Of Gods and Lovers (ryanmcallister80 & Sirian Eve)
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				Title: <strong>Of Gods and Lovers (ryanmcallister80 &amp; Sirian Eve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 19:24:27</strong>
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				<br><br><strong>A Brief History of Time</strong><br><br>In the beginning there was only darkness and chaos. Then came the Elder Gods, Mother and Father to all of creation. <br><br>All the mortal lands in the universe and Ellysia, the corporeal realm of the gods was born of their union and for a time they were content. They grew lonely in their isolation however, with no one else to share the splendour of their creation. They lay together and birthed a race of gods; the Young Gods as they became known in the Legends. They were many and varied, each having an aspect of their parents but of their own minds also. <br><br>For a time all were content to live in Ellysia together. The Young Gods lay together and had children of their own, the Godlings.&nbsp; But as the ages past the Godlings too yearned for offspring of their own and a place shape as they pleased.<br><br>However, the Elder Gods forbade them to lay together as to do so would dilute the purity of their godly blood and diminish their powers too much. As a compromise the Young Gods were permitted to create mortal men and women to populate the lands below Ellysia so the Godlings could take pleasure in their coupling.<br><br>Once more there was contentment for a time as the Godlings and their forefathers watched their creations as they went about their mortal lives, learning the ways of the lands they inhabited, inventing, crafting and occasionally warring with one another. They erected shrines in honour of those that created them, sang songs and wrote legends to teach their offspring of all the great things their gods had done for them. The Godlings occasionally visited among their flocks, walking the pleasant lands of the mortals, usually disguised as common folk to see what it was to be one of them. Of course, the Godlings felt no pain, no discomfort from the elements and were immortal, possessing a strength and endurance incomprable to a mortal. <br><br>There were some mortals that chose not to honour any gods, believing instead that all the people of the lands came about by some other means and they ignored the teachings of the god fearing folk, tearing down their temples and burning their books. Those unbeleivers were few in number and some of the more hot headed Godlings and their elders visited their wrath upon them, descending from Ellysia and smote them from the lands with a fearsome display of their powers. Those that saw these heavenly intervention grew fearful and more ferverent in their beliefs, telling all who would listen of the incredible powers of the gods and their children.<br><br>The Elder Gods were furious, berating the Young Gods and their Godling offspring for their impulsive actions. Mortals were not created simply to be slain like cattle or other lesser creatures, they were to be nurtured and encouraged to grow. A grand council was called and the Elder Gods and the wiser of the Young Gods debated for a long time. Finally a decision was reached, no longer would anyone be allowed to visit the mortal lands. The Godlings were crestfallen, but they new better to defy the Elder Gods and remorsefully agreed. All of the Godlings adhered to this, promising never to return to the realms of men. <br><br>Centuries, if not even millennia pass in the mortal realms as the Godlings keep their Oath and the worship of the gods pass out of favour in some corners of creation. There are occasional rumours of fleeting visits by otherworldly beings but if any incursions have occurred they are unnoticed by the Elder Gods. <br><br>---<br><br>(http://i1287.photobucket.com/albums/a634/silverfoxdmt73/Mt._olympus1_CC_zps0blksjlh.jpg)<br><br><br>The lands of Ellysia looked down upon the infinite expanse of the mortal realms, sat atop a vast plateau shrouded in cloud that shrouded the realm of the gods from the eyes of their mortal charges. They would be a sight to behold too, limited only by the imaginings of their godly inhabitants and constructed with the finest materials conceivable; marble, granite and other stone, wrought into impossible shapes by the very minds of the gods themselves. Gold, platinum and many other precious metals and gems decorated the vast columns and balustrades that adorned the exterior of the palatial homes of the Young Gods and their Godling offspring, while the living spaces inside held dimensions unbound by the laws of physics that applied to the mortal lands below.