Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Iliad ❯ Sisters ( Chapter 1 )

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Sisters

Let me speak about my new sisters

We have been here for a month now. But some have been here much longer.

Alcemene, proudly boasts that she was the first to be chosen.

As she calls it.

She is as arrogant as they come and the only one unquestioning of our collective fate. She has been here for practically a year and is now pregnant with the first child to be born to this cause. She walks around as if she owns the palace all because Captain Ginyu saw fit to bed her.

I do not envy her this, but take little stock in what she says anyway.

Persephone, whom I mentioned before, has been here almost as long as Alcemene, and is far preferred for her temperament. She stays optimistic even in the face of a life without free will. She is also an alien type foreign to me.

Yet her golden eyes are so strong…it is admirable in deed.

Our two other companions are nymphs, strangely enough. Harmonia, the one who came to our aid that first day also shows of an inner strength I admire and desire to emulate in my time here. She is full of laughter and finds many a way to alleviate the perpetual boredom which seems to permeate this existence. Her counterpart Vanessa is an amusing being to be sure, but I find her to be a bit flighty. It may be because she is still so young barely 16 annuals, still she is quite beautiful, an envious beauty if circumstances were different. They have been here for only four months now.

Both have accepted our fate, but do not begrudge me my objections. However, I realize that even if I escape this ill fate I have none to go back too, none of us do. Kore's family and mine, sold us into slavery to feed themselves.

What I gather from Persephone the story is the same.

Alcemene is in denial surely telling us she chose this life.

Vanessa insists that it is a nymphs nature to be seductive and that this is their true calling, Harmonia does not argue, only admitting that they were `gifts' to his majesty.

I resent being treated like a pretty knick knack or some show mare for breeding.

I would protest violently accept there is really no one to protest to and my rekai is suppressed anyway.

I try to be positive for Kore's sake, she mourns the loss of love greatly. Since she is the only one of us to know the emotion as of yet, we often try to help by having her tell us about it, but it only seems to make it worse.

Yet here we are, I shall endeavor to describe the scene that now unfolds in what we call the courtyard, a marble tiled expanse with a fountain and many other luxuries to decorate our gilded bird cage. We have plush cushions, chairs, and chaise lounges, and tables covered with plentiful food and drink.

Harmonia kneels on the fountain's edge, humming as she braids her red locks in the water's reflection.

Vanessa lounges, eyes closed, arms thrown over the back of a chaise lounge. Her golden curls are pulled up atop her head dangling off the seat as she day dreams.

Persephone kneels curled up in an overstuffed chair, knitting. She has promised Alcemene a swaddling blanket for her first born.

Alcemene was next to her lying back in a chaise lounge eating. The plate of fruit is balanced upon her slight four month pregnancy bulge. Her loose fitting white toga dress the matching uniform to all drapes over the bulge becomingly.

Kore and I are sitting on soft cushions at the low stone table on the floor. As I write she draws the scene before us.

Kore is very self conscious. Both of us are forced to wear gold plated manacles that look like large cuff bracelets to keep our demonic power locked up in our bodies.

Harmonia's humming is beautiful and soon Persephone requests that she sing for us.

She has a natural talent for it.

She sings a lilting melody, it breaks my heart, yet the words in the song speak of hope.

When she finishes Persephone and Kore clap appreciatively..

“You have a lovely voice Harmonia.” Persephone comments returning to her knitting.

“Thank you.” She nods modestly.

“Kore, you should accompany Harmonia's singing with a dance.” I offer trying to cheer my friend up she always loves to dance.

She gives me a look so piteous it is as if her eyes alone wish to scream out their anguish. Many a night I have held her while she cried out her loneliness for a bright smile and expressive eyes that would be dearly missed by us both.

Vanessa returns from her day dreams to help me coax Kore. “Yes please Kore, I would very much enjoy seeing you dance.”

“Yes dear, show us.” Persephone entreats.

“Yes Kore, I can sing anything you want.” Harmonia adds pleadingly.

Kore finally relents and stands up walking on to the marble stone. The tune she requests of Harmonia is a traditional folk song ironically about lost love, but then emotions are the most powerful art form of all.

As Harmonia begins the soft melody of the song about a song, Kore begins her slow deliberate movements her feet moving back and forth with out a sound, her body followed in one fluid motion her arms raising and moving incongruently with her body, yet in a beautiful pattern that mesmerized the eye. With the true grace of the wind itself she executes the dance, if she had a more stout heart that very well could be put to fighting, but because of her kind heart and gentle nature it is better that she puts it to dancing.

When the dance is over a small smile is visible on Kore's face. The song matched her emotions perfectly, but even she cannot deny the enjoyment of the dance.

We all clap for her and Harmonia's talents, but still their performance only confirms the truth of our indentured existence.