans and the giants. Hermes wanted nothing more than to bond with the brother that impressed him the most on the battlefield. He admired Ares's strength and courage, his unbreakable will and fiery temper. He wanted to get to know his eldest brother and know the real him, not his secondary tormentor.

Not the son of the bitter queen.

Not the warrior, but his big brother.

He just never got the chance to get close to him, but maybe it was the work of the fates that he overheard his brother's inner struggle. Perhaps this was Hermes's chance to finally get into his brother's good graces and not be seen as one of the bastards.

But just his brother.

Hopefully, things can work out that way, and maybe this mystery goddess is the key to that.

"I understand, your weariness for my help, brother," Hermes expressed to the war god. "I mean we are very different beings you and me. Your war and rage, while I am whit and speed. Plus, I am very attractive."

"Hermes I am about two moments away from punching you in the teeth if you don't get to the point," Ares threatened.

Ares's fist clenched around his goblet of nectar. The liquid shining pure gold. Even though Ares loved sweet, honeyed nectar, he should've gotten wine. At least then he might have tolerated this conversation. That was until he thought about what would happen if he did have the red elixir of consequences and thought better of it.

'The nectar was fine,' he had mused to himself before he took a sip of the sweet elixir of the gods.

"The point I am trying to make Ares," Hermes said gently voice filled with patience. "Is that you need help, it is clear you do not even know who this goddess is. You only have seen her once in the gardens and a second time in your dreams. You don't even know her name, the only thing you have about her is her appearance and her message. Which to me and anyone else, that is not enough to go on."

Ares stiffened but took a swig of his drink as Hermes proceeded.

"For all we know, we or rather you, could be chasing after a ghost." Silence was what filled the courtyard next. The weight of Hermes's words pressed heavy on Ares. Causing him to question the reality of the situation even more.

What if the goddess he was looking for wasn't real?

What if during his rage he somehow conjured her?

What if this was all his mind playing some horrible trick and it was all for not?

But then out of the blue, he felt that warm sensation again. That very same feeling that made his heart race and the grip he had on his goblet loosened. The breeze picked up and it was once again accompanied by the scent of lavender.

Hermes watched in awe and surprise at the way his brother's posture shifted and changed. Where his brother was on guard and stiff. He seemed relaxed now, as if he didn't have a care in the world. As if he wasn't ready to hop into action and fight off any opposition that headed his way. Instead, he looked like he was ready to bask in the sun and skip through a field of flowers.

'This is new,' the messenger voiced mentally. Hermes just stared at his brother, not sure what to say. Whatever was going on, he doubted Ares would tell him willingly.

"Ares, brother? Are you well?"

"I am... Alright Hermes," Ares said to his brother not once showing a hint of malice. Which threw Hermes off entirely. For once his brother was content and not a giant ball of rage and pride. He needs to mark this day as a momentous occasion, and call Olympus to celebrate. For once Ares seemed docile.

"Are you sure, because it's just you don't seem like yourself. It looked as though you've been put under a spell," Hermes commented concernedly.

'A spell,' Ares repeated in his mind. Indeed, it was a spell, it was her spell. A spell that weaved calm into the mind, like the three fates weave a tapestry. This feeling, he had been experiencing it recently and he didn't want to stop. It was almost like a drug intoxicating and addicting, once you've gotten a taste you refuse to stop indulging, and that is what he had wanted.

He wanted to indulge.

"To be honest, I don't even know what to think anymore," Ares admitted. "As a god of Olympus, I never had to question anything or feel anything outside of what or who I am. Nevertheless, ever since that day in the gardens, I have never felt the sensations I have felt in my life -"

"What kind of sensations?" Hermes interrupted.

Ares flicked his eyes towards his brother, annoyance easily creeping in. "A warm sensation, brother. The kind that makes one feel weightless and..." He recalled the dream he had about her and how it affected him. It made him feel warm and whole, like he had just found the missing piece in the complicated puzzle that was his life. Ares felt relaxed as all the weight of him being the god of war and the prince of Olympus lifted from his shoulders.

All because of a simple touch.

A simple meeting of the eyes.

Her presence, that was so close to him that he couldn't help but try and reach her.

He had felt.

He felt...

"... Peace," he had said finally, his eyes softening. "I had for once felt peace. My soul satisfied and fulfilled. As if I was standing in Elysium itself, I felt like I was truly living, and I didn't know why. Even now I feel it, I feel her. Whoever she is, I feel her presence and her touch caressing my mind. I had never felt this way before, about anything much less anyone. Yet, I want it, I want... Her."

Hermes was astonished at what his brother just admitted. While Ares stiffened at what he had just said, before he coughed and corrected himself.

"To find her that is. I want to find her to learn more about... Whatever this is, that I am feeling." Ares explained, trying effortlessly to cover up his mistake in speech.

Hermes just smirked, much to the war god's irritation, and leaned back in his chair. The messenger god's arms were crossed and air of his usual mischief swirled through the open area.

"Are you sure, THAT'S the real reason why you want to find this mystery goddess. Dearest brother of mine?"

"Of course, that's the real reason! What else could there be?" Ares said, agitation lacing his tone. His eyes burning with red hot fury and annoyance. Just what was this bastard trying to imply?

"I mean it sounds like to me, that you are rather infatuated with her, this goddess of yours," Hermes replied.

"I am NOT infatuated with her!"

"Oh really?"

"Yes really!"

"I find that very hard to believe," Hermes frowned, his light brown eyebrow raised, a look of doubt gracing his features.

Ares started to get defensive. There was no way in all the cosmos that he was infatuated with this goddess. He was just curious about her, especially when it came to the power, she had over him. That was all.

Right?

"What do you know," Ares growled out towards his brother. "You're just a bastard -"

"A bastard that knows much more than you apparently," Hermes reiterated. Taking another sip of his goblet, while infuriating his brother at the same time with his unbothered expression. "Listen Ares, I may not know what your relationship with this goddess is, but I do know one thing." The messenger responded back after he finished taking his drink. Hermes eyed Ares, his sky-blue orbs meeting his brother's crimson.

"And what is it that you know?" The war god had challenged him.

"I know that you brother," Hermes said while pointing at Ares. "In some way have a strong connection to this goddess. Weather it is good or bad, that has yet to be seen, but it is clear to me that whatever this is. It has caused you to go about almost turning Olympus upside down just to find her."

"I wouldn't have turned Olympus upside down."

"You sure about that?" Hermes had countered with another questioning eyebrow. "Nevertheless, I wouldn't have doubted that if I didn't overhear your conversation with... Yourself," that earned him another glare from his brother. "You definitely would have gone to search for her yourself brother and considering your people skills brother it wouldn't have been a successful search mind you."

Ares's eyes studied his brother before he answered, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity and slight offense.

"What do you mean? I have good people skills," he defended himself. "Besides my search for her wouldn't have been in vain. For at least someone on this accursed mountain must have seen her. So, there will be someone around here that would tell me something, I have zero doubts about that."

Hermes frowned as he placed his elbows on the table, eyes meeting his brother's. "While I can see your point brother there is one problem. You are the only person on Olympus that has seen her as far as we know. Considering this there is a high possibly that no one else knows who she is. Prompting you. . ." He pointed at his brother again.

"To end up going on a crazy crusade trying to find her, and with your definite leads going nowhere. You, brother, will do what you always do best and resort to violence, getting you even further away from the truth and leaving your questions unanswered. Hence your definite lack in people skills."

Ares bristled and went to deny it, to say that it couldn't be true and that this goddess was at least seen by someone. However, the more his brother spoke, the more he felt that the messenger was becoming more right.

"Then of course, there is also the extra punishment you will receive when father finds out," the winged messenger concluded.

Ares sighed and rubbed his temples, he hated to admit it, but Hermes was right. Alas, instead of voicing his opinions Ares just continued to listen to his brother, knowing that Hermes wasn't quite done.

"Let's look at the facts here," Hermes then started to tick off the various points on his fingers. Relaying back the tad bits of the Ares's goddess dilemma back to him.

"First point is that this goddess has never been seen on Olympus, until now. Which to me doesn't make sense since, because if she has been around for quite some time. Surely, we would've already known about her from the beginning."

Ares rested his elbows on the table now, his fingers intertwining together and resting them against his upper lip. His mind processing his brother's words, the more and more he kept explaining his points.

"Second point, her appearance is something I have never come across. I mean yes there are some gods in the pantheon that are blind, but not in the description of your goddess. Plus, a goddess such as her would've been noticed, right?"

Ares shrugged, "I believe so, since her appearance is so striking that she wouldn't have been missed. Then there is her presence, which was something else entirely. A serenity that even I cannot describe, but it is powerful I know that for sure."

"Can her presence truly be that powerful?" Hermes asked.

Ares just gave a single head nod in confirmation, before answering his brother, "Powerful enough to calm the rage in my heart. Something that has never been done before in all my immortal life."

Hermes was surprised, but he rubbed his chin in thought, considering Ares's words. His brother was in fact right, a goddess such as the one he was searching for would have stood out in the pantheon the moment she stepped foot in the realm of the gods. Not only that, but if her presence was as strong as Ares said, then why hadn't they felt it before? Even their father Zeus had an overwhelming presence when he entered a room. The reason why they weren't as effected as much, was because majority of the pantheon had gotten used to the mighty aura of the king of the gods. However, there were times when the god king would increase his aura, but mainly that was when their father displayed his infamous anger towards the world. Either way, whenever, Zeus or the others entered a room they were easily recognizable.

So, if what Ares said about the goddess was true then they could easily recognize her aura, but a general description wouldn't hurt either.

"Brother, I had forgotten to ask you, but what was your goddess's appearance again. I don't believe you told me what she looked like." Hermes asked his elder brother, head tilting just slightly.

"She is not my goddess," Ares stated firmly eyes as cold as the steel of war hammer.

Yet his heart twisted at his words, the way he inadvertently denounced the goddess made an unexpected and bitter feeling rise within him. Even still, that feeling was replaced quickly with something else although it did still linger in the shadow of his emotions. Nevertheless, that feeling and emotion was swiftly replaced with a strange protectiveness for the mystery goddess as well as the dark curling grip of possessiveness.

"Also, why do you want to know what she looks like? Does she interest you too brother?" Ares spat the word 'brother' like venom.

Hermes leaned back quickly putting his hands up in surrender, "Calm down, brother you have the wrong idea. While the goddess does interest me. It isn't in the way that you believe. I promise you brother, I..." He paused.

"I only want to help."

When Hermes finished, Ares had no doubt that his brother was telling the truth. Yet, a lingering darkness creeped into his mind. He didn't know why, but the idea of another god much less Hermes finding interest in this goddess stirred something in his heart. A darkness he couldn't describe.

Was it jealousy?

Or was it something more sinister?

Deep down did Ares want to claim this goddess, for himself. To her locked away from all who dared to know more about her. The moment these dark thoughts entered his mind; Ares was taken back to his dream. The dream where the goddess was already trapped and he couldn't even reach her. That same dream where the trees became not only a barrier, but a cage and the thought of that moment. Those trees began to leave Ares even more irritable than he was before, but then he realized that the way he had been thinking was far worse than what he had seen.

What if this unknown force had the same mindset as he did just now. That the goddess needed to be kept in an unrelenting and unyielding cage, because they didn't want her to even seek the idea of the outside. Of freedom. To seek him.

What if he turned out to be her prison instead? Keeping her from others and caging her to himself without any remorse or shame.

If he did that then the warmth that he had felt from her in the dream. Would be replaced with something else, something much more biting and broken. He saw her smiling at him, and Ares couldn't help but think of her smile turning into a look of fear and sorrow whenever he neared.

He couldn't even imagine that he couldn't imagine trapping her.

He couldn't imagine possessing her as if she were an object.

He couldn't even imagine the very idea of hurting her.

Then just like that the darkness that was once there vanished entirely and Ares for once in his life began to reflect. Hermes was right, it did feel like he was chasing a ghost, and the more he chased the more obsessed he became. Then the moment he went out to search for answers, it would no doubt end disastrous.

Ares's slumped his shoulders and instantly hated what he was about to do, but what other choice did he have? If he didn't do this right, it could cost him.

It could even affect her.

The clouded eyed goddess.

He needed to be smart about this and despite him hating to say it, the bastard was right. A single warrior did not win wars on his own. That's why in war there were armies.

There were allies.

And that was what Ares needed the most right now.

An ally.

"Alright," he had huffed out begrudgingly.

Hermes's eyes narrowed in confusion, "I am sorry?"

Ares let out a breath and leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest, "what I am trying to say that I graciously would like your... Help. In finding this goddess."

Hermes's eyes were wide now with barely contained shock, had he just heard correctly. Ares, his brother, wanted his help. After this whole conversation, Ares kept avoiding his offers of aid, he now wants his assistance. He just couldn't believe it, he was to be dreaming.

