A/N: I absolutely like the way last chapter came out as. And I think I'll be personally making verses for the rest of the fic. Sodlaes is geared to be the most poetic of my works (I think)
Aki-chan: Fuuko's side of the world as promised.
Eirist-chan: At first I did want to use verses from books but I can't find ones that would ,perfectly fit so I decided to make my own. I have this longstanding love affair with greek myth and not so long ago I developed a liking for greek lit but the only lit I did read were those from the great philosophers. You know, Phaedo, the Republic and recently Timaeus and Critias. I hope you like this chapter.
crystaliz-chan: If you can grab a copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses that would be great (highly recommended). For starters, you could grab Hamilton's Timeless Tales of heroes and gods. About Fuuko, I remember Fuuko when she first fought Recca with Fuujin in the anime series. I was so mesmerized because she was dang graceful when she air-skated. but you're right, see how spunky she gets in this chapter.
satomika-chan: I'll be using Spanish for one of my future fics. Not so fluent but I get to practice with my mom who until recently I didn't know finished Spanish 1-4 when she was in college. (the things you discover about your folks are sometimes freaky)
Shirayuki-chan: here's what happens next.
Enjoy reading and please review for my and the next chapter's sake. BTW Happy Valentines.
Disclaimer: I don't own FoR and it's characters. Anzai-sama does. I don't own Greek myth. All myth facts were taken from various poets but mainly from Homer, Virgil, Hesiod and Ovid(my personal favorite). Historical, geographical, cultural and racial facts from various philosophers such as Plato, Plutarch, Aristotle and Socrates. (Yes I took a lot from the dead guys.) All I do own in this fic is the plot.
Sodales by Anne Raven
Half the Hellenic kingdoms governed under one tree
Whose root resides from across the sea.
Fair maids and heroes thy House begat;
Mighty Aeolus and his Aeolids.
Of a tall and straight build with fairly light skin and reddish-blonde hair and deep blue eyes that sparkle, Aeolus undoubtedly inherited the genes of Greek aristocracy from his mother Arne, a princess of Thessaly. But fairer was he than the youth of his age, more noble, more eminent, hinting that his heritage was not mere mortal for he was the son of Poseidon, the Earthshaker.
So favored was he by the Olympians Twelve that Zeus Almighty gave him the title King, his vassals, the winds of the compass rose – Boreas, Zephyr, Notus and Eurus – as well as the destructive forces of the Anemoi and Thuellai.
Yes, he was an equal of the gods.
Like men were wont, he sought a wife that would suit his status. With a silent prayer to the gods, his veins burning with contained force and hope that his divine father was watching over him, he dared to cross the Mediterranean.
With his ethereal gifts, safe passage was assured to him. And leagues away from home, he found the fair Enarete, daughter of the Liparan King Deimachus. With her, he had seven sons and six daughters in an abode bound in bronze in the middle of the Tyrrhenian, soon after his coronation called the Aeolian Islands.
All his sons journeyed back to his homeland where each had been given a kingdom to rule and his daughters had been equally blessed with their marriages. Thus the Aeolids prospered over the kingdoms of Thessaly, Elis, Corinth and Messenia to name but a few. But like all the other Royal Houses, theirs had a fair share of tragedy. As majestic as the Aeolids were, none of them had been born with a trace of their father's celestial ancestry. Misfortune after misfortune sent each of them on a premature path to Tartarus, mortal as they were.
Enarete mourned night and day, shed bitter tears like pregnant rain clouds and finally succumbed to the summons of Death hastened by grief. Aeolus could only watch his heart sinking as he gripped the lifeless hand.
Such is the curse of those who were destined to live forever …
When Hera came to him and asked him to stir the winds so that Aenas of Troy and his crew would drown at sea, he wasted no time in doing so. It was not because he was keen on helping the Immortal Queen but because he was highly interested in the bribe. The fairest nymph in Hera's suite was waiting for him in exchange for this small favor, given the nature of his powers. He did what was asked of him and Aenas would've drowned if Poseidon himself did not interfere. His father, knowing that it was Hera's doing, only mock-scolded him. But he did his side of the bargain and Hera could not hold back her promise.
Her name was Deiopea, the most beautiful nymph that ever crossed his path with raven hair that glinted blue in the sun, expressive amethyst eyes and fair complexion that almost glowed, of Lydian descent and much favored by Hera. There was absolutely no reason for him to regret the deal. With her, his heartaches would finally end. Nymphs may not be immortal but the length of their lives was comparable to the gods and if he took very good care of her, they would share eternity together.
And so, Deiopea had been thoroughly cared for, a task Aeolus himself made sure. The constant companionship, the intense desire to protect and the undeniable attraction had so endeared her to him that he grew to love every fiber of her being. His love for her was such that he believed nothing could equal or surpass it. But then, he was proven wrong.
