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The retelling of a classic myth......Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Edward & Bella - Words: 3,813 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 1 - Published: 02-27-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5780029
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DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE GREEK MYTHS..... I thought this particular experiment would be fun and hence wrote it. This is basically a retelling of a Greek myth one that you might be familiar with. Except they have Edward and Bella's physical characteristics. it's confusing but its Edward and Bella without their names being that. Their names are the same as the Gods but they call each other Edward and Bella. You'll understand it with their physical characteristics. I would have turned this into a complete twilight story by putting in all the other characters too but Carlisle cant be cast as anyone (Zeus is such a philanderer!) nor can Esme be cast as Hera. Rosalie would be best as Aphrodite(the Goddess of Love) but i dislike Aphrodite because she's so flirty. Dont even get me started on Jasper and Alice.
DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN TWILIGHT OR ANY OF THE GREEK MYTHS.....
I thought this particular experiment would be fun and hence wrote it. This is basically a retelling of a Greek myth one that you might be familiar with. Except they have Edward and Bella's physical characteristics.
it's confusing but its Edward and Bella without their names being that. Their names are the same as the Gods but they call each other Edward and Bella.
You'll understand it with their physical characteristics.
I would have turned this into a complete twilight story by putting in all the other characters too but Carlisle cant be cast as anyone (Zeus is such a philanderer!) nor can Esme be cast as Hera. Rosalie would be best as Aphrodite(the Goddess of Love) but i dislike Aphrodite because she's so flirty. Dont even get me started on Jasper and Alice.
And hence this idea was born.
This is my most favorite Greek Myth ever! Hope you guys enjoy this!
"Do eat a little, my love…."
The voice was smooth velvet and seemed to caress her skin as it wound its way into her ears.
She shook her head, unwilling to look him in the eye.
Who knew what havoc he would wreak within her with those hypnotic eyes of hers?
His fingers trailed up her arm, sparking little flames that ranged beneath her skin causing her heart to beat faster.
Oh traitorous heart……
His fingers cupped the rounded edge of her shoulder and he rested his head against her breast. She stiffened expecting it to be an act of seduction but he did nothing other than rest his head against her breast, his eyes closed.
There were so many things that she'd never realized about him before…..his hair was so soft and felt so silky against the skin revealed by her daring dress.
Its pulsing red didn't seem so strange anymore.
"It beats so fast…" he murmured and she stiffened even more as his breath ghosted over her.
He moved away and looked at her, kneeling before her as though in supplication except she knew he wouldn't beg for anything.
Pride was after all very important for a god.
His eyes were the color of the grass above and she felt a fierce, painful ache in her chest.
She missed it so!
She tore her eyes away from his enticing eyes and glanced down at her clenched fingers in her lap.
She didn't want this!
"So stubborn…" he murmured as though he had read her mind.
He stood up and bent, forcing her chin up so that she met his gaze.
"I will succeed my Bella. No matter how strong your will is at the moment."
And with those discouraging words, the Lord of Darkness disappeared into the shadows from where he had come.
She had never lived any day without the sun's warmth.
Warming her skin and painting it a beautiful earthy brown, surely there could be no life without the sun.
Sure there were tales; tales of the Underworld and its gloomy darkness, things that seemed impossible underneath the bright sun.
If she had heard them from the nymphs first, she would have dismissed them as mere exaggerations far from the truth but the tales of the Underworld and its Lord permeated far and near.
Even though her mother deigned to discuss the lives of her brothers with her, she knew the rudimentary details.
Zeus, Lord of the skies. Poseidon, lord of the ocean, his domain. And Hades, the Lord of the Underworld.
Zeus was someone who could never scare her. He filled her with a warm light with his glances(though she didn't approve of his philandering) and he was very benign and paternal with her.
Poseidon was someone she had met but a few times in her life and she had been rather impressed with the tall, stately man who had smelled like the ocean and made her feel like she was standing on a beach, toes digging into the sand, her dark hair whipped about by the breeze.
He had called her to his domain, promising a lot of fun and frolic with the Naiads and the nymphs but she knew her mother would never allow….protective Demeter was constantly worried about her daughter.
And Hades….Hades was someone that she had wished to never meet with again. Tall and imposing, his hair a muted shade of red, looking like it had once been fire but now charred with the gloom of the Underworld and his eyes - a fierce glowing green, Hades did not fail to make any god quail, least of all a young goddess.
She had met him quite a while back and he'd dismissed her as soon as they'd met, his eyes moving away from her to sweep around the banquet hall and Demeter hadn't been offended by her daughter's inability to hold his interest.