"You... Want my help?"

"Yes."

"Truly?"

"Indefinitely."

The reaction was immediate, Hermes shot out of his seat and looked like he was ready to run laps around Olympus. Ares looked on at his brother as he paced back and forth, rambling in his excitement towards the idea of helping him.

"This is perfect brother, just you wait I will help you find this goddess. Even if it leads me to the ends of the earth. I promise to not let you down." Hermes babbled onwards his excitement, overflowing to new heights.

As Ares stared blankly at his brother, usually just seeing his brother like this would have caused him to scoff and sneer at the god's behavior. However, he didn't, instead he was reminded of a time long ago when they were young. When Ares was at his peak in godhood and his stature as the god of war.

He remembered distinctly a child no older then the mortal age of seven. Following him ever closely from a distance, a child with stars shining in his eyes when he saw him training or when he walked through the halls. A child, that after a while Ares found himself secretly being attached to the more, he continued to entertain the boy. That very same child, who he had abandoned due to the sins of their father, and the lasting bitterness of his mother.

That child stood before him once again, but Ares hadn't the heart to reach out and apologize. Instead, he remained impassive and distant since that was better than facing his regrets.

"If you are done celebrating," he had said sternly, steeling his resolve and burying the emotions and the past into the depths of his heart. "We have a goddess to find, and I don't want to sit here and lose even more of our brother's infernal sun." He finished standing up from his seat, striding past his still hyperactive brother. Not trying to pay him any mind whatsoever and preceding to enact a cold persona.

Hermes paid it no mind and instead just smiled at the back of his brother, glad that maybe things could go back to how they were all those years ago.

A time when they weren't enemies, but brothers. True brothers, where bastardy didn't matter or hang over their heads like a damn title or permeant mark.

They were just Ares and Hermes.

Sons of Zeus.

Brothers.

Hermes defiantly hoped it would go back to being that way.

As swift as he could he joined Ares at his pace as they walked down the halls of his palace to his private study. Hermes asking numerous questions about their mission and Ares answering him in short responses. During the walk, the messenger god felt his heart warm even more and hoped that better times were ahead of them.

All too quickly the brothers stood in front of Ares's study, and Hermes was all too excited for their hunt to begin.

Hunt.

Hermes stilled as a thought came to his mind and Ares, who was about to push open the doors to the room noticed.

"What is it?"

"We are trying to track and find this goddess, yes?"

Ares turned to his brother, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to understand what idiotic point his brother was trying to get to. "That is what we are doing, yes. Why?"

"Then seem we are on the hunt for a goddess."

The deadpan look that Hermes received from his eldest brother was borderline comical. Hermes had to keep himself from laughing in Ares's face.

"Hermes, what are you trying to imply?"

"Well, if we are going to go on a hunt," he had said while trying to put his thoughts out there gently. "We are going to need a good hunter."

Ares just stared at his brother the war god's crimson eyes shining with irritation, "Just get to the point."

Hermes jumped at the commanding tone of his brother's voice, but soon he relaxed and sighed better to get it all out in and on the table.

"All I am saying is that maybe we will need a professional in this area and when I mean hunter..." He paused again, before he said the thing that he knew his brother didn't want to hear.

"... I meant huntress."

Ares's eyes narrowed in confusion and suspicion, before they widened in realization at what or exactly who Hermes was talking about.

"Out of the question."

"Brother -"

"No!"

"But she can help."

"No!"

"How about a hug?"

"Over my dead body."

"Come on, if anyone can help it's her," Hermes begged his brother.

Ares sneered his mind unchanged and temper flaring, "I said no, it's already enough having you in on this, but her too. I don't think so, I would rather die by being tossed in a pit than asking the goddess of misandry and deer piss for help. Out. Of. The. Question."

"At least I have a reason for what I do," a familiar female voice broke into their conversation. Which in turn cause both gods to freeze. Turning to the voice Hermes shyly waved, while Ares groaned in frustration.

"However, unlike you Ares, I don't solve my problems by punching everything I come across." The voice said.

"No, you load them with arrows," Ares grumbled. "How did you get in here anyway?"

"The front door," the voice said tone obvious.

"Not what I meant."

"But it's what I implied."

Before Ares could retaliate. Hermes, as swift as ever, quickly intercepted his brother before Ares did something or rather said something he would've regretted.

"Artemis, our dear beloved sister. We were just talking about you."

The huntress just deadpanned, eyes as cold and blue as the night itself, "I can see that, but why are you two together?"

"Why does it matter? Also, why are you in my palace? Last I checked I didn't send you an invite." Came the reply from Ares.

The goddess of the moon and hunt narrowed her eyes as she focused on her war mongering half-brother. "I came by because I heard he was here," she then pointed to Hermes. "Had to make sure he didn't end up dead. We cannot have kin slayers around now can we."

"What did you just say to me?" Ares asked voice dropping into a low and threatening tone, daring his male hating sister to say more.

"You had heard what I said, war boy. Or has the battlefield rendered your hearing, dear brother?"

Ares growled, "I swear if you don't take that comment back -"

"Or what? You'll run to your mother?"

"I will end your existence!"

"I would like to see you try."

"Hey guys," Hermes said loudly drawing both of his sibling's attention. "You know Arty -"

"Don't call me that."

"- Ares and I were just talking about you, and we realized we needed your help." Hermes cheerfully addressed the goddess.

"We don't need her help!"

"Ignore him, sister, but all jokes aside it be beneficial to us if we had your expertise on the matter. So, please." Hermes slightly begged his elder sister, hoping that she would agree to help them.

Artemis's gaze flickered to Hermes then Ares and back again. Something was afoot here, and she didn't know what, but maybe this 'favor' will bring some insight to the situation. However, her downside she had to work alongside Ares. At least if she was on a battlefield she was spread out and away from him, but soon she would have to work in close quarters with the god.

She hated it but it she wanted answers she had to comply.

With a heavy sigh, Artemis rubbed her temples and nodded her head begrudgingly, "Fine I will help you two idiots."

Ares's jaw tightened, but Hermes just smiled holding Ares back slightly.

"Thank you, sister. This means a great deal to us, especially to Ares."

Ares grumbled again and Artemis raised a silver brow, "What do you mean Hermes?"

"All will be explained, shortly but let's discuss this in private, sister." Hermes finished before turning towards Ares, with an annoyingly sweet smile adorning his features. "Brother, if you don't mind."

Ares just grunted and turned to push the doors to his study open and walked inside without a word to his half-siblings. Artemis glared at his back but walked in right after with Hermes walking in as well. The heavy oak doors closed with a resounding thud, sealing them all inside.

The hunt was at hand, and a goddess was soon to be found. 

**********************************************************************

Hey everyone, I hoped you all liked this chapter, and I am sorry it might have felt rushed in some areas. Either way, I wanted to say that now Ares has help in finding the mystery goddess. If they succeed in finding her remains to be seen. Anyway, glad you guys enjoyed the chapter, hopefully, I will see you guys' next time. ;)

[starfire1657]

Blood of Zeus Season 3 Thoughts and Opinions - Part 2: Hephaestus's Death

Warning: Spoilers!

Alright, so as requested Hephaestus won the poll. So, let's get started. These are my thoughts on Hephaestus's death and overall involvement in the narrative of Blood of Zeus.

Disclaimer: This is just my honest opinions, and I appreciate if you guys don't hound me for my opinions. Please and thank you.

Also, if you haven't checked it out. Here is the first part of my Blood of Zeus thoughts category. Enjoy!

Blood Of Zeus Thoughts - Part 1: Ares's Death - https://www.tumblr.com/starfire1657/783136352325795840/blood-of-zeus-season-3-thoughts-part-1-aress?source=share

First off, here is the thing Hephaestus is one of the most UNDERRATED CHARACTERS IN THIS DARN SHOW! He was barely shown and when he was, he had such little screen time. However, he still ate up every moment when he was on screen. Hephaestus steadily became one of my favorite characters in this show. Making his death affect me like it did with Ares. It was unfair and completely unnecessary. Let's get into it.

First up is Hephaestus's death, well his FIRST death. Just like Ares, Hephaestus died in Blood of Zeus: Season 3, Episode 1. The reason was because he saved Aphrodite, from being crushed by Typhon's gigantic foot. LIKE BITCH YOU COULDN'T MOVE! (Sorry Aphrodite lovers, I like her too but seriously?!). His first death was bittersweet, due to the fact that he DIED, but he sacrificed himself for his EX-WIFE. That is a man right there, y'all I have a sixth Blood of Zeus husband. Man is a big green flag in this series.

Next up is his second death, just like in my Ares thoughts I will say it again. THIS WAS COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY! Just a recap after their deaths, Ares and Hephaestus are taken to the Underworld by the furies. Then they are TOSSED into the abyss by Chronos's bitch ass. (Sorry for my language, I don't usually cuss in my posts like this, forgive me). Then they were ERASED FROM EXISTENCE!!! Like WHAT?! As I said before this death was undeserved and a total overkill, literally.

The next thing I want to address is Hephaestus's remembrance. At the end of the show, to honor the lives that have fallen during this emotional wreck of a season. Zeus has constellations of Hephaestus, Ares, Persephone, and Heron edged in the stars. This honor that was given to Hephaestus was well deserved and LONG overdue. Especially, since this man has done so much behind the scenes in the show. Which makes his loss so much harder since when they really needed him. Hephaestus was already gone from the world. Plus, may I say it again. HE. GAVE. UP. HIS. OWN. LIFE. TO. SAVE. HIS. EX-WIFE'S!!! Even though it was tragic, his sacrifice was worth this great honor. Still would've liked him alive though.

Finally, I wished we had more of Hephaestus in this show. He was the blacksmith of the gods, and I wish that he was featured more. He was one of those characters that was pushed out of the way and placed in the background until the plot wanted him. AND EVEN THEN, THE PLOT SCREWED HIM OVER! Just like it did with Ares. The moment the man came in with a clutch, the showrunners/Netflix killed the man off, just to kill him off. Hephaestus just like Ares, to me, was another character that suffered from WASTED character potential. If only we had gotten, the five seasons of Blood of Zeus that was promised to us as the viewers. We would've seen more of this great, underrated, character.

If you read my Ares thoughts, this is the part where I will list off what I would've done differently with Hephaestus's character/story involvement. So, let's go:

When it comes to Hephaestus, I would've gotten him more involved in the story. Instead of having him just. . . There. You know?

I would've liked to see him interact more with his half siblings and his mother Hera to see their dynamic on screen. Let me see, the toxic relationship between Hera and him on screen. So, his death can be even worse towards Hera, and her guilt. Because one of my favorite parts in the season was when that cyclops clocked Hera's tea about her mistreatment towards Hephaestus in episode 6.

The only thing about Hephaestus's death I would've changed is. . . HE WOULDN'T HAVE DIED! Along with that, if he had to die and just HAD to be thrown into the abyss. I. WOULD. HAVE. MADE. A. WAY. FOR. HIM. TO. COME. BACK. As I said in my Ares rant, screw the writing and the rules.

I would've focused more on Aphrodite's thoughts towards Hephaestus sacrificing himself to save her sorry ass. Like I am sorry, but she (lore wise), treated Hephaestus bad in my opinion. Kindly correct me if wrong. However, I wanted to see more regret from her. Please and thank you.

Finally, if I did make him come back, he would've been treated better by his mom and his ex. Thank you!

In conclusion, Hephaestus was an underrated king, and it was really sad how he was treated by Netflix. He, like my first husband Ares, deserved better than this bull crap that Netflix did to him.

Alright that is the end of Hephaestus's rant. The person I plan to do next is Persephone's thoughts and Opinions. Poll is at the end.

[starfire1657]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 50 likes!

[starfire1657]

Blood of Zeus Season 3 Thoughts and Opinions - Part 1: Ares's Death

Warning: Spoilers!

Disclaimer: This is just my honest opinions, and I appreciate if you guys don't hound me for my opinions. Please and thank you.

Okay but am I the only one that didn't like Ares's death. I know he was a jerk during the entire show, but I still loved him he was one of my husbands in this show and his death just hurts. He should've had a better ending and if Netflix didn't cancel the show. We could have maybe had more of Ares and seen hopefully a redemption ark. I personally was hoping to see him and Heron finally getting along or at least respecting each other. However, the way they killed him off like that wasn't right.

First, is his first death in the 1st episode of season 3. The fact that he died and how isn't what upsets me. IT'S HOW THEY DECIDED TO EXECUTE IT!!! If Ares was supposed to die, it would make sense that he would die on the battlefield. However, it was how they made his mindset. If he wasn't so prideful in his last moments or if they gave a more in-depth reason for his death than just... "I ran from this beast once. I won't do it again." Then I would be satisfied. Unfortunately, his death wasn't impactful in the way that I felt like it should have been. Plus, the man got Rengokued, another donut to add to the freaking box.

