Chapter 1
In a far, far away village named Apollonia there lived a family who was blessed with anything you could ever imagine, but never had a child. Until one fateful day as the mother, Stormi sat down trying to consume her misery.
“All this time I know what it took me to live with all the pain and all the shame from both men and women of my tribe as I never had a child even as a goddess. I have been shamed for a long time, my sisters thought I was cursed and my husband suffered a lot since as a god if you don’t have a child to pass your legacy you are a mockery,” she thinks to herself.
She recalled when she did a favour for the goddess of purity. Immediately, she went to the high heavens in search of the goddess of purity, and when she found the goddess of purity, she asked the goddess if she could help her have a child.the goddess of purity said,
“Why did you come to me with such a request? For, I’m not the goddess of procreation”.
As Stormi was going out of the high heavens, she went off to find the goddess of procreation which was easy because everyone in the magical realm knew that the goddess lived on top of the tallest mountain. She left for the mountain, which didn’t take her long to get to. Just a snap of her finger and she was at the grand palace of the goddess of procreation, fear crept around her but she quickly remembered why she had come here and summoned her courage.
As Stormi entered the palace, she saw the goddess seated on her throne, made of golden engravings. As she made her way to the throne room, the goddess welcomed her with a small smile as if she expected her. Stormi wasn’t surprised because the goddess of purity and procreation are siblings.
Before Stormi could say anything, the goddess said “Welcome Stormi, your request for a child has already been granted the time was not yet right. Just be patient because the child you are carrying in your womb is one of the three children to be born in centuries, they will be obstacles in their path but they will find a way’’.
So many emotions flooded Stormi’s mind as she thought about the upcoming danger to her innocent, unborn child. As she thanked the goddess for her help, she quickly departed to tell my husband the good news.
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9 months later.
Today is a very important day, today we celebrate the Isthmian Celebration that happens once a century….
RUN!!RUN!!RUN!!!
“The people of Ambrosia are attacking, we have to take cover,” said Stormi‘s husband as he and a few of the warriors gathered around to cast a sealing spell. The spell was to hold off the attackers for a while so that the innocent would be able to take cover, but before Stormi knew it, unfortunately for her, her water broke.
“Ahh! Ahh!! Ahh!!!” She screamed as the pain started to become unbearable, some people around noticed on time and rushed her quickly to the labour room. They brought a midwife and her assistant to help deliver the baby as the war continued outside.
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“This war is going to be bloody”, said Atticus, Stormi’s husband who was always in charge of wars. The only problem is that the innocent citizens who know nothing about it will suffer more.
“General”, called one of the soldiers.
“Yes” responded Atticus.
“Your wife is in labour and has been taken to the labour room now as we speak,” said the soldier.
“I will fight until the last drop of my blood. Take this,” he cuts out a necklace that was tied on his neck ,“Tell her to wear our child this and the gods be with her and the child on this holy day” he continues.
“Yes general,” said the soldier as ran back to deliver the message
WAH! WAH!! WAH!!!
“Congratulations!!, it is a baby girl,” said the midwife.
Joy and happiness filled Stormi as she carried her precious daughter right in her hands, Stormi looked at her ever-green eyes that bored through her soul. Snapping out of the trance, she could feel the pain, her husband was out there fighting, suddenly she felt a sharp pain through her back. Her husband was severely injured, she could sense it and didn’t know what to do. Then a soldier ran inside the labour room with a necklace that she would recognise anywhere
“No!!” Stormi screamed , already imagining the worst scenario.
She couldn’t utter a word.
“No my queen, he said I should deliver this to you for the child. Also, congratulations my queen,” Bernard told Stormi
“Thank you Bernard,” Stormi smiled.
“Okay, give it to me,” Stormi ordered. He nodded and left, going back to the ongoing war.
Immediately he left, I told the midwife to give me my baby and instantly, I tied the necklace around her neck. It glowed bright purple as soon as it touched her. Deep down, I knew she was the chosen one and there were chances that she might never come back to me. The thought that she hasn’t even grown up filled my eyes with tears but I refuse to shed tears over this, all she could think of was what the goddess told her.
“For the child you will carry in your womb will be one of the three children to be born in centuries; there will be obstacles in their path but they will find a way’’.
I have to protect my child. I ran through the hut not completely patched up after the delivery. I ran with all my might dashing and dodging through trees and branches as a few soldiers who had noticed the ancient Greek mark that started from her back leading all the way to her right hand different kinds of Mycenaeans.
"Run! Run!! Run!!!" She told herself, as she dodged through bushes, and with the help of her spirit healing her, she managed to run a few more miles as she thought of a place to protect her child. Eventually, she was surrounded
"NO! NO!!" She managed to say between sobs, as she was chained to the dirt floor watching as they snatched her child away from her. As she reached forward, she was stabbed in the back by a mystical knife. She knew it was now or never, with the little amount of power she had left she was able to send her child to the human world.
it was at that moment the perfect name to give her little angel dropped in her mind, Ariana, meaning most holy. As she watched her little angel depart from her and vanished into the clouds like thin air, she could slowly see her body transforming. Soon it turned rigid as her hands grew longer and in that split second she turned into a big oak tree after being stabbed…
