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

It seemed like it always snowed in the mountains. The area surrounding the manor was consistently blanketed in white, like a cold hell. Standing in a clearing on the side of a slope, he could see the walls that surrounded the place hed called home since the day hed turned eighteen. From the large, arching front gate to the woods was one path, the very same hed travelled for the past fifteen years whenever he needed to get away from the commotion of the house, the tales they told him. They called him Hades, God of the Underworld, though his birth mother had given him the name Preston. He was the oldest amongst the deities reborn, and so found himself often wandering alone, away from the castle and all of its inhabitants. In his younger days, his temper had often gotten Preston into much trouble, especially with Gregory, a man just two years younger than himself. Gregory was supposedly the man who harnessed Zeus, the God of war and thunder. For years the two had fought, throwing punches and wrestling in the dirt, fighting over women that always seemed to be wooed by Gregorys blonde hair, blue eyes, and a charm that Preston lacked. The two were brothers in ancient myth, but modern day testing of DNA had shown up with negative results of any familial relation. Green eyes followed the romping path of a rather large black pitbull, the dog Preston had found several years back wandering just outside of the grounds. At least ten years old, the pit still moved with vigor. Its muzzle showed no signs of aging, and its body no sign of muscle or bone deterioration. Come, Cerberus, Preston called, snapping his fingers to get the canines attention. With a playful growl, the dog bounded over to its master, pointed ears alert and piercing blue eyes focused on the surrounding area as the two descended the side of the mountain. Merely out of curiosity, Preston had deemed his pet Cerberus. When the dog responded well to it, he hadnt bothered changing its name. Walking that same path back through the snow, Preston could see a car parked in the drive. The gates were opened, and from what he could tell, a new arrival was making his or her appearance. They seemed to show up every couple of years or so, each with unique traits and a determined soul of a Greek God or Goddess. The last to arrive had been a woman, the supposed Goddess Hera, and shed taken quite well to Gregory as he had to her. Slipping past the gate, Preston closed it once Cerberus had darted inside. His intelligent green eyes scanned the sleek black vehicle parked outside, wondering who had been found this timemale or femaleGod or Goddess. Cerberus let out a bark, bringing Preston back to reality, and he headed for the door, which groaned on its hinges, protesting being opened. He entered the dimly lit hall quietly, and strode toward the living area where each new member of ancient Greece was brought. Leaning against the stones of the large, arched doorway, he captured bits and pieces of conversation, enough to learn that the new arrival was a woman and once the daughter of Zeus. A dry laugh parted his lips, erupting from his chest, and Preston shook his head. The scathing outburst was enough to catch the attention of the man whom everyone in the house called Dr. Haskell or father. He was the man who had first discovered Preston and determined that he was, in fact, Hades reborn. Why dont you send her away, Dr. Haskell? Dont we have enough on our hands with Gregorys antics? Hes a grown man and causes us grief. Shes merely a girl. Think of the havoc her being here will bring, Preston stated when the room was quiet. Dr. Haskells grey eyes stared at the oldest member of his family with a vacant expression, as if he wasnt sure how to respond. A low growl left Cerberus. See, even Cerberus isnt fond of her. A crooked grin turned up one corner of Prestons lips as he reached down to pat his dog on the head. Before his fingers had even grazed the short black hairs, however, Cerberus took off across the room, claws skittering over stone, and then muffled by a thick rug. The dog stopped when he reached the young woman and licked the back of her hand. Preston stiffened. Cerberus, he called, but the dog planted his rump on the ground and wagged his tail. Clenching his jaw, Prestons green eyes darkened, and he snapped his fingers. Cerberus! Heel! Jerking his head back, Cerberus whined, ears flat against his head as he rose to his feet and trotted back over to his master. The dog licked his lips when he reached Preston, staring up at the man and giving one thump of his tail. Returning his stare to the group in the room, the atmosphere around Preston swirled with irritation. Who are you? he asked, spitting the question at her. Dr. Haskell rose to his feet. Preston, son Preston cut the man off with a look. Let her answer. Shes capable of speaking, is she not? Preston scoffed. His footsteps were heavy as he entered the room, crossing to where everyone was seated. He froze when his eyes landed on her, and he furrowed his brow. Taking a deep breath, her scent flooded his nose, and his eyes drifted from her almost immediately. Again, Dr. Haskell spoke. She is the Goddess Persephone, once the daughter of Zeus, and No, Preston ground out, his eyes flitting about her one final time. Keep her out of my sight. Turning, he vacated the room without another word except to command his dog to follow him upstairs, to the study.