Next up is his second and final death. Man WTF! Like why they make Ares try and fight Chronos while he was a ghost. I never have wanted to smack a character so much in my life. More less than one of my favorite characters. But like seriously, the way they had Ares die like that, was so overkill. The man was already DEAD, why kill him another time? He already went through everything. HE DIDN'T HAVE TO BE ERASED FROM EXISTANCE!!!!

Next is his remembrance. Even though I love the man, WHAT WAS THERE TO REMEMBER HIM FOR?! Like seriously, when they honored him in the stars. Which was really sweet and almost made me cry. His impact in the story left nothing for him to be remembered for and I mean POSITIVELY. Yes, he was a great warrior and the god of war but look at all the others that died. Hephaestus, Persephone, Kofi, and Heron. They had really great sacrifices that they deserved to be honored and remembered. What did Ares do to get remembered? Nothing! Other than run his mouth and be stupid, because he didn't want to run away.

Finally, the last thing I want to say is that this man is the definition of WASTED POTENTIAL! The showrunners could've done so much more with his character. I felt he could've easily had a redeemable ark or at least some form of redemption in the show. To where his death would have been at least more meaningful instead of the creators/Netflix needing to kill off characters. Sadly, we will never get to see that, because Netflix did what Netflix does best and canceled a show that had so much potential in its plot and its characters.

Now, before I finish, I wanted to say what I would've done better if I had to rewrite Ares's story.

I would've changed the entire scene with him and Persephone in the garden scene from Season 2, Episode 3, because what was that? Someone please tell me, what the heck was that?

I would still give Ares the personally that he had, but have more moments where Ares had the opportunity to learn how to be less prideful. Make him have more moments with Heron to where he does in fact think of his actions. To where he does end up changing his mindset bit by bit.

Ares's death if he had to die would've been more noble. Either that or better yet, the gods would've not died.

I would've made a way for Ares to come back from the abyss. Screw the writing and the rules.

Lastly, he would be remembered in a positive light. Not the way the writers did him.

In conclusion, Ares deserved better.

I plan on doing Hephaestus next, what do you guys think?

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 5. Waking Dreams

The dreams I have, I cannot see. The endless void of black never leaves me be.

I wish with all my heart that my dreams will come true, instead of them coming and going like the morning dew.

I may wish upon a star and its silver light. Upon this star so true, so bright.

For in these dreams, a wish that could have been.

The world will drive us apart, until we meet again.

~ * ~

The warm morning sun entered Ares’s bedchambers. Rays of gold filtered through the bed curtains and hit Ares’s face in a warm caress. The god of war’s expression shifted in his sleep, for it wasn’t the warm sun that was touching him so.

Instead, it was her.

The goddess's unexpected presence has plagued his mind for the past five days.

Along with his dreams.

Ares has never once had a pleasant dream. Mainly, his dreams consisted of war, his father’s approval, a life that he wished was a reality, or even nothing at all. But NONE were ever calm and peaceful like this one.

In this dream, he was standing in a meadow full of flowers, the sky a clear and lovely blue. The sun shone brightly, but it wasn’t unpleasant like countless times before. Instead, he had welcomed it. Embraced it. As if it were a long-lost friend. Soon, he would walk through the flowery meadow, heart content and strangely alight. He would walk and walk until he happened upon a beautiful giant willow tree. Its branches hanging low but its leaves a vibrant green and it swayed in the calm breeze. As he approached, Ares’s heart started to feel full and excited. He didn’t know why, but before he knew it a smile spread on his face.

Why was he acting this way?

He found his answer not a second later, because standing near the willow surrounded by lilacs was her.

The mystery goddess.

Ares’s breath hitched as he took her in, his eyes never left her form. They couldn’t leave her form.

The goddess whose hair shined like starlight and looked soft to the touch. Fluttered in the gentle breeze, waves of pure white falling over her shoulder and back. Her curves were accented and hidden by the long white chiton dress decorated with simple gold jewelry that made her look elegant, despite the simplicity of her attire. Just like her hair, it blew gently in the breeze making her appear even more divine.

But then she turned to him, and he felt his heart warm even more.

She was as stunning as before, but this time he felt like it had enhanced in the light of the sun.

In this dream.

Their eyes met, her clouded ones meeting his crimson. Time seemed to stand still, with only the breeze shifting between them. Until she smiled at him, truly smiled.

It wasn’t a fake smile.

It wasn’t a smile of pity.

It wasn’t even a smile that had hidden motives.

No, it was a true genuine smile. A smile that spoke a thousand words and expressed many emotions all at once. A smile that welcomed him, with care and joy.

A smile that said, ‘It is good to see you.’

She was glad to see him.

Without even thinking he started to move towards her, his feet having a mind of their own. He wanted to stop as he didn’t know what to do or what to say, but his heartbeat picked up even more as he strides towards her. The goddess before him was doing the same, walking to him with that charming smile. A smile that was taking down his defenses one by one and wasn’t even stopping one bit. Soon the breeze blew her hair again and Ares caught the delicious scent of lavender. Calming and sweet lavender, a scent that fit her perfectly. 

Soon they met in the middle, just inches away from one another. They didn’t speak any words, but it didn’t matter, just being together was enough.

Man and Woman.

God and Goddess.

War and . . .

What was she the goddess of?

Ares knew, in this dream he knew. But at the same time, he didn’t.  

In the dream it was her who made the first move. Reaching her hand out she caressed the right side of his face. Her touch gentle and warm, something that Ares didn’t realize he had wanted or needed. 

He let himself relax in her touch, eyes sparkling with calmness as if he were a docile animal. She rubbed her thumb along his stubbled cheek and jaw, causing Ares to close his eyes and breathe a relaxed sigh. He didn’t want this moment to end.

‘Why was that?’ He had wondered to himself. He didn’t even know her, this goddess that gave him unbelievable warmth and safety with her presence. A safety to be himself and be. . . Vulnerable. Ares hasn’t been vulnerable since he was but a child. When the duties of him being the god of war was nonexistent at the time. A time when he was just a kid.

‘Where did that time go?’ He had thought.

“I missed you,” a familiar and beautiful voice spoke to him in his mind. His eyes slowly opened and locked with the goddess’s clouded ones.

“You missed me?” He asked tone disbelieving and curious. She just silently giggled and smiled once more at him.

“Of course, silly! Why else would I have come?” She tilted her head in mock confusion. Ares felt embarrassed. He paused, why was he embarrassed in front of her? What was happening to him?

“You seem tired and stressed. Care to tell me why?” She had asked him, hand moving away from his face, making him miss her touch. Ares just shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

“I do not want to burden you with my troubles. They are not your baggage to carry but mine.” He said sincerely brushing away a strand of her white hair. ‘It is soft,’ he said to himself mentally. Entranced by the beauty of the goddess before him, her presence captivating him every second she was here with him.  

The goddess shook her head, “You always say that.” Her clouded eyes looked at Ares in sadness and concern causing Ares’s heart to twist. “You say that your burdens are not mine to carry, but that’s not true.” She then took his hand in hers and spoke to him with a tenderness he had never known and an affection he had never seen anyone give him before. “I am your equal as you have also made it clear. I am your partner. Your other half. Your balance. We venture through everything together. Not alone, never alone. You are mine and I am yours, everything we share. We will share together, and that includes our burdens.” She then paused and stepped closer towards him, their chests almost touching their breaths almost mingling together.

His heart fluttered and warmed at her words and her closeness, as if he was walking on air. As if the ground wasn’t even beneath his feet and he was floating.  

“I am here for you. Now and forever, cherishing together in this span of time and unity that we see before ourselves.” she had said to him her sweet voice whispering to him in his mind like a siren’s song. “You and I, a tapestry woven by the fates themselves. Never to be untreaded by anything that comes our way. Strong and true, steadfast in everything.”

She released his hand and placed both hands on his armored chest. She gracefully stood on her toes and kissed his cheek, sending unexplained but welcomed feelings into his heart.

“Do not forget that my love. For doing so you will forget me as well.” When she finished, Ares didn’t know what to say yet again. His tongue was tied in what felt like several knots. While his mind replayed her words to him.

My love.

My love.

My love.

The words caused his heart to race and almost dance.

What is this feeling, something so sudden and new to where it made him the god of war crumble and submit to one such as her?

‘Why?’ He mentally questioned her. ‘Why must you make me feel this way? Who are you to make me question my feelings and sanity? Who are you?’

The goddess tilted her head, curious as to why he hadn’t said anything.

“Ares?” By the gods, he wasn’t expected to hear her say his name. Even though it wasn’t from her own lips it still left him utterly enthralled by her.

“Is something the matter?”

Ares swallowed.

What should he say?

What should he do?

Why was he panicking?

He was the god of war; he had faced countless battles and foes in his lifetime. So, why was he nervous and frantic around this goddess as if he were a young boy with a crush? This was completely unexpectable.

The war god quickly regained his composure and squared his shoulders. Back straight and an aura that radiated confidence and assurance he soon was ready to address the woman before him.

But before he could say anything, there was a rumbling in the distance causing both Ares and the mystery goddess to glance in the direction of the sound. Different expressions marring their faces, for Ares it was a look of curiosity along with irritation. Meanwhile, the mystery goddess held a look of dread and sorrow.  

He didn’t know why that was until, the rumbling grew louder and louder. Then suddenly giant pine trees erupted from the ground as if they were blossoming flowers. The trees were coming fast without stopping and they started to close in on all sides. Ares saw this and his crimson gaze flicked to the mysterious goddess that was now wrapped in his arms in a protective embrace.

When had he wrapped his arms around her? And why did it feel so right?

No! That didn’t matter right now, he had to protect her, the goddess.

His goddess.

Ares didn’t know why he just referred to the unknown goddess as ‘his,’ but he couldn’t deny how fitting it sounded. Either way, he needed to protect her from whatever threat that was coming towards them.

But it was all for not.

For the moment he had released her from his embrace and stood in front of her like a protective shield. More trees had popped up but behind them and they were even faster than the first set. The ground shifted and before Ares knew it, the trees had separated them. Enraged at the sight of the goddess trapped, the war god summoned his war hammer and began pounding away at the trees trying to reach her. Shattering every tree and leaving no room for error, but the trees kept growing effortlessly back.

What was going on?

Why can’t he get to her?

But before he could raise his hammer to swing once more, a voice spoke out.

Her voice spoke out.

“It is no use, no matter how many trees you topple down. She will continue to produce more.” Ares paused at the goddess’s words.

She? She who?

Was someone keeping her prisoner?

Far from his reach, to where he couldn’t touch the goddess with his own hands. Embrace her as he did before, feeling her warmth upon his skin and in his heart.  

“Do not waste your strength on the impossible. It is needed elsewhere. Please stop for my sake,” She pleaded to him desperately.

With the goddess pleading towards him and her unexpected imprisonment, Ares was fueled with so much rage that the ground started to scorch. The vibrant green grass is now turning deep brown and going black. His anger continues to surge and spike that the whole area seemed to tremble. All except the trees, those majestic pines that didn’t seem to bow to him remained strong and steadfast, barring his entry and keeping him away.

Keeping him from her.

“I do not care in the slightest for this,” he raged, his eyes glowing scarlet. “Whatever force that is trying to keep me from you. I will not let it sway me into yielding.” Ares glared at the pines in utter detestation. The trees seemed to mock him with each passing second.

“I refuse to lose you. Especially, to some insufferable trees!” His voice echoed around the space like thunder. The area started to get hotter, the flames licking the ground more and more. He was not about to lose, not now.

Not ever.

“I will never lose you,” he then raised his weapon again ready to strike. Although before he could, her voice rang out again. This time though it wasn’t in desperation, but more as if she was instructing him.

“Then find me,” she had responded back to him. “Find me again, my love. Not in this world, but the waking one. A place where we will reunite, and I can be in your arms again.”

Ares was silent and confused.

What did she mean by the waking world?

He didn’t have much time to ponder since the world around him started to vanish in a rush of black. The god of war became tense and uneasy, not for his sake but for his goddess that was still trapped behind the wall of trees.

However, even though he was worried she wasn’t, instead she reassured his frantic mind and heart with her sweet words.

“Do not worry, my love you are just waking up.”

Suddenly, the trees disappeared and there she was standing there. Smiling at him, making his heart leap. Ares tried to go to her, but he couldn’t move his legs. Nothing was holding him down he had checked, but it was obvious that the dream wanted him to listen. Rather than join the goddess.

“When you wake, find me. Then we will be together again.”

Ares felt his body going weightless and he felt a tug in his chest.

He was waking up.

“Find me.”

She said one last time.

“Find me!”  

Then he woke up.

***

It was midday, and Ares was once again in the arena, sparring like he always did. As he fought some of his brother’s automation warriors his mind was being plagued with the dream, he had earlier that morning.

