Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction / Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Iliad ❯ Birth of a Hero ( Chapter 2 )

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Birth of a Hero

Alcemene grows larger everyday it seems, the day of her child's birth fast approaches. Lord Father makes sure she has regular visits from the palace doctor and wants for nothing.

She sits around, glowing and arrogant in her pampered existence. Not that we aren't all pampered here in this jewel encrusted prison.

Even still the birth of Alcemene's child is exciting for us all; it alleviates some of the monotony of our otherwise lackadaisical lives.

Harmonia and I just returned from a walk in the greenhouse garden. She admitted to me that I am not alone in my opposition to this life. She told me that she too abhors the reality of our new life and that all is not as Vanessa tells it. “She is young. She did not have time to learn the history of our people before we were…brought to this place. I understand why we are here, but that does not make it right.”

“We should do something about it.” I protested. What, I did not and still do not know, but I could not remain idle, my nature would not allow it. I am one of a long line of noble and strong demons and refused to be cowed.

“There is nothing we can do, but hope and endure. I know you should very much like to fight back, but how can we? Lord Frieza is the strongest being in all the universe, and only you and Kore have any fighting capacity and even that he steals from you.” She said glancing down at my golden clad wrists that did far more than decorate my tan flesh.

I clenched my fist all too aware of my helplessness, I know she and Persephone are right and that is why they hold up such a façade of normalcy to outlast the uncertainty, the monotony, and even the shame.

“But despair not sister. We need your strength. Our children will need such strength as well, from all of us.” Harmonia spoke true and when she turned her back to me to contemplate a strange exotic orange leaved tree I knew we were thinking the same thing. How could I ever love a child I was forced to conceive with a barbarian?

We did not dare to contemplate this question or the subsequent ones that always follow in a concubine's existence and now as I write the doors of our enclosure are thrown open and two girls are brought in by the ever pleasant Captain Ginyu and his team. More specifically one is carried the other is dragged, both are tossed on the floor like Kore and I were upon our arrival.

New cell mates no doubt.

One looks injured…….

Night has fallen as I return to my beloved quill and paper. One of our new `sisters' needed tending when they brought her in. She is a fairy a beautiful little thing, almost demon like if not for the frailty her nature betrays.

Captain Ginyu ripped her wings off….

He decided it was too risky to allow her to keep them, even caged as we are. The beast left the scars open on her back and they would have pained her greatly had the force of their removal not caused her to black out. She lay on our floor bleeding.

“FOOL!” I shouted at Ginyu. I glared hatefully at the lesser warriors of the Ginyu force, lesser in strength, but greater in compassion I could see the fear in Berter's eyes and the worry in Jeice's. “GO! Get the doctor! OR FATHER will hear of this?!” I shouted my point driving home as the two members of the Ginyu Force hurried out to get the doctor. I turned back to glare at Ginyu as Persephone joined me next to the wounded girl. Harmonia's eyes too burned with the flames of anger. “Captain have you lost your MIND? Your job is to…”

“I KNOW MY PLACE, Lady, you all should learn yours…” He turned to leave with the remaining members of his squad. “Make sure they are both cleaned up and ready for Lord Frieza's inspection this evening.”

As the door closed behind them I growled. This was when the other girl a fair being pale skin and pale hair with vibrant green eyes, spoke. “I would heal her, but…” That was when I saw wrists were clad in similar golden manacles to the ones Kore and I wore. That was when I noticed her pointed ears hiding behind her long white blonde hair. “You're an elf.” Kore observed drawing the same conclusion as me.

“Aye, so I am.” She said with a polite nod. “I am Selene.”

When she finished speaking the doctor hurriedly rushed in with Berter and Jeice on his tail. The doctor fussed over our fallen sister for a few moments before ordering Jeice and Berter to carry her to bed so he could attend to her properly.

I shall not lie, hearing the physician call them, `brutish ruffians' made my day and many days to come for that matter.

It was not long before our companion was as good as new, most definitely new; though not necessarily better as her divine flight was stripped from her forever. Father's inspection of the new arrivals led to a beating for Captain Ginyu, by Zarbon on orders from Lord Frieza.

I sometimes worry that my time here in Frieza's palace surrounded by his aura of terrifying power may be allowing a perverse pleasure within me to arise when I think of the Captain being taught a lesson, perhaps the loss of his precious horns is in order.

Our eleven sister is impressively calm considering her arrival. She does not speak of her opinions only seeks to entertain with songs, tales, and games from her home world. Weeks have passed since our fairy recovered, but she speaks not only sits and stares into nothing sadly, the stone upon her forehead is gray in her sorrow to match her eyes. We do not even know her name. We almost have to force her to eat, it is as if she thinks us ghosts and that she having lost the will to live exists in a limbo of misery.

Alcemene's date is coming quickly and we are forced to wait on her hand and foot now, a chore I dislike greatly. She has no gratitude for anything we do and her constant needs make it difficult for me to enjoy my written reprieves from a life of servitude.

Today, a hero was born, the first of many, or such as were Lord Frieza's words after Alcemene gave birth this morning. She went into labor yesterday afternoon and the child gave her no rest all the night through.

As soon as the first pains hit her Persephone and I were by her side and Harmonia was sent promptly to tell one of our guards to fetch the doctor. Our guards are stoic fellows, proficient at their duties of serving, protecting, and guarding us, but not very exciting conversationalists. The doctor was brought and the guards carried Alcemene to her room. Persephone, Selene, Harmonia, and I worked in shifts helping the doctor and coaching Alcemene through the pain. When the first rays of sunlight broke through the garden greenery and touched the marble flooring the wails of a newborn son echoed through the halls.

In all her exhaustion Alcemene looked more beautiful then I had ever thought her to be holding her son, Achilles.