By their union, the last and most beloved of his children was born. The child was undoubtedly blessed by the gods with the deep blue eyes of the father, the mother's beauty and hair of a rare shade of red that it was purple under the sun; something Aeolus had often jested as the product of his strawberry-blonde mixed with Deiopea's blue-black. But more importantly, the babe inherited what his deceased children dreamed of possessing, divinity.
"It was to be expected." Poseidon said when Aeolus and Deiopea presented the infant to him. "A god's offspring with a mortal rarely becomes divine but a child with a nymph is never mortal."
The god of the sea cradled the baby for the first time and smiled at the sound of its laughter.
"She adores you, father." Aeolus noted.
Poseidon arched an eyebrow and flashed an amused grin. "You passed on your affinity for the Air element to her but I dare say she is attracted to Water or it could be that Water is strongly attracted to her and she is aware of it. Rain and rain clouds, those I see."
"Lord Neptune, would you agree if we christen her in your presence?" Deiopea asked.
"I would be delighted to preside over her christening." The Olympian replied.
Still holding the child, he raised his trident which glowed and illuminated the whole of the throne room in his palace beneath the waves. In a low rumbling voice which seemed to shake the entire ocean floor, he spoke, "I, Poseidon, god of the sea, second only to Zeus the Thunderer bear witness as we name thee…"
He lifted the child with one hand and waited as Deiopea, whose inherent right it was as the babe's mother, named her, "Apellia."
"Apellia…" Poseidon continued, "Child of my child therefore mine as well, I confirm your Right of Divinity and welcome you to the congregation of the deathless gods."
At that moment, the light from Poseidon's trident waned and, not long after, was completely extinguished. The Naiads, the lesser gods of the sea, the Nereids and other attendants in Poseidon's underwater kingdom cheered.
But the divinities – Poseidon, Aeolus, Triton, Nereus and Proteus – froze in shock. Deiopea froze in horror.
This was not supposed to happen. The trident should not have lost its luminescence yet.
And yes, it meant that something was wrong.
"Apellia," called a young man who patiently waited on the young maiden. "I say it is about time to wed. I have long exhausted my patience on this overdue preparation. Surely, you do not want to get married in winter, do you? Say aye and I will secure thy father's blessing."
Apellia ignored his proposal and finished stringing her bow. She secured her armguards and tested her weapon by drawing on the string. Satisfied, she finally looked at the young man who smiled at her, hiding all the traces of annoyance at the girl's reluctance. She smiled sweetly in return.
"I have answered your question a hundred times already, Raiha. But I'm afraid I still have to give you the same answer. I am truly sorry."She stated apologetically as she placed a hand on her bosom in an affected manner.
Squinting so that she could see the far end of the field nearest her father's palace despite the bright midafternoon sun, she signaled towards the two companions waiting for her command.
"Is there no way I could change your mind?" Raiha implored using the softest tone he could muster.
As though hearing nothing, Apellia gripped her bow tighter and shouted, "Anytime you're ready, Domon."
"Yes, Lady Apellia." The brawny man answered and winked at the maiden.
Maya whacked the loyal guard's head and threw death glares at him warning him not to fantasize about their mistress. Domon smiled sheepishly and focused his attention on the task at hand. Picking up one from a pile of clay discuses specially made for the Aeolian princess, he readied to assist her in her favorite sport.
Unannounced, Domon threw the disk with all his might. Apellia, seeing that the discus was airborne, quickly took an arrow from her quiver, nocked it and drew in one smooth motion. She aimed for the briefest moment and released. Seconds later, they heard the sound of shattering clay.
The arrow found its mark.
Domon flung another and another and another. And every time, Apellia hit her target until only one discus was left. On that last shot before she could release the arrow, Raiha pulled a dagger out of his belt and threw, hitting the disk and ending Apellia's little game.
He turned and walked away but after only three steps, he stopped and looked back.
"Next time, I do not wish to see you wear something so revealing." He hissed as he raked his eyes over the short green hunting frock that barely covered her thighs, sneered then left.
Maya and Domon ran towards her; when they were near her and she was sure that Raiha was no longer in the field, she squealed in frustration and stomped her foot.
"Did he reprimand you again?" Domon asked.
"What do you think?" Apellia questioned rhetorically. "Maya let's go home. I'm no longer in a good mood today. I'm sorry we can't help you clean this mess, Domon." She spun her sandaled heels and walked towards the palace.