He couldn’t understand it.

The goddess and him were together.

They were in love.

But. . . How could that be?

They only interacted once, and that was just a mere few days ago. There was no way in all Olympus that he could be in love with her. For one he knew nothing about her.

Not her name.

Her godly domain.

Or anything. 

So, why in that dream had it seemed like he knew everything about her? When that was far from the truth.

Why hadn’t he seen her on Olympus, until that day?

Who was she really and why was it that the more he thought of her, the more his heart yearned for her to be near him?

What was happening to him?

The more the questions and confusion piled up. The more and more frustrated he became, and he cut through the warriors like a scythe through wheat. Taking them down blow by blow.

Never once stopping.

Never once yielding.

Until there was nothing left.

Ares stood in the arena surrounded by metal that was bent, twisted, and broken. His chest heaved with adrenaline, but also frustration. His muscles were tense and the vein on his right hand was bulging due to the grip he had on his hammer’s handle.

He wanted to yell. 

He wanted to scream.

Do anything to release the anger and help him solve this maddening puzzle.

To spread his fire of war and rage wherever he could. But then, when he was at his peak of aggression, he felt it.

That same presence he felt those days ago.

That foreign feeling of calm and relaxation. 

Touched him once again just as it did in the gardens. It crept in gently and washed over him like waves upon the shore. The tide calling back the water before it reached him yet again. In his mind, this. . . Feeling. Brushed his face in the gentle breeze, bringing an irresistible fragrance with it.

Lavender.

He knew that scent.

It was the same scent from his dream, that very dream that made him question his sanity and very being. That same dream where there was no war or strife, but pure peace. A dream that had her.

The clouded eyed maiden.

The goddess with starlight hair.

It was her.

Was… She reaching out to him? Was the breeze carrying that scent, her scent, his way as a sign of some sort?

Was she near?

Ares had wondered about this and more as he closed his closed his eyes taking in the presence that he had no idea he missed. His heart danced, and his stomach was doing summer saults.

Why was he acting this way?

“For a message whispered upon the wind,” his ears perked up, eyes snapping open. That voice, it couldn’t be. “Our paths will cross once more,” it was, it was her. Speaking to him through the breeze and whispering in his mind and heart.

That sweet voice.

“I hope to see you soon,” his breath caught in his throat. “Glad of war.”  

Then just like that, the message ended. The breeze was gone along with the luscious scent of lavender that accompanied it. Although, the lingering peace was still there.

In his heart.

His mind.

His soul.

Ares felt it all and more, he felt excited, strangely excited it was unusual and unexpected. However, he didn’t chase the peace he had away. Instead, he grasped it trying to keep it with him. This was strange, he felt strange. His rage had always been comforting, and his mind was always plagued by war, and he had to admit he was brutish at times and held grudges easily which was true. He was easily jealous and prideful, which came at the expense that he was a powerful god. The son of the king and queen of the Olympian gods. However, his arrogance and haughty behavior was always his downfall, but it made him. . . Him.

Ares had no problems before, until now.

Whatever this feeling was, that had started to form in his mind and heart to ease him so. He wanted it.

No.

He needs it.

He needs her.

“Find me.”

He remembered what she said to him in the dream, a request, an instruction to his mind of what to do.

“Find me.”

Ares started to walk out of the arena, his war hammer resting mightily on his right shoulder. The more he walked, he pondered everything.

Their meeting.

His dream.

Along with her message.

“I hope to see you soon.”  

He stopped walking. “See you soon.” Suddenly, Ares realized something: She was coming back. She was coming back to see him, but for how long? How soon was that he wondered. Was she already here?

If so, then he was going to have to find her. Ares’s crimson eyes observed his surroundings as he took in the beauty of Olympus and its inhabitants. Somewhere in the realm of the gods awaited a goddess who was as mysterious as she was beautiful.  

And he was going to find her.

No matter what it took.

Tightening his hold on his hammer, Ares’s eyes burned with determination and promise.

“I will find you.”

“You’ll find who?”

Ares jolted in his spot, freezing as he turned to face the unwelcome voice that penetrated his private, but open thoughts, and scowled.

Great, just great.

Not only did he have a goddess to find and questions to be answered. But now he had an annoying bastard brother to contend with.

Just perfect.

A/N: Hey everybody! So, I wanted to say thank you for reading this new chapter of Blind Love and Silent Hearts. I hope it was to your liking, and I for one cannot wait to write the next chapter. So, thanks again and see you all soon.

PS. Hey my musical fans, just wanted to let you know there is a reference to a musical that I place in the story. If you guys find it comment the rest of the lyrics or type in the answer on where it is from and if ten people give me the correct answer, I will reveal it. But it shouldn't be that hard. Just a little fun for you guys and also totally unexpected on my side as well.

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts Chapters

What should happen when war craves peace? Will the world burn, or will it be balanced? Only time will tell.

This fanfic happens immediately after the garden scene in Blood of Zeus's episode, "Winter is Born." Season 2, Episode 3.

After a humiliating defeat at the hands of Persephone and Hades. Ares returns to Olympus in a rage, but as war rages it is the hands of peace that calm him down. The only problem is now, he cannot seem to shake away the feeling of those eyes. Those clouded eyes that brought him a welcoming peace. A story in which war chases after peace.

A/N: I do not own Blood of Zeus, that is owned by Netflix. I just own the plot and my original character(s). This story is also on Ao3.

[1]. https://www.tumblr.com/dramionelover123/772274853610930176/blind-love-and-silent-hearts-chapter-1-calming?source=share

[2]. https://www.tumblr.com/dramionelover123/772275042836955136/blind-love-and-silent-hearts-chapter-2-war-and?source=shar

[3]. https://www.tumblr.com/dramionelover123/772275259684651008/blind-love-and-silent-hearts-chapter-3-peace-in?source=share

[4]. https://www.tumblr.com/dramionelover123/781543394734391296/blind-love-and-silent-hearts-chapter-4-when?source=share

[5]. Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 5. Waking Dreams – @dramionelover123 on Tumblr

[6]. Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 6. On the Hunt for a Goddess pt. 1 - War and the Messenger – @starfire1657 on Tumblr

[7]. Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 7. On the Hunt for a Goddess pt. 2 - The Messenger and the Huntress – @starfire1657 on Tumblr

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 4. When Peace Desires Freedom

A beautiful lone bird sits in a cage; despite being unable to fly, she has everything she could want.

She has food given to her every morning, noon, and night her belly never once empty.

Even though she cannot soar amongst the clouds and the vast blue horizon, she can still see and feel the sun. The golden orb in the sky warms her feathers, letting her feel the life and wonder that the sun gives.

Though she cannot sing with others she can still hear their call. No matter how far or close they may be. She lets out her own tune, one that is cheerful and a call for friendship, for solace.

However, her calls are left in vain. For what is the purpose of singing when no one can hear your voice? What is the reason for feeling the sun when one cannot share the skies with it? What is the point of having endless food when you cannot share it or enjoy it outside on a beautiful sunny day?

Even though she had everything, it felt like she had nothing. For what is the point of having everything when the one thing that anyone can long for is forever out of reach?

How can one be happy, if they never experienced pure joy? What is the purpose of having wings if one cannot soar?

What is the purpose of having everything, when you can't have freedom?

~ * ~

"Do you know how long I was looking for you?!"

"Nice to see you too, Galidae," Sophie replied to nymph with a sarcastic roll of her eyes and stood up from her position on the ground.

"Oh, don't you dare 'Nice to see you Galidae,' me." Screeched the infuriated nymph, "I have been searching all morning for you. Only to be told that you were here at this lake!"

The nymph put her hands on her hips and glared at the goddess before her. Her gaze was fiery as she scolded the goddess like she was a child. "You could have fallen in the lake. Or fallen and twisted an ankle or broken a bone. Or. . . Or -"

"Or," Sophie interrupted her, "Got eaten by a ferocious animal." She then bared her teeth and raised her hands to mimic deadly claws. "Or I could have gotten stuck in a tree." She gestured to the various grand pine trees around her. But soon, Sophie's clouded eyes widened before she made an overexaggerated face and clasped her hands together in a dramatic motion.

"Or maybe something even worse could befall me. Like a dashing stranger steals me away, to become his wife." She then looks at the nymph in mock terror, "And I wouldn't be able to resist because he would be the most dashing man, I had ever laid my eyes on."

Sophie, ever the dramatic, clasped her hands together and shook her shoulders, making it seem as if she was trembling from fear. Her lips wobbled and her eyes began to shine with tears, "What is a poor lonesome goddess like me to do?"

The goddess turned towards the nymph's direction, her face giving an expression of dread. Galidae was caught off guard for a moment, her worried face displaying shock and uncertainty. That was until, she saw her charge's face twist from that expression of dread to pure on mirth.

Clutching her stomach, Sophie doubled over in silent laughter. Well, it was silent to the rest of the world, except for Galidae. Since Sophie's mocking laughter was echoing irritatingly in her mind.

Galidae pinched the bridge of her nose, an oncoming headache steadily forming.

"My lady, this matter is serious."

"Oh, I know this matter is serious," Sophie replied through Galidae's mind. Her laughter had died down, but the mirth was still there and a lingering hint of sarcasm. "I know that this is as serious as Juniper with a bad hair day."

"You can joke with me all you want, Lady Sophie," Galidae's tone becoming serious. "But you don't understand the dangers you could put yourself in. You are not like the others; you cannot just do whatever you want as you please."

Sophie paused her mirth dying and her face twisting into a look of boredom, but Galidae continued onward.

"When Gaia sent you here it was under our official duties to watch out for you, my lady. Even though you jest about the outcomes, the dangers are still there. It is a shame you not only cannot see from my point of view, but your physical blindness hinders you as well. Not only that lady Sophie, but your inability to speak is also a major problem. You can't cry out for help or even utter a single sound. Which is just about as dangerous as you being blind." The nymph's eyes flickered towards Sophie and took in her face. Which held a mixture of hurt and growing anger.

Galidae knew that bringing the goddess' physical disabilities was a low blow, but how else was she supposed to get her point across?

Sophie was a wonderful goddess. She was kind to those around her and had the tendency to lift the spirits of others. Sophie had a gentle soul, making it easy for her to tend to the animals or solve emotional problems in any conflict. Along with this she was a great listener, so she was easy to talk to about anything. Sometimes, however, that also was a problematic thing too, since some of her nymph's sisters tended to sometimes over share. Causing the young goddess's mind to run wild with ideas. Both good and bad, but other than that Sophie was a good person with an amazing personality.

However, Sophie was also reckless and not as careful as one would think, and she did have a rebellious streak about her. One that constantly would give the poor nymph a headache, and this mostly revolved around the fact that Sophie thought herself to be normal.

A goddess with no limitations to her, who could do the things others did. Like journeying and venture off on her own. Interacting with whomever she wished and existing outside of this forest.

Sadly, she cannot for her disabilities hinder her so. With her blindness, she cannot see the dangers the world has to experience. Especially, the realm of the gods, which hold more dangers than just staring down a five headed Hydra. There were the likes of Zeus who pursued anything that breathed or rather had a hole. Then there were jealous goddesses like Hera or Aphrodite. Finally, there were gods that would have taken advantage of Sophie's kindness and naivety to use her for there own gain.

Then there was also the case with her muteness as well. Not being able to scream or shout for help. Her inability to utter a single sound is also what holds her back, and it was extremely another danger for her.

Out of all these things there was something that put Sophie in more danger than all the other reasons combined.

Sophie was the goddess of peace.

And peace was always coveted.

When Galidae first started out as Sophie's caretaker, Gaia herself told her of the danger Sophie would be in if anyone found out about her. How the gods and/or other beings would tear the realm apart to have Sophie in their possession. Their desire for true peace amongst them would cause even more discord in the pantheon and the realm of Greece. Even Zeus himself would want to hoard Sophie, and she will be trapped in a cold unrelenting prison.

So, it was crucial that Sophie remain here and if Galidae must deal low blows for her to understand.

Then so be it.

"You are fragile, and fragile things must be kept safe surely you understand this?" Galidae asked her.

Sophie, unwilling to answer, lowered her head to where her eyes were more directed towards the ground then glancing in Galidae's direction.

"I understand," she had said voice twinged in sadness. "I understand, perfectly."

Galidae stared in slight shock at Sophie, before releasing a sigh of relief. The nymph was very relived for she knew how stubborn Sophie was. Always wanting to do more and experience more.

To have a sense of freedom.

But unfortunately, something like that was not in the cards for a goddess like Sophie, for it meant risking her safety. Which was something that Gaia and Galidae didn't want to happen.

"I am glad you understand, lady Sophie. This is for the better anyway. Now with that settled." Galidae then clapped her hands together, "We must make way to the villa, lady Gaia is set to visit tomorrow, and we best prepare."

