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<b>A p h r o d i t e</b><br/>
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Aphrodite was elsewhere per usual. Lost in a daydream, where she preferred to spend her days as of lately. Curled up like an expensive, lazy cat in her chair, staring off into the air with her chin propped up by her index finger and thumb. She hated these meetings, they were so dreadfully boring…. Her life had begun dragging on at this point, everything around her a dull aching buzz. Everything except her son Eros. He was such a bright boy. And Hephaestus, her sweet sweet Hephaestus. It was a long time coming to be civil with him, but she was forever grateful for his companionship. She deeply regretted her life in most every aspect, and in her current days had become sure she had lived it completely wrong.<br/>
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The first rumbles and quakes didn't pull Aphrodite back down, but the following cracks of earth, tremors and rolling thunders jolted her back to reality. She gripped the arms of her chair, pulling her legs to her chest and gritting her teeth as she eyed the disturbing scene before them. Screams echoing from all around, time seemed to flash past and yet…. pass in slow motion. Fear gripped her heart, hearing it racing as blood rushed in her ears. The tall goddess shot up to her feet, feeling burning coals in the back of her throat as she watched helplessly the destruction of her fellow goddess, Athena. Tears filled her eyes to the brim, her face shooting over towards Hephaestus, watching his everything be torn away right in front of him. She knew what he was going to do next, but she was selfish. She couldn't bear to be left without him, especially during times like these.<br/>
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Letting out a screaming sob, the blonde goddess of love darted forwards and clasped her arms around him, tears streaming down her cheeks and hands shaking violently with fear. " H-Hephie, please…" She could barely muster up a whisper, feeling cowardly and small as she fought to pull Hephaestus back. She nearly let go of him, startled by the look he shot back at her. It wasn't the first time Hephaestus had looked at her that way, but gods did she hope it was the last….<br/>
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Aphrodite swallowed the lump in her throat, her eyes softening on him as she pulled him into her chest even tighter. " I'm so sorry, Hephaestus…" She breathed, her entire lengthy form quivering as a bright light stretched over them all.<br/>
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When Aphrodite finally was able to open her eyes, she found herself free falling. About six feet up into the air, staring down at a murky body of water. Aphrodite squeezed her eyelids shut, smacking into the water and tensing at an unfamiliar stinging that spread through her body. Her lungs lurched as the air was knocked from them and she desperately sprung to the surface, coughing and gagging and pleading for air. She clawed through the chilled water, fog rolling off the tops of the lake as she panted, frantically thrashing through the lake until she could stand, which didn't take very long but did feel like an eternity. Once she was able to catch her breath, she was quick to slick back her hair and began scanning her surroundings. She had a faint idea about where they were, she had visited here many many times when she was still making trips down to Earth. But it looked…. Wrong. Her head was spinning, thoughts bouncing around rapidly and she just couldn't calm down the obnoxious pounding in her chest.<br/>
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Looking like a water logged cat, Aphrodite drug herself out of the lake on hands and knees, her white gown stained an off putting beige color, mud stained across the hem of her once lovely gown and the two points of her knees. She plopped herself down on a stone, wringing the water out of her heavy, soaking dress in attempts to dry quickly in the cooler weather. She scanned the lake, looking for any signs of movement amongst it. Where was Hephaestus?? Icy claws of panic gripped her heart, her jaw tensing and eyes widening. What if the impact had tired him out and he couldn't keep afloat with his leg? She sprang forwards, rushing back into the water.<br/>
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" HEPHAESTUS!? " She croaked, her voice cracking with emotion. There was no telling where he could be…. She'd never find him in time, never see him again, never make up for years lost… He'd die losing the goddess he loved and thinking about all the times Aphro had hurt him…. All alone in a grimy, disgusting, freezing cold muddy lake. Aphrodite fell to her knees at the lakeshore, her stomach churning over and over before she hunched over and vomited stinging bile into the lake. The images of poor Athena, the sounds of frightened screams…. Not knowing where Hephaestus was, and even worse having not clue if Eros had even escaped…. She began to sob into her hands, struggling to keep down bile as she broke down into her first panic attack.<br/>
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Aphrodite had to find shelter, the creatures lurking around would find an easy meal out of her. Her head was pounding, stomach churning and the sour taste of bile hung in her mouth. She was hungover. And worse yet, SOBER. And as of things could get any worse…. She was alone. She had spent the night convincing herself that her husband and her son were alive and well, and now she was determined to find them. She had kicked off her shoes and tied her gown into trousers, quietly stepping her way through and old trail that she faintly remembered leading to some kind of establishment. She had a large plank of wood with a few nails scattered in it, hobbling around like a deranged lunatic covered in dried mud and plant fibers.<br/>
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