<br><br>It is on this holy plane of existance that currently reside the dramatis personae of this tale; Daraius and Seraphne, twin siblings and offspring of the Young Gods Thesias and Aphrenia, God of Justice and Goddess of Beauty. Like all Godlings they are bound to the oath sworn by all and witnessed by the Elder Gods and have never set food on mortal lands, though both long to do so. The pair are close, sharing a love that one would say comes of sharing the same womb. But they are closer still, having a bond that goes beyond even that most intimate of experiences. Of course they are forbidden to couple, in Ellysia such a relationship is taboo; even the gods have laws that forbid this. In certain places the mortals share this view also and the punnishment is severe. However, there are lands that look upon siblings laying together as a simple show of affection and through the careful use of scrying both brother and sister are well aware of the joys of such an act.&nbsp; <br><br>---<br><br>Daraius sat with his mother and father on the balcony of their villa looking out over the sandy beach that streched out for miles below. He could hear the soft, rythmic sound of the waves gently lapping on the shore of the Tranquil Sea and he heard the haunting, almost mournful cry of the sea birds as they skimmed the waves below his own lofty perch high on the cliffs above the white sands and sparkling blue sea. <br><br>Clad in a simple white toga, Daraius looked every bit the Godling with his light brown hair and blue eyes, his handsome, unblemished features and his tall and althletic body. He sat on an ornately carved wooden chair at one end of a long, equally richly appointed table bearing a multitude of small platters and bowls, each filled to overflowing with exotic fruits and vegetables, meats and grains as well as goblets and decanters of fruit juices, wines and other beverages from all corners of the realms, both mortal and otherwise. He took a handful of grapes while he idly contemplated his plans for the day, wondering when his sister would join them in their morning repast. <br><br>Their father Thesias was every bit as stern and imposing as his title of God of Justice would suggest, towering over his son and possessing an almost impossibly expressionless face. His dark hair was cropped close to his scalp and his eyes were dark orbs that seemed to see into the very soul of anyone they were cast upon. He was a very difficult man to read, always seeming unmoved by events but he missed nothing and passed judgement on all who transgressed the laws of Ellysia. Wearing a long, full sleeved robe Thesias sat at the opposite end of the table, next to his wife Aphrenia. The pair were almost polar opposites with the Goddess of Beauty looking radiant with her platinum blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She was impossibly youthful despite her being one of the more ancient of the Young Gods, with barely a line on her face and possessing the body of a girl barely out of her teens. Her own toga was similar to Daraius', though cut to accentuate her womanly curves, though not to the point of indecency.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"What are your plans for the day my love?" His mother's voice was soothing, almost musical as she asked Daraius. <br><br>The godling turned, his lips curling upward in a smile as he was bathed in his mother's radiant beauty. It took the most emotionless of souls to resist the effects of Aphrenia's aura; he often wondered how a man such as his father had captured her spirit. <br><br>"I may bathe after breakfast, then visit Artemis and have him let me loose on the forge. If it pleases him." Daraius replied idly. He had been pestering the Master of the Forges to teach him for ages now and had recently persuaded him to do more than just watch the giant smith as he worked. "I wish to surprise Seraphne with something for our naming day, so long as Artemis will let me."<br><br><br>(Daraius)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1287.photobucket.com/albums/a634/silverfoxdmt73/Mobile%20Uploads/Chrisevans_zpsojbqduo4.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Gods and Lovers (ryanmcallister80 &amp; Sirian Eve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>18-04-2016, 20:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/81/20/19/812019a3a00a12062e06133fd4ae3290.jpg)</div>It goes without saying that Seraphne took a more languid approach to life. She was the daughter of two of the most prominent gods in the pantheon. She carried a justified curiosity, something no doubly inherited from her father, but her beauty could only be given to her by her mother. Her locks were not gold, but a shinning white and her aura was just as dazzling. She awoke to the sound of chirping birds as her heavenly blue orbs opened to the sky. Sitting up she found she had slumbered wistfully away in her mother's private garden. Even as a young one she would play in this place, falling asleep in the rays of the sun. Time and space didn't matter to her. Nor did her duty as the youngest goddess of beauty. She sought delight in natural things like the trees and the floral. Her mother would laugh, saying that she gave birth to the daughter of harvest instead of beauty.