Long ago, there lived a queen, a goddess among others. She was hidden in plain sight, posing as a human, hiding her might. Unbeknownst to humanity, she went about her day like any other, with little to no bother. Or so it seemed. She would interact with the people of the kingdom, exchanging looks and jokes, she always presented herself happy, ignoring their facade, their hoax. You see, humans always liked to pretend, and this was specially the case in this environment that Aphrodite now situated herself in. So she would observe, always playing close attention, listening to her gut, even when she was confused by the humans, and all she could say is "What?"
Then time passed, as time always does, escaping everyone around, days turning into nights, nights into days back again, and humans alone swallowing their pain. However, one day a force came strong, and Aphrodite was stunned, she didn't recognize who this human was, she hadn't seen him before. Something about him stood out--as he did from a crowd. Aphrodite carried on, but somehow, this human kept popping up, and she recognized how other humans responded to his presence. She didn't pay much attention, until one day, this human disappeared. No one knew why or when it happened, just that he had left the kingdom.
Then time passed, as time always does, escaping everyone around, days turning into nights, nights into days back again, and humans alone swallowing their pain. However, one day a force came strong, and Aphrodite was stunned, she didn't recognize who this human was, she hadn't seen him before. Something about him stood out--as he did from a crowd. Aphrodite carried on, but somehow, this human kept popping up, and she recognized how other humans responded to his presence. She didn't pay much attention, until one day, this human disappeared. No one knew why or when it happened, just that he had left the kingdom.
Long ago, there lived a king, a god among men. He was hidden, his true power concealed in his human form, this vessel as fragile as the others. He had chosen to escape from his brothers, and hide among the living, while forgetting the rest. His path of destruction had brought nothing but pain to his siblings, until he did what he had to do to stay ahead. He took this form, entering upon the kingdom, blending in, accepting the fresh new scene. What no one knew, however, was that he still followed his evil scheme. War was all he knew, it was his nature, and blood was his teacher.
Until one day, he was told to go far, he would need more training, to embrace a new art. Leaving the humans behind, he embarked on this journey, wishing it would be over soon. And soon it was, as when he had completed the tasks, this tests he was forced to do, he returned to the kingdom, where unbeknownst to him, someone else had also been in hiding. Someone who had already noticed him, even though he didn't notice her.
Until one day, he was told to go far, he would need more training, to embrace a new art. Leaving the humans behind, he embarked on this journey, wishing it would be over soon. And soon it was, as when he had completed the tasks, this tests he was forced to do, he returned to the kingdom, where unbeknownst to him, someone else had also been in hiding. Someone who had already noticed him, even though he didn't notice her.
The goddess Aphrodite then one day noticed the strange human had returned, it was a spectacle, as he seemed changed. There was an aura about him that attracted her, but she did not know why. It was then that Aphrodite decided she better play closer attention to this human, after all, she was a goddess of love, and she wanted to learn to love again, for she had come to hide among the humans because of her broken heart. But it wasn't because she was broken--no, Aphrodite was strong, and fierce, carrying her sword close to her heart, for if anyone was to ever come close to it again, she would have to protect herself, and anyone trying to touch it, would have to face against her might.
Aphrodite then, one day, running amok the humans, was startled, as she noticed the strange human directed his voice towards her. Stopping her in her tracks, as she was always a busy and hardworking goddess, Aphrodite looked at the strange human and listened.
"I enjoy your appearance today--" the god said, then thought to himself, say, what is her name?
The god was confused, for he had never noticed her before, he had been too busy with his new tasks among the humans, and all he cared about was carrying his little plan.
"Hey, thanks," the goddess said smiling, as she continued about her day, but thinking in the back of her mind, maybe now I need to know more.
Aphrodite then, one day, running amok the humans, was startled, as she noticed the strange human directed his voice towards her. Stopping her in her tracks, as she was always a busy and hardworking goddess, Aphrodite looked at the strange human and listened.
"I enjoy your appearance today--" the god said, then thought to himself, say, what is her name?
The god was confused, for he had never noticed her before, he had been too busy with his new tasks among the humans, and all he cared about was carrying his little plan.
"Hey, thanks," the goddess said smiling, as she continued about her day, but thinking in the back of her mind, maybe now I need to know more.
