AN: Sorry for my
lack of building skills. My houses tend to be built for convenience instead of appearance. I must admit, I do like the little porch though.
Week Two, Day One I met her today. Agnes Crumplebottom. The woman in mourning. I couldn’t live with myself any longer, and invited her over. She is one of the most wonderful people I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I could not tell her the real reason for my calling her of course, so told her that I was new in town and wanted to make some friends, which is completely true.
We hit if off right away. Like Christopher, she seems to understand me on a level I had not expected. She’s not like my other friends. They’re all so… modern.
Agnes is different, and we get along so well . Once we were friends, I gently questioned her about her life and happiness. She is not happy yet, but she assures me she’s getting there. Her one real difficulty seems to be loneliness. I tried to encourage her to get out a bit more, go to the park and meet some people. She politely refused and told me she would never have the courage. But I am determined to help her if it’s the last thing I do. I told her as such as we were saying goodbye. She laughed, but I saw hope in her eyes. Soon Agnes will not be the woman in mourning anymore.
Week Two, Day TwoI discovered a small store at the edge of town that sells magic items, potions and the like. There was one potion called Midas Touch. The woman behind the counter told me it turned things to gold. I bought it, curious to know if it worked. It did, and it brought in enough money that we could upgrade our house quite a bit.
We are now comfortable, if not rich, so it only made sense to fulfil a wish both of us have had for a while now. Two days ago I found out I was pregnant.
I did not expect the thrill I felt upon realising. While I have wonderful friends who will always be there for me, none of them can completely understand how lonely it is sometimes, to be in a world I don’t understand. This little sim inside me changed that completely. It’s as if I finally have a tie to this world, somebody to become immortal
for.
Week Two, Day FourI was up late last night, unable to sleep because I felt so worried. I knew that I had to decide which God or Goddess I was bringing to earth first before my child was born. Would I choose a God or a Goddess? Would I have a son or a daughter?
When I finally fell asleep I woke up almost immediately, but I was not in bed. I was not even on earth. I was barely past a teenager, and certainly wasn’t pregnant. Zeus stood opposite me, exactly as I’d last seen him.
He came forward smiling warmly. “We don’t have much time, so I must talk fast,” he said. “Congratulations on everything, Demeter. You’re doing so well.”
“Thank you,” I said, “Now what do you really want?” I knew my brother too well to think he had spent all this energy on getting me here to give me congratulations.
“Quite simple, I wish to talk about your job. You know you have a task you must complete for eight generations-”
“I know my task,” I interrupted, “I’ve known since I found out I was pregnant. I will be a mother to all of them, help my children raise their own.”
“Very good,” he said.
I was not leaving. I should have been, if that’s really what he wanted to talk about. “What is it really you need?”
“You always have known me better than the rest, Demeter. I believe it’s a talent of yours, nobody can fool you. What I want is simple. You will decide tomorrow that it is me you want to bring to earth. You will call your son Zeus, and I shall live again.”
It was an order.
An order. He thought he could control me.
“And if I don’t?”
“Then you will face the consequences.”
There was no time to argue. The pull to earth that had slowly been getting stronger gave a sudden jerk and I was hauled back to my bed. My eyes opened. Christopher was leaning over me looking panicked and I was in worse pain than I’d ever been before.
It was time.
I had to decide now. Before it was too late.
Welcome to the earth, Amphitrite Olympian.