<br><br>Of course she was beautiful and if given the chance she would of&nbsp; graced the mortal realm with her beauty if it not been forbidden. What was the will of god to a man or woman anyway. She looked into the cool water of the pool next to her and peered at her reflection. "Am I to spend eternity like this...never moving never changing.." She immediately thought back to all those stories her mother told her about in the beginning it was common to walk among men and they were once praised for it. She asked had their ever been any stories about Gods and mortals making love to one another, were there children? Her mother laughed sweetly&nbsp; before shaking her head no. She recalled saying that there will never be a time when a god would lay with a mortal. Just like there would never be a time when&nbsp; siblings would lay with another. She wasn't sure, love was love no matter what form it took. Why if her and Darius ever dreamed-she paused. Her fingers graced her pouty rose lips. She had to be careful of her thoughts and of her dreams. It was forbidden to even think of it, but she didn't care. <br><br>She thought about it all the time in fact. What it would be like to make love to him. She had been living with this fear of being caught even whispering his name in her dreams. Those beautiful dreams she would have of them both in the garden, or out in the fields, even in the temple. In truth they shared a bond that was stronger than time and space itself. That's when she realized, she didn't just love him, she was inlove with him. Seraphne rose to her feet, her lithe form garnered in white fabric,very modest white fabric to be sure. Unlike her mother her powers would not come to fruition until she lost her maiden-hood. How could a goddess know love without experiencing every range of it? She headed inside their large home, a house made from the energy of both love and justice. With quiet steps she approached the balcony and embraced her father from behind. "Good morning father!" She kissed him gently on the cheek before gliding over to her mother. "Muah! Good morning mother."&nbsp; Last but not least she held her hand out to her brother, grabbing his to give it a firm squeeze before laying a gentle kiss on his forehead.<br><br>"Good morning Daraius, isn't Artemis expecting you?" She asked after all had greeted her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Gods and Lovers (ryanmcallister80 &amp; Sirian Eve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>19-04-2016, 19:35:59</strong>
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				Despite her stealthy approach Daraius felt the presence of his twin just before she came into sight, causing his mood to lighten considerably. He put his hand in front of his mouth to mask a grin as she caught their father unawares and wrapped her arms gracefully around his wide shoulders, inwardly craving the feeling of her skin on his. <br><br>He averted his eyes for a moment, knowing their father would see the way he looked at his sister as her lithe form moved from one parent to the other, affectionately embracing then kissing them before she moved toward the end of the table where he sat and he could no longer avoid watching her without it looking awkard. For some reason this morning he felt especially giddy around her. <br><br>He felt something akin to static shock as her slim fingers briefly closed around his hand, gripping it firmly as she leant forward and softly pressed her warm, soft lips on his smooth forehead. He stifled a gasp at the sensation before patting the empty seat next to him and offering it to Seraphne. <br><br><em>"Good morning dear sister."</em> He replied, reaching for a goblet of spiced wine and pouring himself and his sibling a glass. He held out the dark red beverage for her as he answered. <br><br><em>"Yes, he is, but he can wait a while longer."</em> He casually replied. <em>"He has kept me waiting long enough."</em><br><br><em>"I have a feeling though, that I may work up a sweat in that stifling forge of his. I may well be in need of a long bath later."</em> He hoped he sounded casual enough, he didn't want to arouse any suspicion by being too direct in front of his parents. <br><br><em>"Do you have any plans for the day Seraphne?"</em> He asked, reaching for another bunch of grapes and dangling one into his mouth as he watched his sister out of the corner of one eye.