Ares was a broken god--but he never presented himself this way, he always put on a show, to hide his emotions, his feelings that he always knew got in the way of everything. All he was, was pure rage. That is the only feeling and emotion he was interested in showing and using. Ares was now in his mission, to rise above the humans, embrace his power and shower it over them, showing them he could rule this kingdom on his own. Ares was stubborn, for Time has a way of playing with events, and Ares always chose to ignore Time. It was irrelevant to him, he didn't understand it nor did he want to. Until one day, while taking a break from the facade that is to be human to a god, Ares came across a note. A simple piece of paper with some handwriting on it, and it had been taped to one of his elixirs he so carefully kept from everyone else. These elixirs kept him alert, ready for battle, until this note. Then something had changed. The elixirs were now on someone's trail. Someone was keeping tabs and knew the elixirs were his, but most importantly, the note let Ares know that whoever put it there, wouldn't back down from this game... The game that would soon become... a meeting of the gods.
Days passed and nights came forth, winds changed to snow in the god's green earth. Ares made it his mission to find who had been tampering with his elixirs, and to no avail, was always one step behind Aphrodite. She had the upper hand and all she wanted to do was keep playing this game until Ares intervened.
One day, Ares confronted Aphrodite, the secret was out, and she had been discovered.
"What took you so long?" she teased the god, only known as human to her.
"A part of me didn't want to believe it was you who would dare meddle with my belongings. You really shouldn't do that." The god told the goddess, only known as human to him.
Ares emanated his raw energy out into the world around them, his rage and fury covered the air like a musk that suffocated any human that came in touch with it--but not to the goddess Aphrodite, no-- she instead, embraced it. Let it wash over her, like the spring flowers scent and the beautiful air after a day's of rain.
"I believe given the circumstances, those elixirs belong to me now. Said so the rules."
"Ha Ha, only because you left your mark on them?"
"Exactly because I left my mark on them."
Ares looked upon Aphrodite, still not knowing she, too, was a god. And she looked upon Ares, the same way.
Soon, Ares would be tested--given a labor. A labor of love, in which Ares would see Aphrodite in all her might and glory, as she gave herself completely to him for the first time, igniting what only the stars and the constellations would be witness to. A spark that would light aflame inside Ares' extinguished heart. It would be at this time that each other would come to a realization, that they were never gods hiding as humans, but humans, born to be gods.
One day, Ares confronted Aphrodite, the secret was out, and she had been discovered.
"What took you so long?" she teased the god, only known as human to her.
"A part of me didn't want to believe it was you who would dare meddle with my belongings. You really shouldn't do that." The god told the goddess, only known as human to him.
Ares emanated his raw energy out into the world around them, his rage and fury covered the air like a musk that suffocated any human that came in touch with it--but not to the goddess Aphrodite, no-- she instead, embraced it. Let it wash over her, like the spring flowers scent and the beautiful air after a day's of rain.
"I believe given the circumstances, those elixirs belong to me now. Said so the rules."
"Ha Ha, only because you left your mark on them?"
"Exactly because I left my mark on them."
Ares looked upon Aphrodite, still not knowing she, too, was a god. And she looked upon Ares, the same way.
Soon, Ares would be tested--given a labor. A labor of love, in which Ares would see Aphrodite in all her might and glory, as she gave herself completely to him for the first time, igniting what only the stars and the constellations would be witness to. A spark that would light aflame inside Ares' extinguished heart. It would be at this time that each other would come to a realization, that they were never gods hiding as humans, but humans, born to be gods.
Now, dear reader, you might think I will write down the ending to this myth, however, it is in my best interest to tell you that this story is endless. It has no ending. Sure, it has a beginning, a middle, and continuing story--but like any great myth, it is larger than life.
You see, Ares and Aphrodite fell in love, a love unlike any other-- a love that is timeless. That is, until Time came knocking. Stealing Ares from Aphrodite, over and over again, testing their love every day and night.
But true love always burns bright.
You see, Ares and Aphrodite, they are gods unlike any others. They are gods out of this time.
Prisoners to no one but themselves. Time, on the other hand, Time is a sneaky, trickster god, and it always tests the gods out of time. Why, you might ask?
Well, that is another story altogether...
You see, Ares and Aphrodite fell in love, a love unlike any other-- a love that is timeless. That is, until Time came knocking. Stealing Ares from Aphrodite, over and over again, testing their love every day and night.
But true love always burns bright.
You see, Ares and Aphrodite, they are gods unlike any others. They are gods out of this time.
Prisoners to no one but themselves. Time, on the other hand, Time is a sneaky, trickster god, and it always tests the gods out of time. Why, you might ask?
Well, that is another story altogether...
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