She'd been pulled away but she turned back, stunned and full of yearn- a strange mix of emotions.
Demeter was at her side the entire feast but she couldn't forget…..it felt like those burning, scorching eyes were still on her…she had to meet his gaze again….her eyes swept around the room and locked with his.
She'd been unable to tug her gaze away, drowning, floundering in those eyes but thankfully Demeter had tugged on her arm to catch her notice (perhaps her mother had noticed her strange fascination….) and she had escaped from the snare; her heart pounding in her ears, her breath shallow, strangely exhilarated though she wanted to cross the room and wrap her arms around him……..
She started but recognized the voice of her mother and got to her feet, dusting the seat of her gown to remove the strands of grass and particles of mud that might have clung to her dress.
She gazed up at the sky and let the sun soak into her body and banished all thoughts of the gloomy Underworld and its fascinating king….
The Above world was after all for her, with its beauty and life (and her mother) and surely one who has everything does not regret anything.
It had felt like the earth was splitting open; emitting gas as its own screech of pain as it was forced to part for whatever monster deigned to use it as its entrance.
The two nymphs who had been keeping her company, scrambled for safety as the earth seemed to shudder with the atrocities that it was forced to undergo.
She scrambled away from the hole, trying to find a way to escape (surely there had to be some way) when a black chariot burst forth, drawn by four black horses.
The charioteer was someone well known, yet someone she had not expected and she found herself drowning in the fierce, burning emerald gaze as his chariot wheeled around to face her and the wailing, trembling nymphs.
A wave of his hand (she noticed that the nymphs were frozen in place) and he dismounted, his hair flaming in the sun, the steeds stamping as though in protest, neighing and shaking their gorgeous dark manes.
"Persephone…." He called and she turned away at the sound of her name, trying to escape but he was faster than her.
A moment later, he was next to her and he had swept her into his arms. What a jolt she had when she realized that his embrace was just as scorching as his eyes (not cold curiously….the Lord was not as dead as his realm…).
"Why do you run, My Bella?" he crooned and unable to respond, she lay as though paralyzed in his arms, as he swept back to his chariot.
Another flick of his wrist and the nymphs burst into bloom (beautiful blooming trees….) and tears formed in her eyes unexpectedly.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked fearfully as the Lord of the Darkness took up the reins.
She couldn't move still (move limbs move!) as he glanced down with his sardonic smile, playing around his lips.
"Why to the Underworld, my dear."
And the chariot began its dreadful journey away from the life giving sun and its warm rays to the gloom of the dreaded land.
She couldn't remember much of the dreadful journey but she remembered the end as they emerged into the darkness of the Underworld.
There were souls and shades and yet trees and flowers and a huge imposing palace, befittingly dark before which the chariot stopped and he dismounted.
He held out his hand for her to take courteously but seeing that she cowered back into the chariot, his expression twisted and he reached into the chariot to lift her into his arms.
Once again, clutched to his chest, the blinding unusual darkness and gloom (where was the thrumming, twisting life?) helped her ignore the steady thrum of his heart and the warmth of his form.
She ignored the strength of his frame and the gentleness he seemed to touch her with and instead searched for a way to break free into the glorious world above.
He did not force himself on her but merely placed on a large obsidian bed, unwilling to violate her without her consent.
She cowered back into the softness, expecting forced coupling as would be characteristic of the other Olympian gods but he was oddly gentle as he crouched down next to the bed and petted her hair.
"Sleep my love…" caressed his voice and she shivered involuntarily, unable to stop herself. A flush filled her cheeks and something gleamed in those glorious eyes.
He leaned forward but she quivered back and he left her there in the dim room with the huge bed.
She wept for the circumstance, for her mother, for the sun and for the life that filled her when she was above.
Exhaustion crept over her and she succumbed to slumber, inhabiting a corner of the huge bed.
He had surprised her in the morning by being present when she woke up and had shown a reluctant her, all the facilities that the Underworld had to offer.
Meal time was when she realized that she still had a way to escape with it.
For once in her life, she thanked the gods (she was one though…..) that the nymphs gossiped so much. For it was only due to that that she knew the effects of eating the food of the Underworld.
An eternal tie for a meal.
She thought he would hit her when rage had flashed across his face at her refusal to eat.
His eyes had been fierce and burning as he ordered her to eat but when she refused, he had merely stood up and stomped out. She followed him meekly out and returned to the bedchamber she had used.