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				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>20-04-2016, 03:10:59</strong>
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				“Good morning!” She chirped. Taking a seat next her brother as he handed her a glass of sparkling red wine. It was truly a wondrous day,&nbsp; though she hadn’t made any plans to get out. “Nothing to busy going for me today..” Then she suddenly remembered.<br><br>“Did you hear? The mortals have waged war on the temple of Silas, one the last few good temples in the northern region.” Seraphne thought she would add her own thoughts to direct conversation. “Can you imagine? Such willpower these beings show. It’s no wonder Silas does not summon a great whirlwind and destroy them.” She took a sip of her drink right before her father chimed in.<br><br>“They have no true will or power, they are controlled by their baser nature and imprisoned by it. “ He didn’t really care much in the ways of man when it came to waging war, a lot of injustice had been branded out during times of conflict, the humans have proven over and over just how much of a disappointment they can be.<br><br>“Oh come now father, surely not all mortals are that bad.” She looked too&nbsp; her brother, her eyes sparkling from the need of his input. “What do you think?” She spoke to Daraius as his mother curiously watched his response. Their mother spoke. "Well I never thought the humans would of become so bold. " She spoke with a sudden distaste in her mouth. She hated war and all the destruction left behind because of it.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>22-04-2016, 17:10:12</strong>
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				Daraius smiled as his sister sat beside him and took the wine in her delicate hand, noting that although she had dressed quite conservatively, she still appeared graceful and alluring in her pure white gown. Daraius had always found his sister's form appealing, nothing had changed that, no rulings of the Congress of Ellysia, no stern looks or warnings from his father, he had loved Seraphne as a sister and more ever since the concept entered his mind.<br><br>His attention was diverted, momentarily at least, from her divine appearance when she spoke of the alleged sacking of the temple of Silas on the mortal plane. He inwardly ceded this point to his sister as he had been ignorant of this event. <br><br><em>"I was not aware of this, oh wise sister."</em> He cocked his head to one side, answering with a slightly mocking tone. <em>"I wonder whom you charmed that information from?"</em><br><br>Any further reply his sister may have had was cut short by their father, his voice as even and emotionless as ever. Daraius wondered if he could recall a single occasion where his father had shown any emotion at all, knowing that such an exercise was an act of futility. The God of Justice was impartial in all matters, serving the laws of the gods only, paying no heed to pointless sentiment.<br><br>Daraius was wondering what it would be like to allow himself to be controlled by his baser nature when Seraphne once more sought his opinion. If his father noticed his slightly flustered hesitation he gave no sign. Certainly, if his father could have read his mind at that time, many laws of Ellysia would have been broken in such a short span of time. Even Seraphne would have been shocked by the images playing through his mind - or maybe not, Seraphne had surprised him in the past when she spoke out loud, some of the things she would like to try.<br><br><em>"I suppose it is useless to suggest that the humans be shown an example of how to exercise some restraint and willpower in person?"</em> Daraius suggested, half joking. He didn't expect his father to be amused, but the thought of being allowed to walk the mortal lands would surely appeal to his sister. <br><br>His mother's outburst surprised Daraius, it wasn't often she spoke with such conviction about the mortals, she was very much from the 'live and let live' approach to life and despite her love for her husband, often their opinions on such matters were polar opposites. Still, it never seemed to have an adverse effect on their relationship. <br><br><em>"Yes, son. It would be useless to suggest such a thing. There is no good reason for anyone from Ellysia to set foot on their lands. Our place is and always will be here, the Realm of the Gods."</em> Thesias spoke slowly, as if weighing each word for it's worth.<br><br><em>"My dear Aphrenia, you should not trouble yourself so with their ways. None of us here would ever be subjected to their irrational behaviors."</em> Their father assured his wife, though his voice remained wholly neutral. <br><br><em>"Absolutely."</em> Nodding to emphasize the point Daraius took a mouthful of wine before excusing himself from the table and rose from his seat. Giving his sister a crooked smile <em>"Later perhaps, sister.."</em> He offered before heading inside the extensive villa.<br><br>He waited a moment before he sought Artemis and the great forge.
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				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>25-04-2016, 07:26:13</strong>
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				Sometimes she wondered how her father could be so serious and her brother so silly. They were like polar opposites of each other. Still she would never turn her head away from good chatter amongst the circles of the inner youth.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Yes, well i enjoy hearing it. It's so interesting the things that go on down there." She said with a smile. Her mother smiled softly to them both. " Yes, there was a time when they were such proud creations, now since learning to govern themselves it's almost a fall of grace." She noted before popping a grape into her mouth.<br><br><strong><em>"Yes, son. It would be useless to suggest such a thing. There is no good reason for anyone from Ellysia to set foot on their lands. Our place is and always will be here, the Realm of the Gods."<br></em></strong>[/i]<br><br>Seraphne grew quiet as her mother's words echoed in her mind. "I&nbsp; guess so." There was a moment of silence before their father spoke.&nbsp; His response was not so surprising.&nbsp; Daraius excused himself from their company. She would of course see him later. However her day was not planned.<br><br>"Seraphne Holestias&nbsp; asked about you the other day, he was expecting to see you at the revealing." Holestias was one of many of Seraphnes's potential suitors. The handsome god of the field and strategy. However she was not interested. "Oh yes, I had forgotten, but perhaps at the next event." She excused herself, leaving her curious parents to their own devices.