"You didn't let me finish Galidae," the goddess' voice cut through the nymph's mind. Halting her ever rushing thoughts and taking control of the conversation. Sophie's eyes shined with uncontained fury. "I told you I understood what you were saying yes. I know what Gaia's purpose for having me here is as well. I have known since day one."

Sophie let out a huff and turned away from Galidae, folding her arms across her chest. Her mind swirling with emotions that she refused to fully dwell on.

"I understand that my life has been condemned in such a way to which I cannot do what my heart desires." She had to blink back the onslaught of tears that had started to gather in her clouded eyes. But she spoke nonetheless voice unwavering, "I understand, that I have my faults and misfortunes that were laid upon me the moment I was birthed into this world. This harsh and cruel, but beautiful and wonderous world that I cannot even be a part of or experience myself because of Gaia and her overbearing protectiveness." Sophie then whirled back around to gaze in Galidae's direction.

"You say that I am fragile. Grandmother, Gaia, says the world is cruel and wicked. That the outside. . ." The tears started to fully form now, "Is a dangerous place for someone like me. Someone who carries peace and serenity wherever she goes, but how am I supposed to know these things if I never leave? Under Gaia's orders I can never leave this forest and even here I am treated as if I am a piece of glass. I am just very tired of it Galidae, I am tired of it all."

Galidae watched face unmoving, but heart twisting at the sight of Sophie's tears that started to slide down her face. Her freckled cheeks being streaked with tears, making her even more beautiful to the eyes of any who gazed upon her. The nymph had no doubt in her mind as her eyes looked at Sophie, that the goddess could enchant even the most hard-hearted god or man in the world with her stunning beauty.

A beauty that was delicate and gentle.

A beauty that could maybe, rival Aphrodite's.

A beauty that could make anyone want to fight for her or over her.

Which is why Sophie's comment earlier had startled her so. For Galidae had seen the possibility in a dream. A dream that rattled her so much so that she immediately told Gaia.

In the dream she stood in the forest. She was always in the forest. There she would look on as Sophie would stand in a pure white dress, hair flowing down her back in soft waves of starlight. The wind blowing her hair in the gentle breeze it carried and the fragrance of the lilac flowers surrounding them drifted through the air. It was always nighttime in the dream, when the moon was at its fullest and its heavenly light shined down upon her form. Illuminated by the light, Sophie looked even more beautiful than before. She reminded Galidae of a spirit drifting through the meadows.

Longing.

Wondering.

Searching.

To her it was a vision, that was so peaceful it seemed timeless.

Until he came for her. He always came for her.

In every version of the dream, a shadow would be spotted on the moon. It would start off small but then it would grow until it became the shape of a man. No, not a man, but a god. He would ride in on his black chariot, black stallions with fiery tempers as untamable as the sea would land in front of the goddess. When he steps off his midnight black chariot, he always approaches the peaceful goddess offering her his hand. Words were never spoken between them, but instead a silent understanding. Sophie would place her hand in his and he would lead her to his chariot, placing her beside him as he took the reins. Galidae would always try to rush out to Sophie, telling her that she was making a huge mistake, and that Gaia would not want this. But every time Galidae went to protest to plead her words were silent, and her feet were planned firmly to the ground, and watched on helplessly. As the goddess of peace was carried away into the night never to be seen again.

Even now Galidae still felt chills over the dream and the god that came from it. She didn't know who he was nor what he looked like. The only clue she had were burning crimson red eyes, eyes that sent a shiver down her spine.

Eyes that were the color of blood.

After telling Gaia about the dream, the primordial goddess ordered for her to keep an even more watchful eye on Sophie. Ensuring that she was safe and to make Sophie desire to stay hidden.

Unfortunately, for Galidae that was easier said than done.

"Sophie, I..." she tried to find the right words. "I hear your concerns, my lady. Irregardless, I must concur with that despite you feeling this way. It comes from a good place, with pure and true intentions. Myself, my sisters, and lady Gaia all want what is best for you -"

"And what is best for me?!" The goddess of peace shouted out. Galidae winced as a slight pain twinged in her head.

"My lady, please try to understand -"

"No, you try and understand Galidae," Sophie rebaited angrily. "All my life I have been trapped in nothing solitude and isolation. Being told of what I can and cannot do, because of the limitations placed upon me. I may have joked earlier about the dangerous situations I could have potentially been in. However, that was just a cry for help."

Sophie stopped turning away once more, her eyes darting to and frow around the area. The tears in her eyes were falling still, like liquid crystal.

"Many a time I've been told that this forest will bring me happiness. For I am in the world, breathing its air. Feeling the warm sun on my skin and hearing the life the world has to offer. At first, I was content with the forest and the rules that were set in place, because at the end of it I knew. That I would never have to feel trapped in a place like the Hidden Realm again." Sophie then closed her eyes smiling a small smile. A smile that didn't contain joy, but sorrow.

A sorrow that has been building up for years, on a dream that will never see light. That never gets to soar and dance in the vast sky, upon wings strong and wide. Touching the clouds, soaring higher and higher never looking down.

A dream.

No!

A desire.

A desire for the one thing that she always dreamed of seemed only reachable in the bowels of the subconscious. Something that seemed more myth than fact, imaginary rather than reality.

A want.

A need.

It was so close, it felt so agonizingly close that Sophie could reach out and touch it with her fingers. But every time she tried it vanished, from sight never to show itself again unless to mock her. To torture her more than any punishment that Tartarus could give. The one thing that she will forever long for and will give her the wings to finally soar. As high as any bird, with no limitations or faulty.

Reaching out she longed for it. More than anyone or anything.

She longed for freedom, pure freedom.

Freedom from the limits that weighed heavy on shoulders like giant boulders on her back both physically and mentally.

Freedom from the forest, and its trees that were secretly the bars of a gilded cage.

Freedom to experience the good and the bad of the world and learn from its harsh lessons. Turning her into a more well-rounded goddess.

Freedom to love and be loved by others, not from a far hidden behind a thick veil that cannot be lifted.

Freedom from the fear of the unknown and of Zeus along with the rest of the gods.

Freedom to finally soar so high, she would reach the sun, and she would not burn. She wouldn't be an Icarus; she would not fall once her wings caught fire. Instead, she would shine along with the sun for all to see and she would finally be.

Be seen.

Be heard.

Be free.

"This place is not but a gilded cage, disguised in the greenery of leaves and flowers. It may seem big and spacious. However, it is still small compared to the rest of the world which has wonders in everything. Every flower. Every animal. Every breath of life that is breathed into this world holds a precious moment. A memory to cherish and experiences that engrave into one's soul, forever. Until the end of time." Sophie voice whispered into the nymph's mind. Her peaceful essence washing over the area as it did before.

"Yes, it does, my lady. Even so, out of all the wonders the world offers and the memorable moments that they effortlessly bring. There is darkness that tends to creep in when the light dims, and the shadows consume when one is at their most unexpected." Galidae replied to Sophie expression hinting at more than it should. Words causing the goddess to slowly turn towards her eyes containing even more sorrow than before, but also something a little lighter.

An air of hope.

"But even when the darkness takes over and the shadows do dance. Doesn't the light turn on again?" Sophie asked the nymph rhetorically. "When death comes with cold hands, the soul soon finds no more pain and can live anew in eternal peace. For even a common man who has nothing will have everything in the next life than a rich man with all his wealth and power. Can never achieve true happiness, because he was still lacking."

"What are you trying to say, lady Sophie?"

"What I am trying to say dear Galidae. Is that no matter the danger and no matter the hardships a single individual faces. To have the things you lack you must have happiness, but you cannot have true happiness without peace. Even still, what is peace without out freedom?"

Sophie exhaled and side stepped Galidae, slowly walking past her caretaker with ease. The goddess' hair blew gently in the breeze, the scent of lilacs once again carrying on the wind.

Just like her dream.

Galidae's eyes watched her charge as she turned her head slightly, tilting in her direction. Hands clasped together behind her and a gentle smile gracing her lips. Before she turned away and walked in the direction of the villa and out of sight from the nymph.

For a moment, Galidae considered the goddess' words. She wondered if maybe, just maybe, her words had some merit.

Happiness wasn't truly earned until one had peace.

Meanwhile, true peace couldn't be earned without freedom or happiness.

Galidae pondered this, Sophie has always been hidden from the world. Unseen and unheard by anyone outside this very forest. Where the inhabitants see it as a refuge.

Sophie sees it as a prison, and the nymph couldn't deny where the goddess' mind was coming from. Like a bird with its wings clipped and locked in a golden cage. It had everything it needed to survive and everything it could possibly want in life, but still.

Imprisonment was imprisonment.

Galidae as much as she tried couldn't deny that.

Maybe...

She had hesitatingly wondered.

Maybe she could talk to Gaia about giving Sophie a little bit of the freedom she had so craved. Nothing too drastic, but a small dose, nonetheless. At least enough to satisfy the beast that lurked in the corners of Sophie's heart. The same beast that drove the goddess' impulsiveness and unwavering ways of rebellion.

As Galidae thought of this she started to walk back to the villa in the same direction as Sophie. Mind clouded with ideas and plans on how to temper Sophie's growing desire to venture out.

But as she walked the burning image of those crimson eyes seared a harsh engraving in her brain. The man that gave her the same amount of uncertainty in her dreams was still giving her chills in her waking moments.

Galidae prayed that her dreams weren't real, and that Morpheus just decided to play a cruel joke on her. Yet, she doubted it was, and she continued to wonder if Sophie had some freedom, would she wonder?

Would she stay after she realized that what she and Gaia said was indeed true? Or would she stray and run headlong into danger, disregarding her safety in the process?

Or will she run into his arms?

Galidae sighed, "Only time will tell with that girl." She exclaimed to herself exhausted and exasperated, while a thought came to her mind. "If peace wants freedom to fly, she mustn't soar too high, but maybe just enough to satisfy her."

With that thought in mind Galidae journeyed back to the villa, with intentions to carry out her mistress's bidding and protect Sophie no matter the circumstances.

***

Meanwhile at Sophie's end, the peaceful goddess had stopped walking to pull out a beautiful green gemstone that matched the leaves on the trees above. It glimmered in the dazzling sunlight, the sunrays dancing on its surface causing it to shine in an enchanting light.

Sophie clutched the stone to her chest and looked up towards the sky, smiling an all-knowing smile.

"For I know your heart wars in a constant battle, that it is so endless for even you cannot seem to understand where to stop." Her thumb brushed over the gem's surface before continuing, "But I vow to help you in your endeavors and call your heart to rest. To understand, peace and true happiness."

Sophie sighed her peaceful energy flowing upward and outward towards the bondless heavens. "For a heart that longs for more, I will make sure you see it come true. I promise all this to you." She let the energy die away and gave a hopeful and wonderous smile. Then she placed the gemstone back into her dress pocket and walked back on her path to the villa.

Heart alight and spirits forever bright, then she whispered gently on the wind. Carrying her message, upward as well as a welcoming peace.

~ * ~

High atop Mount Olympus, a certain war god felt the presence, his muscles relaxing and his heart warming at the feeling. His ears perked up as he heard the voice that he hadn't heard in days, being whispered on the gentle breeze.

"For a message whispered upon the wind. Our paths will cross once more; I hope to see you soon. Glad of war."

Then just like before, peace once again settled over the god of war. 

***************************************************************************************

A/N: Okay everyone chapter 4 is up and out. I hope you all liked it or loved it. But I have a question for all you Blood of Zeus fans. What did you guys think of the trailer for BoZ S3? I for one am so excited to for it, and I dreading it at the same time. Like seriously I can't believe (Spoiler if you haven't seen the trailer) that Persephone, Hephaestus, AND Ares die. I hope they come back. Speaking of Ares, his chapter is next. See you all soon.  

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 3. Peace in the Shadows

The world is full of conflicts and strife, it is plagued by them. There is always some sort of battle or form of civil unrest.

That is why everyone covets peace, for peace is something that is cherished and craved after.

Unfortunately, even though peace is welcomed it is neither seen nor heard. It is a presence not a person, it is something that is untouchable, no matter how desperately one might claw out to grasp it.

To others, peace is the ultimate treasure. A treasure that will continue to stay hidden.

~ * ~

The sun had risen high into the heavens, casting its warm golden glow over the land of Greece. Many were going about their day doing their usual duties or jobs, playing in the grass, or laying down basking in the sun’s warmth.

On the outskirts of Crete just a little past its borders. Stood a vast enchanted forest, the forest of Gainatie. A scared forest, one that was created and protected by the great Gaia. No one entered the forest without the goddess’s permission. Whether they be mortal, monster, or even immortal god.

None were allowed.

Heck not even the mighty, Zeus was allowed in. Which was a blessing to many of the inhabitants, mainly the nymphs.