Thankfully he had stormed off elsewhere and she hadn't seen him for the rest of the day.
But he had returned; him with his velvet words and his musical tone and his little presents that were made to tempt her.
Clothes designed out of the most beautiful silks and linen, in umpteen colors with so many variations, designed by skilled weavers.
Aphrodite would have been jealous of her raiment if she had seen them but she had remained rooted, every beat of her heart thrumming against this.
She needed the sun. Why couldn't he understand that?
Jewels of so many different metals, in so many different shapes – he spared no expense in trying to woo her, begging her with his molten gaze and his velvety words….
"I love you so, little one….give me a chance to show it…."
She shuddered even thinking of it.
Oh ! How he enticed her……….
The finest blacksmiths of the land wrought her, a crown, shining like the sun (a poor substitute) that he had placed proudly in her dark, rippling waves.
An odd pair, him with his fiery hair and her with her dark, obsidian waves. Him with his glittering green eyes and her with her warm, earthy brown (so lifeless now….)
His arms clasped her in her finery (but they're yours, my love) to him and he rested his chin on top of her head as he peered at their reflections together.
"Do we not make a fine match, my darling?"
Such a sharp ache…..but she needed the sun! Why couldn't he understand that?
And they inevitably returned to their disagreement.
"You will waste away, my love….." he coaxed, waving a small piece of pita bread right underneath her nose, trying his best to tempt her.
She turned away, her form half-trembling as she tried to ignore the pleas of her stomach.
She had to get back to her mother!
His face suffused with anger as his attempts failed and he threw the silver tray carrying the food onto the ground with a clang that made her jump.
"Why must you do this!" he roared in rage. He took hold of her by her shoulders and shook her a little, carried away by his fury.
"You puny, stubborn little goddess! Why must you cause so much pain to me!"
She cried out in pain as his fingers dug into her arms (it was a trifling pain but still unusual because he always treated her with such care…) and his fingers retreated as though she had burned him.
She fell back onto the divan.
His face contracted in horror and he dropped to his knees, hiding his face in her skirts.
"My Bella, my love….forgive me. It is because of my concern and my love…."
Unable to stop herself, she stroked the silky dark hair that lay on her lap, glinting like fire.
"You didn't mean it." She tried to comfort him but he was beyond comfort.
His expression twisted, he examined her arms for bruises and vanished from her chambers to not appear for a while.
And so the cycle continued.
"Persephone…my Bella….why do you do this to me?" he begged.
Gone was the proud, seductive god that she had known. In his place was a desperate man who would do anything for her love.
She shook her head, weak with hunger and afraid (all of these feelings were so new…).
"You're the one who insists on prolonging this. Take me back to my mother."
"Is it wrong for a man to want a woman desperately to himself?"
She couldn't answer to that. She couldn't reconcile to herself that this gentle lord who tried so hard to make her at ease could be the terrible Lord of Darkness.
He pressed something into her hands, a warm weight and she looked down at it.
"I love you enough to turn the world upside down. Is that not enough?" he asked, his tone anguished.
She turned her head away, unable to look at him.
His eyes were still the color of grass, his hair still a muted red (but it seemed brighter in the gloom) but there was a haunted expression in his eyes and his face drooped as though he'd forgotten how to smile.
He cradled her hand in both of his and pressed his hot lips to the soft skin of her fingers.
"Don't fade away, my Bella….."
She remembered the glorious relief that she felt in her when Hermes appeared before them, shining in his immortal frame.
"Her parents demand her back, my lord. The earth wilts without Demeter's aid and she is lost in grief over her daughter."
He was calmer than she expected as he'd turned to look at her.
"Demeter was always very emotional." there was little expression in his tone.
He was seated in his ebony throne while she stood in the shadows.
"It is as you wished." He said simply.
"She has not partaken anything, has she?"
He smirked, his expression twisting.
"You underestimate your sister, Hermes." He said harshly and disembarked from his throne, his dark cloak brushing the ground as he closed the distance between them.
"You have won." He whispered to her.
"This was not a battle, my lord."
"Please." He begged. "At least once. Before you abandon me for eternity."
She sighed and closed her eyes.
"It was not a battle….Edward."
He sighed, closing his eyes. He had an uncanny preference for that name for some reason.
"You're free to go."
The absence of the endearments and the affection that usually clogged his tone made her heart ache but the thought that the sun was a mere few minutes away made her pulse throb.
She stepped towards Hermes and away from him.
"Goodbye my lord."
His eyes were fixed on her form.
"Goodbye my lady."