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				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>29-04-2016, 16:25:52</strong>
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				The sounds of his family's conversation faded into the background as he walked through their palatial residence and out onto the gold paved streets of the higher&nbsp; district of Ellysia. <br><br>As always the day was pleasantly warm and dry, though the many examples of flora brought back from past ventures to the mortal realms seemed to thrive here whatever form they took, perpetually at their most spectacular cycle of life with fantastic blooms and the most pleasant of aromas.<br><br>He strode purposefully across a large open plaza, nodding politely to a few godlings he recognized. He did not stop to engage in idle gossip, he knew word of the mortal's attack of Silas' temple would be spreading like wildfire by now, but it did not interest him at all. The only thing about the mortal realm that would interest him was if he and his sister could find a way down there without their parent's finding out. Artemis and his forge were the key to that, he was sure of it.<br><br>Despite his sister's assertion that he lay about all day admiring himself in the mirror and grooming himself he had been exceedingly busy these last few eons. <br><br>The Grand Librarium held literally millions of scrolls, tomes and parchments collected from all corners of existence. Poetry, fables, prophecy, all written by the wisest and most learned of mortals. Collected, cataloged and protected by Grand Scrivener Paxus, Keeper of Lore and God of Knowledge.<br><br>Daraius had surprised the ancient loremaster when he visited the Librarium, never having set foot inside the cavernous archive before, but Paxus was delighted that the godling had finally taken an interest in more academic pursuits and asked no questions. He even provided the youngling with guidance on how to navigate the vast collection of information and allowed Daraius to peruse the literature at his leisure. <br><br>For quite some time now, while the others had assumed Daraius had been bathing or otherwise admiring himself he had in fact been seeking some very important information and carefully planning for a way to allow he and his sister to visit the mortal realm and find out for themselves what it was like to enjoy the mortal pastime of lovemaking, without alerting the prying eyes of their fellow immortals.<br><br>He had found reference to an artefact that in a time long since past and seemingly forgotten by all, allowed the Young Gods to travel to and from the mortal plane at will. On further reading Daraius found that the artefact in question was a small amulet, crafted on the Great Forge from rare metals and minerals. For the last few years he had been taking 'lessons' from Artemis, Master of the Great Forge and apropriating the 'wasted' off cuts from failed attempts at crafting. He'd built up a enough of a stockpile of these metals and minerals that he now had enough material to craft two of these amulets, one for him and one for his sister. <br><br>All he needed now was the opportunity to use the forge un-observed and an event when the watchful eyes of the Young Gods were otherwise occupied. This sacking of the temple to Silas could be just that event. He needed to give Artemis something to do and also speak to his sister alone and let her know how far his plans had progressed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Gods and Lovers (ryanmcallister80 &amp; Sirian Eve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sirian Eve</strong> on <strong>13-05-2016, 18:31:21</strong>
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				The conversation began to turn in to something she found herself less interested in. Parting ways with her parents soon after her brother did. She wasn't sure if her mother and father were tuned to it, but some thing had been different in Daraius's mannerisms lately. She figured he had been up to something, finding a new way to admire himself or perhaps working on a plan for a new temple? <br><br>Whatever it was he couldn't hide it from her. He may have been smiling on the outside , but there was definitely something buried under that handsome visage. " Hmm.."She hummed out loud. Making her way down the corridor quietly. She decided to leave him to his own devices, if he had something up his sleeve she would be very anxious to know. Good news hardly ever made it it to this place. So with that she decided a tour around the great water falls would be nice.<br><br>The falls were speckled all across the realms, but the waterfall located under their villa was the best. Ever since she was child she enjoyed. Sometimes, she would wash her&nbsp; self in its waters.The purity of the crystalline falls brought about it's own&nbsp; piece of security and comfort.<br><br>Journeying down through the secret way, though not truly secret since her brother knew how to get down to the falls through this path as well. The path began behind the trunk of a large tree covered with brush in the garden.&nbsp; The path was cavernous with a flush of fauna and flora along the way, What was more alluring was the dimly lit amber rose stones that lit the path in the dark. The trails down was about a mile before stumbling upon the large pools of glistening water.<br><br>She took off her sandals and stepped into the cool pool under the falls as light pierced from the opposite side. She dived into the water, soaking her thin gown as she took a delighted in swim in her own privacy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Of Gods and Lovers (ryanmcallister80 &amp; Sirian Eve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ryanmcallister80</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 19:53:04</strong>
