Η Προφητεία του Φοίβου
“When it is all finished,
you will discover it was never random.”
“My Lady Demeter!”
The Goddess of Harvest rolled her honeyed orbs, ignoring completely the person calling out to her. Her sandals were making a clicking sound on the marble floor of Zeus’ palace as she walked through his golden hallways at a fast pace.
She moved through the busy corridor, passing by the rest of the Gods and Goddesses without sparing them more than a criticizing glance. She had stayed long enough in Olympus for the mortals’ stupidity and their lust for war. It was about time she returned back to her fields and her beloved daughter.
Truth be told, she didn’t like the fact that she had left her unsupervised for so long, but she was sure that the nymphs kept an eye on her during her absence.
A firm hand gripped softly her forearm, making her abruptly stop. She turned fuming to face the person who dared touch her, feeling her anger already filling her senses. She was sure that she had made it pretty clear that she appreciated her personal space and wasn’t very fond of people touching her without her permission. So, who dared to go against her morals this time?
The apologetic smile of the God of Light greeted her as Apollo let go of her hand instantly. His blonde strands fell in curls on his forehead, covering slightly his magnetic golden orbs that were pinned on her fuming form.
A golden laurel wreath was above his head and he was armed with a quiver filled with golden arrows and a beautifully crafted bow. Demeter gazed at one of the youngest and more admirable Gods in Olympus in disdain, wanting nothing more than to return back home.
“Excuse my manners, my Lady! But you didn’t answer my calls.”
The God bowed in respect, knowing how Demeter felt about closure but understanding his mistake a bit too late.
“Did it pass your mind that perhaps I wish to not be disturbed, son of Zeus? Sometimes not answering is an answer too.”
She greeted her teeth as she gazed at the young God.
The blonde God gave her a sheepish smile, trying to hide his nervousness before the mighty Goddess of Harvest.
He was one of the few Gods that tried to always show his respect to the rest of his Olympian family and wanted to always be on their good side –the golden boy of Olympus, the rest of the Gods called him. He may be one of the youngest deities and he might still be learning about his powers, but he wasn’t arrogant nor was he impolite.
“My apologies, my Lady! But there is something that I wish to talk to you about...“, he said to her firmly, not letting himself seem weak before her.
Demeter gazed at the young God in confusion. She had kept her contact with the rest of the immortals to the minimum, not fond of the ways of the Olympians. She had only met Apollo a handful of times, not really having anything to say to him rather than the light needed for her crop and new flowers. What could possibly the God of Light want from her?
“I do not have time for small talk, my Lord”, she stated, not wanting to spend more time in Olympus than what was necessary.
“What about a warning from the Fates then?”, he answered back.
The Goddess of Agriculture froze in her spot, her mood changing completely. Her amber eyes widened in shock, not at all expecting this turn of events.
She was well aware that Apollo was blessed by the Fates with the gift of insight and that he would often whisper prophecies in Zeus’ palace. However, she had never received one before. And then, another thought passed through her mind, making her ball her fists in anger and become red from fury.
“If this is some kind of trick, so you can get close to my precious flower...I am going to curse you for the rest of eternity, by the name of Gaia!“, she threatened him, looking him straight in his eyes with a murderous look.
She wasn’t surprised at his actions, but this did not mean she wasn’t furious at his arrogance. Her daughter had grown to be a beautiful young lady –it was quite logical that she had captured the attention of many males.
And no matter how hard Demeter tried to hide her away from the rest of the immortals, the Olympians –and especially the younger Gods, had become curious about her and had often tried to approach her through her mother. Of course, Demeter made a perfect job of keeping her away from them –protected from their lustful needs but this did not mean it didn’t irritate her.
Over her dead body would any Olympian steal her daughter from her –and this was quite sarcastic since she was an immortal.
A chuckle brought her back to reality and away from her angry thoughts. Watching the blonde God laughing in front of her, she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. Did he really have the nerve to mock her and laugh in her face?
“Forgive me, my Lady, but...as beautiful as your daughter is and as much as I desired her in the past, I am not interested in her any longer”, the God bowed his head at her respectfully.
Demeter widened her eyes in surprise but did not speak any longer. Although this is exactly what she wanted –for the Gods to let her daughter be, she couldn’t help but be curious about Apollo’s behavior.
She remembered a period when he would constantly ask her about her beloved Kore and would follow her around Olympus, begging her to let him meet her. What happened in the meantime?
“Something is bothering you, Phoebus. What is it?“, she asked him, catching his attention with the use of his nickname.
The God of Light shook his head at her words, giving her a saddened smile.
“You are not the only one that was hurt by love”, he mumbled at her, not looking her in the eye.
Demeter felt a lump in her throat, regretting being so harsh to the young God. She may not know what he’s been through and to what extent he was hurt, but she could definitely relate to his feelings. She was once a fool in love and she was paying the price even now. But now she had learned her lesson. She wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
“Love is a weakness”, she advised him, hoping that she somehow helped him.