As Hermes swept her away, she felt the heaviness of the pomegranate, hidden inside her dress.
She was sure that there was something peculiar about her. Something that the Underworld had wrought.
The sun, the glorious sun that she had missed so, was suddenly not as appealing as it had been before.
She missed the gloom and the muted fire and the glowing green and his tender attentions.
Her mother was overjoyed to see her and had swept her to Olympus to produce her before Zeus.
This ache…..it was so sweet and sad.
And it could be easily solved. She glanced at the seeds of the pomegranate that she held in her hand.
They were all that could be plied in secret from the pomegranate before she'd thrown it away so that it would escape notice from her mother.
She loved her mother and the sun and the bountiful earth. She loved the flowers and the breeze and the air.
The choice should have been so easy.
Yet she was uneasy as she swallowed the six pomegranate seeds that would tie her to him forever.
"There must be something you can do, brother!"
Zeus lounged on his throne and tried not to anger his sister, the goddess of the Harvest even more.
"I'm afraid there isn't, Demeter. Different laws govern the Underworld. She has partaken food of the Underworld. She has to abide by the rules."
And even though she couldn't see him at the moment, she could feel his glorious exultant gaze and the triumph that must have been in his stare.
But Demeter was loath to let it pass. This was her daughter after all!
Her precious Kore.
"She cannot stay there! She will wilt in the darkness! She is after all the Goddess of the Spring-"
"Nonsense, dear sister. Surely you would not think that of me. I would never let Persephone fade away."
She could feel the words that he didn't say.
Demeter shot him a furious stare but turned to Zeus.
"Surely you cannot condemn our daughter to that gloom-"
"Really , Demeter, I'm going to develop something of a complex if you persist in that vein."
"You do not understand how important the sun is to us." She shot at him furiously.
"You do not understand how important your daughter is to me."
"Enough!" Zeus commanded. "I have reached a decision."
The gathering looked to him.
"Persephone has eaten six seeds of a pomegranate. Because of this, she will stay six months of a year with her mother, performing her duties as the Goddess of the Spring and six months as the Queen of the Underworld."
Her eyes were shining with gratitude as she looked at her father and she knew Zeus could see the relief that his decision filled her with.
She didn't want to part with either her mother, the beautiful Goddess of the Harvest or with the Lord of the Darkness.
He looked like he was going to protest but Demeter swept Persephone up into her arms, overjoyed with the judgment.
For even though she would have to share her daughter, a little was better than none.
They stood shrouded, half in light, half in darkness. It was as though their gifts surrounded each, bidding adieu to the other.
She had forbidden him to kiss her in front of her mother. He had thought to protest but he knew how dear her mother was to her and had held his tongue.
He gazed into her eyes (it felt like it was her soul that he was peering into) with his enticing, molten green eyes and she gazed back, adoration bathing itself in her glance.
"Six months." She whispered, her hands clasped in his- held close to his chest as though he couldn't bear to let her go.
"Six months." He whispered back.
Demeter cleared her throat, trying to push their meeting to end faster.
He would have loved dearly to glare at her and say biting things but that would mean less time to gaze upon his beautiful Bella so he held his eyes to hers steadfast.
She squeezed his fingers and then released them, turning away from him.
He stepped back, blending into the shadows, watching as she fell into her mother's arms.
Demeter smiled at him, her smile taunting him. He wouldn't have her for the next six months, her smile seemed to say.
He turned away from the Goddess of the Harvest and his Queen and into the shadows that seemed to eagerly welcome him.
Six months he could bear.
She was his.
They had half of forever together after all.
And he would be damned to Mount Olympus if he didn't savor it.
Yes in this, Bella eats the food on her own! it's creative license!
What do you think? Should i stop murdering greek myths?? Dont worry this is one of a kind and You can say that again is still on! So meet you there!
CLARIFICATIONS: A) Kore is the name that Persephone is sometimes referred to as by Demeter(in some stories). it means 'girl' or 'maiden'. Persephone means 'destroyer of light'.
B) Hades does drive a chariot with four black horses. and he does occupy a ebony throne(not that i have ever seen it or him or anything....:))
C) Yes, Demeter, Hades and Zeus are siblings. And Zeus and Demeter are Persephone's parents. Yes, i agree with you. Ew.
D) But Hades is so awesome! Check out his awesomeoness on Wikipedia. He's the Olympian version of the handsome mysterious man so i was sure that Edward would be perfect as him!
But i wrote this story cos i love Hades and Persephone's story and i love Edward and Bella and those two loves just blended together....:)