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				The sounds of the forge could be heard long before the thick column of black smoke could be seen rising from the chimney at the centre of the forge's domed ceiling. The sound of metal on metal rang throughout the streets surrounding the Forge of the Ancients, a rhythmic ringing of the smith's hammer against the great anvil. The heat given off by the forge could be felt outside it's walls, so intense was the fire created by burning the purest coal and wood available to the gods.<br><br>Even Daraius was struck by how powerful a figure Artemis cut as he stood drenched in sweat, clad only in leggings at the anvil. In one hand he held a mighty hammer, with which he beat the white hot metal as he worked it from a plain ingot into something inhumanly beautiful and powerful. This time he worked on a sword for the God of War. A huge mithril blade, the height of a man with an ornate pommel and cross-guard. He did not look up as Daraius entered the forge, yet greeted the godling "You are late Daraius, you said by sunrise and by my reckoning that was some time ago.. I will only have a few hours to spare for you before I am to present this gift to Lord Gorrum." He sounded slightly disappointed, as if a promising apprentice had presented him with poor craftsmanship.<br><br><em>"I am sorry Artemis, I was delayed by my parents."</em> He said, his voice devoid of remorse or sarcasm. <em>"I will endeavor to be on time in future."</em> <br><br>In truth Daraius was glad Artemis would be leaving soon, exactly as he had planned. The Master of the Forge trusted him enough that he would leave him to his own devices, hopefully for long enough that he would finish work on his own project before the master smith returned. <br><br><em>"No matter,"</em> replied Artemis, his own voice somewhat distracted as he carried on working the glowing metal at the anvil. <em>"You know your way around the forge well enough, one day you may well take over from me if it interests you so.. You are an accomplished smith already, if you work at it long enough…"</em> he left the statement open as he carried on, paying Daraius little attention as the young godling began working on some unimportant item he'd been using as a cover story to hide the real reason for his repeated visits to the forge.<br><br>True to his word Artemis spent the next few hours perfecting the great sword before wrapping it in a pure white cloth and leaving Daraius alone in the forge. <br><br>The young man retrieved the small, partly formed amulets from the folds of his tunic before carefully heating them on the forge. With great care and precision he worked the metals and shaped them into the correct form, just as the ancient texts had shown. The resulting amulets were both beautiful and functional, his own glowing slightly as he placed it on a chain over his head. It rested just above his heart and he felt the slight wave of nausea that the scrolls said one would feel as it attuned itself to his soul. His sister's would do the same, linking the pair through space and time as well as allowing them passage to any realm in the universe; all they had to do was name the place and time and they would travel there. There were limitations of course, though they were of little concern. All they needed was a short time to lay with one another and they could know what it was to love like a mortal, unbound by stupid rules and traditions.<br><br>He slipped Seraphne's amulet back into his toga and brought out an ornate dagger he had worked on over the last few weeks, something to account for his time at the forge, should anyone ask. Artemis returned in time and commented on the quality of Daraius' work before the godling took his leave, smiling to himself as he went.<br><br>He knew where to find his sister, the secret falls under the villa had always been a favourite place of hers. She often went there when she sought solitude, though the pair had also spent time there together, wondering what it would be like to be together all manner of ways. Today he decided he would like to watch her alone, so he quietly crept through the dark passage that led to the idyllic pool, keeping to the shadows and taking care to make no sound that might disturb his sister. He found his favourite vantage point just above the pool and crept there, his eyes seeking out his sister's lithe form as she swam in the crystal clear waters.
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