"Lord Raiha is getting impatient, is he?" Maya opened when they reached the suite of rooms swathed in luxurious lavender satin. Receiving no answer, the attendant continued, "Apellia, you should be three years married by now. Custom dictates that a maiden of fifteen is ready for marriage. For Juno's sake, you're already eighteen and still a virgin. Lord Raiha has a right to be impatient." Maya said as she closed the double doors to Apellia's chambers.
"Can we not talk about virginity?" She replied sporting a disgusted look. "You know I'm not ready to get married. And Raiha, I like him, yes; but, he's more like a brother to me and I hate it when he treats me like I'm a damsel-in-distress because I am not one." She ranted while seating herself like an Indian on a divan.
"Is that why the Governor-General of Strongyle is in the throne room ranting about incooperation?" Deiopea's voice went ahead of her as she emerged from Apellia's boudoir followed by two ladies-in-waiting.
Apellia sighed as she faced her mother with pleading eyes. Deiopea smiled at her only child and instructed all the attendants to leave the receiving room. Apellia sat straight when Deiopea seated herself beside her daughter.
"Tell me what troubles you, dearest." She crooned when the attendants left.
Apellia buried her face in her hands and muttered, "for the life of me, mother, I can not marry Raiha. Yes, I love him, in a way, but I'm not in love with him." She looked at the queen with a face twisted by discomfiture. "Am I making sense?" She added.
"I understand what you mean, dear." She replied while she ran a hand to smooth the tangles in the girl's hair. "Remember this child, no one is going to force you in this."
"Raiha and his father are trying. And one of the things that I hate the most is that Raiha is wooing me only because his father tells him to." She sulked.
Deiopea giggled. "The point is, your father and I won't. For us, the most important decision regarding your marriage will come from you. It may not be Raiha but your husband-to-be is out there, somewhere."
Apellia sighed deeply wondering what it was like to be truly in love and who would make her feel that.
Apellia shrugged her shawl higher up her shoulders fending off the cold night breeze, her fine cotton dress incapable of doing so, as she leaned on the balcony railing. Autumn was indeed just around the corner and she could feel it from the shifting winds. She fingered the edge of the fabric wrapped around her and gazed at the intricately woven pattern with sparkling blue orbs. It told the story of Daphne and how the god Apollo pursued her.
Was she like Daphne? Always running away from love and prospects of marriage, no matter how desirable the match was. What if Cupid did not interfere in the nymph's affairs? Would there be a possibility for Daphne to fall in love with the Archer-god? Or could she have possibly found a man she could fall in love with on her own?
What was it like to have someone who loves you, truly loves you? A love that was strong enough that a man would willingly follow a woman until the ends of the earth. And yet, Apollo was rejected. How much did it hurt to be rejected by the very first love of your life?
Ack! Too many questions that would never find answers. She should stop analyzing stories too much. Apellia thought. The events of the past could no longer change and Daphne would remain to be Apollo's beloved laurel tree which will forever wreathe the brow of his victors.
"Apellia," a tender voice called her.
She turned and smiled even before she came face to face with her father.
"Your mother tells me you are deeply troubled. I think it is quite time for us to have a small talk." Aeolus said as he stood beside his daughter.
Her face immediately fell and she moved to face the far off horizon where the full moon climbed higher up the sky with the stars twinkling away.
After taking one deep breath, she muttered, "Father, I can not marry Raiha."
"I know. And I'm not forcing you to. I have already spoken with the governor and there really isn't much he could do. I am king, after all." He playfully winked at her.
Apellia chortled. "You enjoy exercising your power and authority too much, father. Now, I think I'm feeling sorry. I hope you were gentle." She joshed as she gently slapped her pater's arm.
Aeolus grinned at his daughter's little, and very unlady-like, gestures. He had often wondered why his daughter grew up to be such a woman of many contradictions. She was well-pampered but despite that kind of upbringing, she never became clingy; she was rather very independent. She had many guards offering the best security with Maya and Domon at her disposal at any hour but she'd rather fight than run from any dispute. She was born with access to the most dainty things and beauty from the gods themselves but she was never vain. In fact, he dreaded that she'd decide she was more male than she was female.
She had an appetite for knowledge that rivaled Tantalus' hunger. But most of all, she was born with a heart that was as strong and as brave as the best of heroes. She'll make it through any obstacle that comes her way. Even the ones he'll put her through.
"Father, you said we needed to talk." What is it that you want to talk about?" Apellia asked when she noticed Aeolus spacing out.
Aeolus smiled a fond smile at the last of his children. "Do you know why we went to Delphi about a month ago?" He asked.
She smiled sheepishly. "Okay, I honestly don't know."
Apellia may not know why her father insisted that she accompany him to Delphi but she absolutely can not forget the trip.
"Never forget this day, lovely Apellia." She remembered Phoebus tell her while he cupped her face with both his strong hands making her blush.