He shook his head negatively, looking at her with determination in his golden orbs.
“Love is power, my Lady! You can’t even imagine the things you would do –what you would become, to protect those you love.”
The Goddess of Harvest smiled at his ignorance.
She had been more than aware of the aftermath of love –of the cost she had to pay to protect whatever was left of it. Some called her cruel for her behavior and overbearing for her overprotective motherly instincts, but they didn’t understand her –no one did.
They didn’t know how it is to love someone with all your heart, only for them to leave you after using you. They didn’t know how it felt to discover that the person they loved never had feelings for them. They didn’t know how much it hurt to think of yourself as a pleasure toy, used only to fill someone’s else needs.
They all could judge her and criticize her however they saw fit, but they weren’t in her shoes and would never know the truth as she did.
They did not know and therefore, they did not understand.
Her daughter was the only piece left of the love that used to be. She was holding into it, hoping that this somehow proved that his feelings were real –that he had at least felt something for her at one point. If she had to be an overprotective and strict mother to protect the only person that mattered to her –the only proof of love there is, then so be it. To hell what they all thought of her.
She looked at Apollo with a softened look, somehow watching the younger version of herself in him. She felt somehow indebted to not let him do the same mistakes she did. Her cold mask falling to the ground and shattering to pieces after a lot of years.
“Do you love her?“, she asked him quietly.
“With all my heart”, he answered her without a second thought.
“And she?“, she asked again.
He looked elsewhere not meeting her dark orbs, giving her all the answers she needed. The hurt expression on his face gave her everything she needed to know. Stepping closer to his huge form, she caressed his cheek, making him look at her.
“Do not make the same mistakes I did, son. The pain isn’t truly worth it”, she said softly.
His golden orbs burned with an intense fire in them, making them glow like precious stones.
“Sometimes it’s more than worthy.”
He stated, moving away from her, angry at her actions.
How could she know how he felt? He was not her –his case was different, more complicated. He would be damned if he didn’t follow his instincts and his heart. Because deep inside of him, he knew...some things were more than worthy of the pain and the shattered heart that followed.
He wanted to end this meaningless conversation with the strict Goddess before him –tell her the prophecy he was supposed to and move away from her presence. He would not accept the advice of someone so selfish –someone who didn’t understand the concept of love and didn’t fight for it.
Demeter shook her head at his outburst, putting her cold façade back on.
“What a fool in love”, she thought.
«Εστίν ειμαρμένα πάντα.»
He mumbled the words that the Fates had whispered in his ears, before turning quickly around and leaving the Goddess alone.
Demeter cocked her head to the side as she took in the God’s words, watching his back as he walked away from her at a fast pace.
“Everything is set on stone.”
His prophecy made no sense –she couldn’t find a meaning behind the warning. What could possibly have been decided that she should know about and let it be?
She shook her head, scolding at her wasted time. Perhaps, his sight was not working correctly just yet –perhaps he should take more care of the Fates’ gift. Whatever it was, she wouldn’t spend her time trying to figure a minor God’s jumbled words.
“You should have more faith in him.”
She turned towards the familiar voice that always sent chills down her spine, seeing his muscular form standing on the wall behind her. His black curls fell onto his sapphire eyes as he caressed his dark beard slowly. Demeter scoffed at the words, coming from the person in front of her.
“You dare say this to me when your opinion on everyone and everything changes faster than the tides of the sea”, she glared at him.
Poseidon let a laugh escape him, shaking his head in amusement.
“Not everyone and not everything. Some things will always stay the way they are.”
He approached her and took hold of her right palm, leaving a gentle kiss on the inside. The Goddess of Harvest widened her eyes at his audacity and quickly removed her hand from his as if someone burned her.
“We talked about this before”, she whispered yelled at him.
The God of the Sea shook his head negatively, his blue orbs sparkling with anger.
“You talked about it before. You didn’t give me even a chance to tell you what I wanted”, he stated.
She looked at him angrily, moving away from him.
“I will not make the same mistake twice”, she said firmly.
Poseidon sighed deeply, running a hand through his dark locks.
"Not everyone is the monster you have painted them to be. I may have Zeus’ blood, but I am not the same person as him. I care about you, Demeter –I care about you deeply."
She shook her head at his words, her honeyed eyes searching for a way out.
“Just give me a chance to show you my love.”
He made a move to caress her cheek, but she moved back with wide eyes.
“Stay away from me.”
She whispered angrily to him, not caring about his hurt expression.
And then she moved around him, making her way towards the golden gate of Olympus.
And the God of the Sea could do nothing, but stare as the Goddess of Harvest left Olympus and headed towards her fields.
End of chapter 21!!
Title Translation: “The Prophecy of Phoebus”
Apollo has been recognized as a god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the Sun and light, poetry, and more. Apollo is the son of Zeus and Leto and has a twin sister, the chaste huntress Artemis. He has many other names, one of them being Phoebus.
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