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There were days when Persephone couldn’t believe that her only daughter was nearly 300 years old. She could still remember the day, as she could with both her sons, that Callidora had been born. It had been a rainy mid-autumn day, so it made sense that Callie loved the autumn more than any other season. Archimedes, her eldest son, had been a winter boy. He’d been born on the day of the first snow that year, over a millennium before Callie. Phelix was a spring boy. Giving birth to such a bright boy, a boy whose eyes always reminded her of the first buds of spring, was a surprise because both she and Hades were dark. He was 500 years older than Callie.
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Thear Advent Story: Conall (part 1 – 5)
Mar. 15th, 2012 05:45 pm“You don’t have to sit alone,” Sophia said, sitting next to Conall.
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Thear Advent Story: Aisling (parts 1 – 5)
Mar. 15th, 2012 05:05 pmAisling hated talking about people when she knew they could hear her, but she needed to talk to Logan about Trey and he had brought the subject up first. She looked at the back of Trey’s head, wondering what he was thinking, before looking back at Logan. There was something about him that she really didn’t like. When she had some time to herself she’d work out what it was. Until then she had to push away that feeling so she could talk to him without the dislike she felt creeping into her voice.
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Thear Advent Story: Trey (parts 1 – 5)
Mar. 15th, 2012 04:50 pmA candle provided the only light in the room. It was the morning of the winter solstice and Trey was awake well before sunrise. Most days he was awake well before sunrise, but for once he had a reason. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the new High Priestess of Persephone arrived at the Residence and he wanted to be the first person to meet her. Sighing, he put his quill down on the desk. Aisling was meant to be the right person, a true priestess who would do what needed to be done, but that didn’t stop him from worrying. Every time he thought of the change that was coming he knew that they needed strong people in the position of High Priest and High Priestess, but they didn’t seem to exist.
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Deities’ World: Callidora (part 3)
Mar. 15th, 2012 02:49 pm“There are days,” Callie said, staring at Archimedes’ desk, “that I think I’ll never be ready to truly take my place as a deity.” She sighed. “I’m not worried so much about the knowledge that I’ll need because I know that I’m getting there slowly, but I don’t think I have the temprement to do what you do or what Mum does.”
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On Thear it was the night of the full moon. It was also the first full moon after Aisling’s sixth birthday. That meant it was time.
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“Solstice,” Genevieve started, trying not to meet anyone's eyes, “shortest day, longest night, on this day winter begins.” Her attempts failed because she found herself staring into her mother Delyth's eyes and could see the pride filling them, which did make her feel slightly better. “With the fading of autumn a new year commences. Look back on what's been, bid the old year farewell, give thanks for what it has gifted you with.”
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Aisling hated talking about people when she knew they could hear her, but she needed to talk to Logan about Trey and he had brought the subject up first. She looked at the back of Trey's head, wondering what he was thinking, before looking back at Logan. There was something about him that she really didn't like. When she had some time to herself she'd work out what it was. Until then she had to push away that feeling so she could talk to him without the dislike she felt creeping into her voice.
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