The forest was inhabited by many mythical and non-mythical animals, living in harmony and balance. From lions to rabbits, along with unicorns, griffins, bears, deer, and the occasional dragon. The forest was peaceful, and it was peace that this very forest protected.

***

“Lady Sophie!”

A familiar voice shouted out through the villa. The voice seemed tired and frantic, as the owner searched for their charge.

This woman was a nymph named Galidae, who had tanned skin and short green hair that ended at her shoulders. She wore a simple long ankle length dark green chiton dress that almost looked black. Her feet were bare, and she had small vines wrapping around her legs and arms. To where it almost looked like jewelry pieces than just plain vines.

Galidae rushed through the halls and on her way passed her sister nymphs who were all laughing and chatting in merriness. The opposite of Galidae’s current mood.

Soon, she approached two of her sisters, who were gossiping about the latest news that was surging through Olympus. Something about Zeus almost getting into a clash with one of his sons or something, she really didn’t care. All she cared about was finding her charge.

“Sisters! I seek your aid.”

The two nymphs ceased their conversation to direct their attention to their sister. “Calisto! Aurelia! Have you seen Lady Sophie?”

Both nymphs looked at each other and shook their heads negatively.

“I am sorry sister, I haven’t seen her all morning,” replied Aurelia apologetically to her sister.

“I haven’t seen her either,” responded Calisto. Galidae’s face fell, and she felt disheartened for losing her charge. It was her who personally volunteered to care for the young lady, and she lost her again. How was she supposed to be the lady’s personal caretaker if the girl kept disappearing like a thief in the night. You would think that after years of this she would be used to the habit by now, guess not.

“Have you checked the lake?” Aurelia asked, causing Galidae’s expression to change. “I mean she always goes there for some quiet time and to be with the animals. So, I just thought that you should check there, hopefully you’ll have better luck.”

Galidae’s face shifted from exasperated to hopeful as she considered her sister’s words. “Thank you, sister, I shall hurry there.”

As Galidae spirited off towards the lake, she could barely hear the calls of farewell and good luck from her sisters.

***

Sophie walked the shore bank of Helia Lake, basking in the peace and tranquility of her favorite spot.

As she walked the familiar path, animals, big and small, watched her from a distance.

Unlike the other gods, Sophie wasn’t your typical goddess. She was the goddess of peace and serenity along with some other things that connected to her domain. A strong and welcoming presence, that was as warm as the sun on a beautiful day. As well as cooling as the waters in a lake or Ocean. She was the calm after the storm and the one to bring tranquility to even the most troubled minds and hearts.

Sophie smiled as she held her arms outstretched and closed her eyes. 

Sophie’s palms radiated a pale blue glow, the essence of her divine powers. As her palms glowed brighter, she mentally searched through land for any sign of conflict, unease, or discontentment. She did indeed find a few problems in the mortal realm, from petty arguments to eventual fist fights. Marital spats and disputes, along with some kingdoms on the cusp of starting a war due to high political tensions. Sophie used her divine powers to sway everyone into a gentler and calmer approach to their problems rather than resort to plain violence.

The arguments turned into apologies and more thought-out conversations.

Raised fist quickly fell away, ceasing any brawls that were soon to occur.  

Even kingdoms that were on the brink of war or had raging political disputes. Ended their strife and conflicts. Solving their problems with peace meetings or round about ways to their situations.

She was the one that’s influence helped to end or prevent wars. She was there when someone needed a peaceful night’s rest. She was the calming rain that washed away the fires of hate, to give way to gentler days.   

She was peace.   

When all the problems Sophie had felt were solved, she smiled and dropped her hands gently, their glow receding.

As the goddess of peace, it was Sophie’s job to make sure the world was balanced, and that conflict was resolved when there was no need for unnecessary strife. She of course, loved her duty. Finding joy and fulfillment in her born given task. However, there was a drawback to this duty and being the goddess of peace.

She didn’t even exist.

Well, to the rest of the world she didn’t anyway.

When Sophie was born, she was created during a time when Greece was at its most peaceful. She was born exactly while Aphrodite was. But unlike the goddess of love’s giant debut to the world that marked history. Sophie was born in secret.

On the day the goddess of love was born and all Olympus marveled at her coming. Deep in the forest of Gainatie, Sophie was born, but unlike the goddess Aphrodite. Sophie was born with a deformity.

Well… Two in fact.

Sophie and Aphrodite were one in the same, just like how love took on a physical form, so did peace. However, where Aphrodite was born a full-fledged adult goddess. Sophie was born in the body of a 5-year-old girl.

The moment Sophie opened her eyes, she was greeted with darkness; and the moment she opened her mouth to speak she was met with silence. 

Sophie remembered the panic she felt when she couldn’t speak nor see. She could feel, smell, taste, and hear so that was good. But that did nothing to ease her fears. Her heart raced and pounded in her chest and despite being able to hear, the silence deepened her troubles. Not knowing what to do, and not knowing where she was, Sophie started to cry. She curled up into a ball hugging her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. She didn’t know how long she was sitting there on the ground, but soon she heard movement. Not just to her right or her left, but all around her.

She didn’t know who or what was approaching, but whatever it was didn’t feel threatening. They felt friendly in a way that she couldn’t describe. Soon, she felt a breeze of hot air blow in her face, that was soon followed by a huff. She recalled reaching her hand out to feel soft fur under her new small fingertips. She didn’t know why but she felt a sense of tranquility, for the first few moments of her life. The more Sophie kept touching and petting the mysterious creature, the more comfortable the young goddess felt about her new surroundings.

Soon, she heard a lot of things.

Birds chirping.

A lion roaring.

The whiny of a unicorn.

Along with so much more, and for the first time Sophie experienced peace. Which had caused her powers to unexpectedly spread through the land.

Everything was suddenly touched by a strong wave of peace so many didn’t even realize the power surge. Not even the Olympians, who were still enraptured by the powerful presence Aphrodite felt it. However, one deity did and that was Gaia, the primordial goddess of the earth. Who was surprised at the sight of the small godling, stroking a chimera like it was a giant cat.

For the rest of the day Sophie got to know the goddess, and the elder goddess even taught the young girl how to speak with others by using her mind. After the goddess learned that the girl was not only blind but mute as well.

Gaia even gave the girl a name, once it was revealed that the godling didn’t have one.

The primordial goddess gave her the name ‘Sophie,’ a name meaning wisdom. A name that the young girl immediately adored.

When the day slipped much more away, and the sun was dipping below the horizon. Gaia offered to take the girl in and mentor her in the ways of her powers and the world. Sophie agreed and Gaia whisked her away to the hidden realm. Protecting and raising her there until she reached the age of thirty-five. When Sophie decided that she wanted to live outside of the hidden realm and amongst the wonderfulness that earth had to offer.

Gaia, seeing the desperation in Sophie’s clouded eyes, agreed with letting the young goddess live outside of the hidden realm. However, she could only live in the mortal realm only on a few conditions. 

She had to have attendants take care of her wellbeing.

She had to be always protected.

She had to live in the forest of Gainatie.

She could never leave the forest.

She could never expose herself or let anyone outside of the forest know of her existence. Especially, the gods of Olympus. Most importantly Zeus.

Once Gaia’s conditions were set then and only then did she let Sophie stay in the mortal world. The primordial goddess even created a beautiful villa for Sophie to call home. Even assigning multiple nymphs to care for the villa and Sophie.

At first Sophie didn’t really care to pay attention or really process the terms of the conditions until she started to live in the forest. Looking back, she wished she did. For then she would have understood early on what Gaia meant about the conditions.

The short version of the story. She had to remain hidden.

When Sophie realized this months later, she was a little bummed out in the beginning, but she didn’t let it phase her. For a while she looked at the positive, she was feeling the grass under her toes. She felt the warm sun on her skin. She also made friends here in the forest amongst the animals. Even had some friendly conversions with the nymphs at times. Plus, she also got to spread her powers of peace way better in the realm outside of the hidden one. Touching not only the hearts and minds of the animals and mortals, but the gods. She loved it here and wouldn’t change a single thing.

That was until reality started to catch up with her and the bliss she had started to diminish.  

She didn’t know when it started or what had happened to trigger it, but suddenly the forest felt too isolated. Despite her having friends here, she felt lonely in a way she couldn’t describe. When she thought about it, the forest felt more like the hidden realm just more…freer she guessed and probably more beautiful.

If only she could see it.

Due to her blindness, the goddess never really got to see the world. She wished she could though. She wanted to see the colors and know the faces of her friends. She wanted to see everything.

The sky.

The plants.

The beauty of the world.

Sophie wished she could do a lot of things, however, due to her disabilities and restrictions she knew that it was impossible to do them.

But there was one thing Sophie wanted to do in the whole wide world. Spending a day in a mortal city, even if it was just for a little while. She wondered how it would be, what did mortals

do? How did they operate on a daily basis? Were they nice? Were they mean? Or are they in between?

She also wanted to meet the other gods that her grandmother Gaia, told her stories of. She wanted to meet the other divine beings and get to know them on Olympus.

Sophie paused in her walking around the shore bank to walk over and sit down beside the water. Letting the waves run over her bare feet; Sophie then curled her legs up to herself and wrapped her arms around them. Resting her head on her knees as she began to think.

As the cool waves lapped and tickled her toes. Sophie continued to think about her life thus far and her dreams.

Mainly, the reason why Sophie had to remain hidden was because Gaia told her countless times that the world was a dangerous place for a goddess like her. Many would want to take advantage of her either emotionally or mentally or worse.

In Gaia’s words, “Peace is a coveted thing child. There are those out there who would stop at nothing to achieve it. Even if that means hurting others to get it. Which is why you need to stay here, in this forest safe and sound.”

Sophie sighed deeply as the primordial deity’s words echoed in her mind once more. Even though she understood the risks she would be getting herself into, Sophie still hated it.

She wanted to explore.

Meet new people.

Make friends and maybe. . .

She started to blush when the thought came to her mind, ‘Maybe I can find love.’

When she started to live in the forest, Sophie remembered some of the nymphs telling her about the throws of romance and how enchanting it could be. Of course, when the topic started to get too lewd, they directed the discussion to be friendlier to her ears. Fortunately for her it didn’t seem to matter, the idea had done its damage.

Soon, her mind was set to the idea that she would find her perfect match. Someone that would see her and hear her. Someone that wouldn’t judge her because of her appearance or take advantage of her. Someone who she could see being not only her soulmate but her friend.

Oh, if only she could leave this place and pursue her dreams.

If only.

Sadly though, she would never be able to do those things or meet her goals. Never being able to achieve her dreams, because of what she stood for, and it hurt.

It hurt that she would never get to see the world, though her own eyes. 

It hurt that she would never get to speak, laugh, sing, or even make one simple sound escape her lips for others to hear.

It hurt that she could never leave or meet new faces or even do something so thrilling that she would be thinking about it for weeks.

She would never be able to see or experience these things, ever. Just because of her disabilities and because… Of her restrictions.  

All because she was peace, and peace had to remain hidden and protected.

Well, that was the case until a few days ago, when she had the most interesting encounter with a certain god of war.

Now the goddess knew that if anyone found out about what she had done, and where she had gone. She would have been reprimanded for what she had done, and for exposing herself the way she did. She also had no doubt in her mind what would have happened if her grandmother found out. She would have been sent back to the Hidden Realm on Mount Ida for more than just a century. 

However, thankfully Gaia would never know about this since she decided to keep this under wraps. However, even though not telling kept her safe from that horrible outcome. Not being able to talk to someone about it was infuriating. Especially when her thoughts were plagued by that rampaging god.   

Sophie remembered him, despite not seeing his face. His voice was what she remembered all too well.

It was as deep as a chasm.

Gruff like a lion’s growl.

A voice that was stern, strong, and authoritative unlike anything she had heard before.

But that wasn’t the only thing Sophie remembered about him, for his aura was intense, very intense. It was dark and troubled, as if there were an endless storm that was raging inside of him. Sophie had never once felt so much turmoil in a person. To be fair she had never even met anyone else outside of the inhabitants of the forest that she called home.

Yet, she had snuck herself onto Mount Olympus, without any of the other immortal gods knowledge of her presence.

Until she met him.

She didn’t get his name, but she knew his domain because she’s felt it all the time. For it is the opposite to her peace and is recognizable in any form.  

War.   

Sophie hugged herself a bit tighter. She wasn’t afraid of war, she was never afraid of it, it just left a bad taste in her mouth, a slight discomfort if you will. Like the time she ate meat for the first time. The fact that she was eating a once living organism immediately turned the goddess into a vegetarian at a young age.

However, she understood the purpose of eating meat, it helped with nutrition, and it helped her have a balanced diet.

War was like that for Sophie. Since she was the goddess of peace, she viewed war in a different light than many would.

To her war balanced out peace, just as much as peace balanced out war.

