Thread: Ancients Reborn: The Gods and Goddesses Greece (Raivh and Blair1216)

With a heavy sigh, Dr. Haskell let his head fall back to the couch and removed the spectacles he wore to aid his poor vision. Of all the women Preston could have made a bad first impression on, he thought, inhaling deeply, as he pinched and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Opening his eyes as he slid his glasses back on, Dr. Haskell smiled at the questioning young woman, understanding her confusion and discomfort. Not many new arrivals to the mansion knew who they were, their pasts, or what they were capable of, and many who had been there for years had yet to fully discover themselves. His grey eyes were calm and warm as he looked upon Scarlet. Leaning forward and reaching out a wrinkled hand, he took hers gently away from its task of brushing a few golden strands out of her eyes. My dear, he began, closing her hand in both of his and giving it a reassuring pat. In time you will come to understand this place and all of its inhabitants. Theyre all very much like you, Scarlet. Gods and goddesses reborn. You, my girl, are the newest arrival, and within you resides the soul of the goddess Persephone. Glancing toward the arching entryway where Preston had been standing not long ago, Dr. Haskell cleared his throat. And that fellow, Preston, whom you just saw is the eldest member of the reborn ancients of Greece. He has a bit of a temper, but it isnt without reason that he harbors so much hatred toward others. Dr. Haskell gave Scarlets hand another pat before drawing his hands back and rising to his feet. Grey eyes still fixated on the doorway, he shook his head and cracked a smile, dropping his gaze back to the young woman. The smell of food had begun to waft throughout the manor, enticing growling stomachs to venture toward the dining hall. Are you hungry? Dr. Haskell inquired, offering her a hand up. Our kitchen staff here are all very pleasant, and are quite exquisite culinary masters. Pausing, he took a step toward the hall, leading her along the corridor. The room they entered next was loud, full of commotion as young adults buzzed about, chatting and arguing. Who is this? a tall blonde asked, appearing to be in his mid-twenties. He wore a smile on his face and a woman on his arm, a rather youthful looking brunette who didnt seem half as amused to see Scarlet. Brown eyes locked on Scarlet, the young woman rose on her toes and planted a kiss on the blonde mans jaw. Greg, Ill go get you something to eat, my love, she said, before venturing away and tossing one last glance at Scarlet, a daring look in her eyes. Good evening, Gregory, Dr. Haskell replied, returning the younger mans firm handshake. He turned his head to look at Scarlet and introduced her. This young maiden goes by the name of Scarlet. Gregory nodded, shaking her hand, before the professor continued. She is the reborn soul of Persephone. Arching his eyebrows, a haughty smirk spread over Gregorys features. The goddess Persephone, huh? Ill be damned. I could only get so lucky, Preston commented, bearing an irked expression as he stepped into the room. Everyone grew quiet, and his footsteps echoed off the stone walls as he approached the trio. He came to halt beside Scarlet, shoulder to shoulder with her and towering a good foot or more above her. If you were damned, I would be a much happier man. There was a moment of tense silence before Dr. Haskell intervened. Preston, are you No, Preston responded abruptly, head turned and gaze fixed on Scarlet. If I didnt make it clear already, I want nothing to do with the goddess Persephone . His hand slid over her cheek opposite him, drawing her eyes up to his, green to blue. There was no sign of kindness on his face. His fingers curled around her chin and tightened their grip to bruising force. Do you, Persephone, understand what these two foolish men clearly do not? A snake-like smile spread over his features, and he released her and walked to where one of the manors servants was standing, holding a prepared plate of food. Taking it, he crossed slowly back to the exit without once looking down at Scarlet, and travelled left, disappearing from sight. Astounding, Gregory scoffed. The brawny male shook his head, eyebrows furrowed as he stared after Preston. He acts as if he has no interest in his own Dr. Haskell cut Gregory a sharp look, silencing him. Both men knew how Prestons mind worked, and there was no altering his mind once it was set. Scarlet would have to be placed in the east wing, away from Preston in the west. Come, lets sit you down so you may eat. After youre finished, one of the servants will be at your call to lead you to your quarters.