In hindsight, without peace war would still happen and rage. Everything would be destroyed in its path. Without peace, no one would know when the dust should settle or when it was time to lower their weapons and be once again vulnerable. Without peace, without her. The fires of strife and conflict would never be put out to make way for something new.

For life to continue.

However, the same could be said about peace with war. Even though peace was something that should always be maintained and constantly strived for. She understood the importance of conflicts and strife. For without it the world could never be balanced, plus in war majority of the time many fought for peace and without fighting for peace how can peace be maintained. Yes, there are times when the whole, ‘Fighting for peace’ thing, went too overboard and things escalated even more but still.  

Peace was always something cherished. Without conflict, peace wouldn’t be protected.

Also, without strife and conflict peace would get boring fast. Even though it seemed like a bad thing to say, Sophie surprisingly appreciated the entertainment strife can sometimes bring.

The petty fights that were argued over the stupidest things.

The drama that unfolded, when she would overhear some of the nymphs, gossip about what recently happened on Olympus.

Even the classic drunken fights that she would sense and listen in on.

These things made her days a little bit more interesting, and they helped her do her job as the goddess of peace. However, she still disliked extreme and sometimes unnecessary violence.

Fights to where the fighters ended up bloody to the ground or almost dead.

Then of course there were the fights in the home, in families. She hated the times she had to listen to the abuse that entered familial households, and it always broke her heart. Of course, she always tried to help the mortals with their suffering, but even she felt as if she wasn’t doing enough. She felt as though she couldn’t help in the way she could, and it hurt her heart every time. 

Fortunately for Sophie she was able to help someone, even if the first person that she helped outside of the forest was a raging god of war. She still felt accomplished, so much so that it continued to leave a smile on her face.

However, she did wonder though, what in all of Gaia caused for the God of war to become so angry?

Of course, Sophie did understand that war always rages over many things. From something as small as a petty insult. To something as big as the desolation of a city, but Sophie wondered what could have caused him to rage so much to where he was even blinded by the intenseness of it.

Sophie remembered the overwhelming feelings she felt when she encountered him. She did try to just hide in the shadows and use her powers to calm him from a distance, but his rage was too strong. That she had no choice but to directly use her powers to help calm him.

At first, she was afraid but what was she supposed to do? At that moment, when she heard the desperate cries of the birds and the booming noises of falling and shattering trees. That was when Sophie decided it was time to interfere. For she wasn’t going to let him harm others as well as himself, so she had to step in. She not only needed to stop him but to help him.

Peace was needed to help war.

So, she did, and she was thrilled about it, but it left her nervous at the same time. Sophie did not expect him to talk to her and she knew she shouldn’t have lingered in the garden the way she did. She knew she should have left the moment she did her job, and that would be that but no, she just had to talk to him.

Thus, in doing so now someone outside of her grandmother and the inhabitants of the forest knew of her existence.

‘This is bad’, she said to herself. ‘If anyone found out, if he speaks about me to anyone, I will be…’

“Remember child, no one can know of you,” the voice of Gaia echoed in her mind. “No living soul must know, neither God nor man, especially Zeus. For once he or any of the immortals find out about you, you will be fought over as if you are a prize. Your presence will stir the pantheon, unless you find a balance within. But that remains to be seen. For now, it is best to do as I say and stay here. Where this forest and I can protect you, precious one.”  

Sophie hugged her knees tighter as the words finished echoing in her mind.

Maybe… Gaia was right. If this encounter was anything like what her grandmother talked about, then she should just stay in the forest. She had every reason to, for she had heard the stories of the Olympians and especially those of Zeus. Both good and bad, to teach her about the outside world and to warn her that the gods were beings that one couldn’t fully trust, Zeus being the main one in the topic. So, it made sense for her to never go back outside, especially to Olympus.  

However, even though this was the case there was a reason she couldn’t just stay away. That reason being the god that she encountered. 

He had so much turmoil within him, and even when she had calmed him the feeling lingered. He was suffering internally from something she couldn’t understand, and she wanted to help. She wanted to understand and offer him some relatability because she had felt the same feelings before. The feelings that were bubbling under the surface, not as obvious but it was there.

The feeling of being trapped.

Sophie knew that feeling well, and she knew that no matter how much freedom one appears to have on the outside. Something is always keeping you chained on the inside, where the shadows of the mind and soul sing a whispered song of deception. Meanwhile, your heart longs to be free. Broken away from the chains that bind and wanting nothing more to step into the warm and bright light of day.

Freedom.

Not many knew the word or experienced it.

Not even her.

However, that didn’t mean he could never experience it or fully embrace it. For in her mind to have true freedom. One must first experience peace.

Sophie then sat up straight coming out of her fettle position. A determined look started to set in her clouded eyes, she thought of an idea. An idea, that would cause her to do the stupidest thing in her immortal life.

“I am going to help the God of war know peace,” she had said out loud in her head. “Can’t be that hard right?” She then rubbed her head sheepishly, but soon a soft and kindhearted look entered her misted eyes. “Maybe, after the experience I could…Gain a friend. A true friend.”

The idea of gaining a real friend caused Sophie to smile. Even though, the forest was home to many creatures along with her and the nymphs. The animals weren’t really people, so they didn’t count. Plus, they were there to live peacefully in the forest’s protection, while other beasts and creatures were given the task of being the forest’s protectors.

The nymphs also weren’t really her friends… well they were, but they felt more like caretakers than actual friends. That being the work of her grandmother, Gaia, assigning them to her and to keep the villa in top shape as well as looking after her. Most of the nymphs just lounged about. Playing. Gossiping. Or even taking trips to Olympus and back again to visit some of their sisters. These nymphs never took their job seriously, which after a while Sophie was grateful for since it meant she could sneak away often. Unfortunately, for her though some of the nymphs handled their tasks with the upmost care and never faltered in their given jobs. Which sometimes made wandering off a bit harder.   

The worst one being…

“Lady Sophie!”

… That one. 

The blind goddess sighed her moment of peace and quiet gone. Maybe she should start planning that trip back to Olympus soon.

“Lady Sophie, where are you?!” Galidae’s voice grew louder with each step she took towards her location.  

Yes, she will go and visit Olympus again and speak to the god of war. After she finds a way to ditch her baby-sitter.    

***********************************************************************

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 3 - Starfire1657 - Blood of Zeus (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 3. Peace in the Shadows - Wattpad

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 2. War and Thunder

Sometimes I tend to confuse war with thunder. Both are loud and deafening to the ears, especially to mine. When war drums beat their rhythm of strife. Soldiers screaming in pure rage and determination as they charge head long into battle.

I feel as if I can hear thunder instead of men. One powerful voice instead of several thousand. Causing my ears to ring from the sound.  

Whenever there is thunder, you can always expect lightning. Unexpected. Quick. Always sure. Its strikes become more deadly the more power that is put behind them.

Whereas, wherever there is war. Bloodshed will soon follow.

I just hope one day, I won’t be there when the two finally clash. Please, let fate be so kind.

~ * ~

All of Olympus found out the next day. Thanks to the word being spread by a few angry and nosey nymphs.

It was in the late afternoon when Ares was then called upon to stand before his father the almighty Zeus himself and was heavily chastised for his outburst.

“The gardens are a place of peace and serenity!” His father had fumed as he paced back and forth in one of the many throne rooms on Olympus. "But yet you turned them into a warzone!"

“Not only did you uproot multiple trees and other pieces of vegetation.” Thunder clouds started to gather in the skies. “But you also destroyed them! Do you know how much work, was put into those gardens?” The sky was completely dark now, sun obscured. Sky now an ominous grey.

Ares stood back straight but head slightly bowed. He absolutely hated this, being scolded like he was a child once more. His father once again looked at him with utter disdain for his actions. Once again, stating how his anger has caused more harm than good.

“You better be lucky, my son.”

The way his father called him ‘Son’, made his jaw and fists clench in barely repressed rage. It was a term that didn’t peg him with love of a father to his son. To him it felt more like a punch to the gut than anything else.

“If Demeter, wasn’t so busy searching for her missing daughter. Then she would be here, ready to turn you into life-sized weed.” Ares’s knuckles were turning white, and he started to grind his teeth. He hated this, and he hated how he was once again reminded of his greatest humiliation. Which was his battle with the goddess of Spring and Lord of the Underworld.

Honestly, he thought about rating out Hades and Persephone. Putting his own spin on the story and making it seem like he was the one to be the victim. However, such words would probably work on his mother not his father, the almighty Zeus. Who would rather admit to the heavens that he would rather toss him into the pits of Tartarus than treat him like a son. His son.  

Zeus released a heavy sigh, bringing his left hand to his face and using his thumb and index fingers to massage his temples.

“What am I going to do with you, Ares?” He asked rhetorically, “Athena would never act like this. None of your siblings would’ve acted in this manner.”

That did the trick.

Ares who had been silent this entire time, couldn’t take anymore. He was about to explode.

“Of course that is always the case, isn't it?” Ares’s gruff voice resonated throughout the throne room. His voice bouncing off the columns and the thrones, both low and dangerous. “I Ares, the embodiment of war and your legitimate son is your biggest disappointment. Meanwhile, your bastards are your pride and joy.”

Zeus glared at his son anger clear in his electric blue orbs. “What did you say?” His tone lowering to a deep baritone. Hinting at the danger that was soon to come, but Ares did not care.

“You heard me,” Ares glared back. “Father.”

Ares spit the word venomously, just like Zeus done with him. He could care less. His anger would make him care less.

It was always this way.

Zeus the mighty king of the gods, known for his raw power and might as well as his infidelities. He, the king who was once respected and revered. Who is now and forever seen as an everlasting joke amongst the divine.

Ever since his father became king, he has been nothing but disloyal to his wife Hera, Ares’s mother. The queen of the Olympians, and for centuries has filled the pantheon and earth with his bastards.

Apollo.

Artemis.

Herakles.

Dionysus.

Hermes.

All of them, and yet it is them who gets their father’s love and devotion. While he, Zeus’s legitimate son. His first son. Is treated like a total outcast because of his violent nature. He cannot help that he is the god of war. He was just born with the burden. So, why should he be the one getting harsher treatment for it? 

It was unfair.

The thunder clouds outside grew darker and more dangerous. As lightning and thunder rumbled, dark and ominous. The sky reflects his father’s growing anger.   

Lightning crackled in Zeus’s eyes. His electric blue orbs glowing with his divine aura. Promising punishment if Ares didn’t back down.

Ares on the other hand, glared at his father with equal amounts of intensity. His eyes change from a cool ruby red to a fiery scarlet. Face twisting into a heavy scowl.

The air crackled with divine energy, and it was felt throughout Olympus. The gods and goddesses halted their movements gazes worried and curious or for some exasperated. Heads turning up towards either the sky, or the temple where the grand throne room was located. Nymphs hid slightly behind trees, (The ones that weren’t turned into splinters), fearing that lightning would hit them. Naiads hid in the waters, finding safety under the cool ripples than up above. Satyrs paused their songs and their tasks to cower in fear of the might of the two gods’ energy. Being submissive even though they were not directly in their presence.  

Olympus was tense, everyone was either afraid or curious at the outcome of how this standoff between the two gods will go.

Meanwhile, back in the throne room, time felt as if it were standing still. The tensions continued to rise as Zeus and Ares glared at one another.

God vs. God.

Father vs. Son.

War vs. Thunder.

Finally, it was Zeus who had decided to break the silence between them. His voice being laced with dark edge to it, just like the ever-darkening clouds in the sky.

“You seem to be very passionate about your beliefs,” he said glaring down at Ares with a look of contempt. “Care to enlighten me on them?”

Ares wasn’t stupid, he knew that his father was baiting him. Waiting for him to say something that will cause him to inflict the worse punishment known to man. Or rather God. But he didn’t care he wanted to get his point across. He wanted his father to see his faulty ways. How he and his favoritism amongst his children is affecting him. No matter what Ares did, whether it was in the name of his father or not, it wasn’t enough.

Ares’s eyes then dropped to the floor.   

It was never enough.  

“It is never enough,” he remarked. “It is always never enough for you.” Ares’s glowing ruby eyes shot up to meet his father’s eyes.

“I have always been the most dutiful to you, and yet no matter what I do it will never seem to satisfy you. How long must I endure, father, until you can finally see me as your son and not some burden on your name? Tell me, almighty Zeus.”

Zeus remained silent, eyes ceasing their glow, but his face held an impassive look.  

“TELL ME!”

“Are you done?”

Ares blinked up at his father bewildered. Did his father just dismiss him? This should not have come as a surprise, but it did, and it still hurt even more.

Zeus just sighed and placed a hand on his forehead before rubbing it down his face. Tired of all this nonsense and he wanted it to end.

“I hear your. . . troubles, my son.”

Troubles?

Is that what his father thinks his feelings are? Just troubles?!

“However, that does not mean you need to throw a tantrum and destroy whatever is in your path. You are not a child.”

Hearing this Ares felt his anger flare up once more, but before he could say anymore Zeus held up a hand to silence him.

“I will not hear any more of your whining, Ares,” Zeus had a look of finality on his face. “As I have stated more than once, your anger has gotten the better of you and has indeed once again caused major amounts of damage.”

Zeus closed his eyes, took a long slow inhale and released it the dark clouds in the sky parting away, “At the moment I am currently having to deal with Demeter’s situation with Persephone, but once that is over, I will fully decide your punishment.” He had said, now looking at his son, eyes narrowed into silts.

“For now, leave me be, I must be alone,” Zeus then turned around as the doors to the throne room opened signaling further Ares’s dismissal.

The god of war stared at the back of his father, eyes holding a sense of bewilderment before they narrowed in rage. Fists clenched and teeth grinding together so hard that anyone might think his jaw would break. Ares turned on his heels and stormed out of the throne room, his rage clinging to him even as he once again stormed through the divine halls of Olympus.

Ares seethed, his father didn’t listen to him, didn’t even try to hear his side of the story or even want happened.

No!

All Zeus really did was to just remind Ares of his screw ups, compare him to his highly favored siblings, his bastard siblings. All because they are not him, they weren’t uncontrolled, easy to temper, or thirsting for even an ounce of bloodshed.

Why? Just why can he not be compared to his half-siblings, especially the golden child Athena, for at least a day.

Why can’t his father for once be proud of him and not despise him for his nature?

Soon Ares found himself back in the destroyed gardens, his mind swimming with thoughts as he gazed around at the destruction. At the upturned and crushed trees, the uprooted flowers, and flatted bushes. Ares felt a strange heaviness set in his heart.

“Why can I not be seen, how I want to be seen?” He asked aloud to himself, anger slowly giving way to sorrow.

Ares turned his gaze to the setting sun, the sight bringing a sense of peace to those who gazed upon it. A feeling that was foreign to Ares, for he is the god of war his days are always filled with conflict, strife, and bloodshed. He never in his life felt a sense of peace wash over him, easing his warring mind and spirit.  

Well. . . until the day before.

As quickly as he thought it, his mind was overcome with the memory of her. The mysterious goddess who came from nowhere and eased his troubles with just a simple touch. At first, Ares was furious that someone had the audacity to place their hands on him. Especially, some goddess he didn’t even know, but after the encounter in the gardens the god’s mind was plagued heavily with thoughts on the goddess.

Her long white hair.

Her soft features.

Her plump and puckered lips.

However, what he really remembered was her eyes. Those clouded but captivating eyes, that seemed to look into his very soul. Eyes that looked past him and deeper into places that even he felt he could not reach. It was through her that he was touched by peace for the first time, and he didn’t hate it at first, he tried to but quickly he realized how much he enjoyed it.

Desired it even.

“I hope you find your peace.” He remembered what she said to him, but how was he supposed to find his peace when there was nothing to bring him such a feeling. Nothing to cleanse or ease his mind from the problems he faced internally and externally day in and day out.

Sighing heavily, Ares turned on his heels and made his way to the arena where he could appropriately let off some steam. 

Knowing that, that was the closest thing he could have towards his own set of peace.  For he doubted he will ever find ‘His peace’, for that was just a dream and an impossibility for someone like him.

As he walked his mind began to wander and it landed back on the mysterious goddess. Her image continuing to burn in his subconscious, like a fire unwilling to die out. She was beautiful and she intrigued him. Ares wondered why he had never seen her before on Olympus, because he was sure he would never miss a goddess such as her.

The more he thought about her and the mysterious air she held. The more Ares decided to investigate further.

When he finally entered the arena, he summoned his war hammer and began hitting every training automation made by his brother Hephaestus. As he landed each strike with powerful and brute force behind them, his determination began to grow.

He vowed to learn more, not only about this goddess but more about how to discover his own sense of peace.

So, with one mighty throw the automation was shattered into pieces, leaving nothing but pieces of metal and bolts on the arena floor.  

************************************************************************

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 2 - Starfire1657 - Blood of Zeus (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 2. War and Thunder - Wattpad

[starfire1657]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 1. Calming the Rage

They say to never gaze directly into the light of the sun, for there is a chance you can go blind. But how am I to know to not look into the light. When I have seen nothing but vast darkness since day one.

As I listen, I can hear the birds chirping sweet melodies on the wind. Voices carrying hope and happiness. “Sing! Sing with us!” They would seem to say. But how can I, when my voice won’t even bring out a simple, “Hello,” upon this blessed day. 

~ * ~

Ares was in a rage.

The god of war returned to Olympus. Pride wounded, and ego badly bruised. His sleek black armor scratched and slightly dented. His black cape torn in a few places and black hair a bit askew.

The son of the mighty king and queen of the gods stormed through the divine realm. His anger immanent and dangerous. Warning anyone who dared to come closer. As he continued his path through the streets of Olympus everyone had to quickly move out of the way to avoid being on the receiving end of his anger.

However, Ares wasn’t worried about that. He cared mostly about the events that happened earlier that very day.

He remembered how he tried once again to court Persephone. Bringing her a beautifully, crafted breastplate made of chromium steel and the leather that came from one of the finest of Zeus’s heifers. But when he asked her to try it on, she dared to attack him. He retaliated forced to defend himself, before his uncle Hades entered the fray and shamed him as the god of war. Beating him badly and causing him to flee. Making him run like a whipped dog with its tail between its legs. And to add more salt to his small but stinging wounds. He had found out that the goddess of spring’s affections was aimed towards the damned lord of the underworld. 

Ares felt his jaw clench and his fists tightened at the sides as he pressed on. In his rage, he found himself in the gardens of Olympus. The serene and beautiful atmosphere countered his current mood.

The flowers which were in full bloom. Mocked him with their appending beauty and vibrant colors. Green stems swaying in the gentle breeze in a delicate dance, only furthering his irritation. Their wonderful fragrance tickling his nose causing it to twitch, his face curling into a sneer. The more he looked around at the beauty of the open space, from the trees to the shrubbery and once again to the flowers. The war god’s fury grew even more, for all it just reminded him of was his battle with Hades and Persephone. 

In that garden surrounded by bright endless vegetation. Ares’s mind couldn’t help but be triggered by the humiliating memories.

He remembered being wrapped in vines and restrained of complete and total movement. How a giant tree’s trunk was launched at his head. And how he was kicked down to earth by his uncle into a bed of soft and cheerful peonies and marigolds. However, the flower bed did absolutely nothing to soften his descent. And he remembered how once he went to attack his uncle again; he was stopped by another throng of vines wrapping around him again. Releasing himself, he reluctantly was forced to withdraw and jump into his chariot and fly back to Olympus.

Defeated.

Shamed.

Humiliated.

The more he stared at the flowers the more irritated he became. Surrounded by all this peace and tranquility. He hated it all. From the shade of the trees and their rustling leaves. The roundness of the bushes. The soft green and nicely trimmed blades of grass. And of course, those darn flowers.

The more he stared at those flowers, the more his mind played with his thoughts. As he thought more and more about his defeat. The vines. Hades. Persephone. The flowers.

Flowers. . .

His face started to twist.

Flowers. . .

Anger boiling quickly over the surface.  

Flowers. . .

Eyes glowing red.

Flowers. . .

He just couldn’t take it anymore for he felt like he would break.

Flowers. . .

Until. . . He did.

FLOWERS!

Something in Ares finally snapped. For all he could see now was crimson red. Deep rage consuming him and making him almost blind by it.  

Summoning his war hammer out of thin air. He ruthlessly pounded into the bed of taunting flowers. Eyes burning with fierce rage as he uprooted the delicate plants. But he didn’t just stop there he threw his hammer into trees. Toppling them over as if he was furious twister. At this point he felt like it. Nothing was safe from his rage. Trees. Bushes. Birds. Flowers. You could name them all, and all were being destroyed. As Ares continued his blind assault on the garden.

While Ares raged on, he did not notice the approaching figure, mind too consumed by his anger. Until he turned around and felt soft, warm, and delicate hands on both sides of his face.

Ares, even in his wrathful state, was stunned by this sudden touch. He almost fell back into a rage, but surprisingly he felt his anger slipping rapidly from his body. His shoulders slumped slightly. His heavy breathing decreased, falling into a slow steady rhythm. The tight grip he had on his war hammer loosened. And the burning red glow of his eyes dimmed away completely revealing once again a dark blood red. He was calm and he didn’t know why.

He blinked once.

Then twice.

Then finally thrice.

Before letting his ruby gaze focus on the figure in front of him.

Standing before him was a goddess, one who he had never remembered seeing previously. But her divine aura beautifully gave her away.

As the rage continued to lift away from him. Ares’s sight could start to clearly see a little more around him. Until finally, the fog was gone, and his anger was finally gone. And that was when Ares finally saw the aftermath of his rage.

The gardens were a complete mess. Everything in complete disarray. Trees were uprooted and overturned. Flowers smashed, violently plucked, and tossed around. Their petals falling from their centers. Birds were chirping but it wasn’t in their usual harmonious tunes. More like they were chirping in sorrow for the homes that they lost.

For some strange reason Ares felt a strong sense of guilt. A feeling he never really cared about or barely felt. But now. . .

Then he felt the hands on his face gently fall away. The lack of warmth that was just there drew his attention to the goddess once again. And his breath caught in his throat.

The goddess that stood before him was in one word. . . Stunning.  

Her skin was as white as marble. Long wavy white hair, that looked as soft as a cloud, framed her soft face and fell a little past her waist. Sweet, alluring curves that could easily rival Aphrodite’s was covered by a simple thin strapped ankle length white dress with small golden accents. Her face had soft features, which made her even more beautiful. Puckered lips parted just a tad. A cute, button nose with a rainbow of freckles darting on the bridge of it. Lastly, there was her eyes. . . Which were clouded.

Ares’s own eyes widened as his ruby met the eyes of the unknown goddess. 

Her eyes were a gorgeous lilac and would have shined brightly in the light of the sun. But they were heavily misted over, and all the god of war’s eyes stared into was a void of pure white.

The goddess was blind.

As Ares continued to just shamelessly stare at the goddess before him. The said goddess slowly moved around him and towards the destroyed flower bed. The god's eyes never once leaving her form. Kneeling she placed her hands on the ground feeling around the area. Until her hand ran across a battered marigold. Gently picking it up. The goddess held it close to her chest hair falling in front of her face. The feeling of sadness washing over her.

Ares watched the scene his heart strangely twisting in a way he never experienced before. Swallowing he tried to open his mouth to say something, anything to break the silence.

However, before he could even try. The mystery goddess placed the flower back on the ground, stood up slowly and turned around to face him. Not looking directly into his eyes but still had the intention of addressing him. Ares’s eyes narrowed, ruby gaze burning into the goddess’s form.

As she approached him, he finally uttered his first words to her. “What is your name?” His voice was gruff and commanding. The goddess blinked at him before looking at him closely. Leaning in closer to him until they were almost inches apart.

Ares took a small step back as his gaze locked on the goddess. “What in the hell are you doing? Don’t you know who I am?”

The goddess stopped, but she raised her hand and gently placed her soft fingers on his mouth. Her index and middle fingers softly tracing a gentle line across his bottom lip. Ares was shocked and soon he felt his anger come back. Eyes blazing once again, he gripped the goddess’s wrist and pulled it away from himself. Still, holding the wrist he glared down at her and his eyes met her clouded ones once more.

“I asked you a question, several in fact and you not only dare to ignore them.” He paused ruby eyes starting to glow crimson. “But you have the audacity, to touch me. Which, I must give you points for your bravery.” He then flicked her wrist harshly away. Eyes still boring into her. “I shall not ask again. Who. Are. You?”

The goddess just tilted her head and smiled before side stepping him and walking around him. Heading in the direction to leave the destroyed gardens. Ares’s teeth grinded once again and his fists clenched. Whirling around, Ares was about to give this goddess a piece of his mind. But he stopped as she tilted her head back to him, clouded eyes shining as the sun hit her just right. Causing her to look more ethereal, than she already was. Then suddenly Ares heard a voice in his head. A sweet, soft, dreamy, and melodic voice that strangely made his heart flutter, eyes ceasing their glow, and his words once again die in his throat. His beginning anger dissipating.

“You asked to know who I am. I am not merely but a friend. A small whisper on the wind and peace that comes after the conflicts of war.”

She smiled at him, “I hope you find your peace. Oh, great god of war.”

Then without another word she was gone.

As if she were not but a small whisper on the wind.  

**************************************************************************************************************************************************************** 

The Mysterious Goddess - 

************************************************************************

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 1 - Starfire1657 - Blood of Zeus (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

Blind Love and Silent Hearts - Chapter 1. Calming the Rage - Wattpad