And she blushed again at the thought of the god's proximity earning an arched eyebrow from Aeolus who noticed that his daughter's face turned pink.
"Stop playing with me, father, and tell me already, please." Apellia quipped as she covered her cheeks with both her hands.
Aeolus chuckled at his daughter's reaction. He gently ruffled the young girl's long tresses. He'll miss moments like this.
"It is no secret to you how your brothers and sisters died." The King of Winds began.
Apellia immediately pouted. This was a topic she always refrained discussing due to its morbid nature.
Aeolus knew this and said, "I know how you hate to talk about these things but for now, we must."
"Must we? I do not see why we have to."
Apellia was determined not to have this conversation but Aeolus felt otherwise and opened the topic before his daughter wheedled her way out of it by reciting a verse –
Aeolus, son of Hellen and Poseidon alike,
Immortal father of mortal kings,
By your hand, half thy children dead.
The rest, by their wicked ways.
"It was not your fault, father." Apellia stated with grim determination.
"Diretly or indirectly, it was, Apellia. It was."
"What does that have to do with our visit to Delphi?" She asked irately.
"I had a dream, " he began but Aeolus paused unsure if he should share that specific dream with her because it was not just a colorful play of colors behind his closed lids; it was also a memory.
So he opted to meet things halfway. "Among my children, you are the only divine but… you do not belong with the deathless gods."
An ephemeral vision of a trident's dimming glow…
Apellia looked at her father with confusion evident in her features. She had often heard that amongst the Aeolids, she was the special one. But to be a goddess of sorts and yet be subject to death, this she could not comprehend.
"In Deplhi, I found out that it would be my decisions, again, that would endanger your life." He explained. "If I were to make one wrong decision for you, you would die."
Apellia vehemently shook her head. "Father, there must be a mistake. Eighteen years passed and apparently nothing bad happened to me."
"You were not ripe yet." He nonchalantly answered. "Apellia, listen to me…" And he told her of his meeting with the Delian god and repeated the prophetic verse he was given.
At the peak of flowery youth,
The last petal shall fall
Lest the root let her wander
Towards the life-giving blue.
"Phoebus Apollo does not make mistakes. And I would not have you dead like your brothers and sisters. Understand that what I want you to do is not easy but it is what's best for you." Aeolus pleaded while he cupped her cheeks willing his seventh daughter to grant his wish.
Apellia had always been daddy's little girl and despite the foreboding feeling she had, she could not deny her father's request. She closed her eyes, breathed deeply and said, "What is it that I am to do?"
Aeolus smiled but a sad smile it was. He kissed his daughter's forehead, the last for possibly a very long time and spoke, "I want you to leave Lipara and the Aeolian Islands. Go far where my decisions will have no effect on you. Live anew in Lydia, your mother's home and cross the sea, the life-giving blue.
Lydia was one of the more prominent kingdoms in Asia Minor. It was home to the famous Lydian archers, the symbolic labrys and known for the vast deposits of gold in the River Pactolus where Midas relinquished his golden touch.
It was once the home of Deiopea and now, she would have to embrace it once again. But she will not do it alone. She had Apellia with her.
Because she was naturally born Lydian, she was welcomed with open arms and, in extension, so was Apellia. Since she was a nymph from the suite of Juno, the Temple of Sardis where the goddess was highly venerated took them in and gave Deiopea a position of high office.
There in her assigned room, Apellia contemplated on the life she left behind: her home, her friends, her father. She still could not grasp why she needed to leave and why she agreed to it, for that matter.
"Lady Apellia, the queen wishes you to join her in the garden." Domon's voice boomed from outside her bedroom door.
Yes, her personal guard/childhood friend was allowed to accompany her and her mother on this plight on account of 'security issues' and his capability to remain inconspicuous, according to Domon himself. Inconspicuous her foot! But she was glad the big man was able to convince her father.
At least, she gets to keep one more thing in her life.
"Domon, don't you dare call mother queen again. We talked about that. And please, drop the lady when you call or speak to me just like we do in private. Tell her to give me a few minutes." She shouted in response and heard him walk away.
She was sorting the things she brought with her. Most of the clothes she brought along were hunting frocks, one or two formal dresses, a few leggings and tunics; all of them were either in a shade of green or immaculate white. No longer would she be forced to wear anything in the royal shade of purple because, her new life didn't include her being royalty.
She was quite ready to live a new life… QUITE.
Apellia looked outside the wide window of her new room, considerably smaller than the one she had in Lipara but she didn't mind. It faced the east side garden around the temple. She figured her mother was waiting in the west side garden where she was most likely savoring the last rays of the sun for the day.
A few children were playing in the garden and a little boy with coppery red hair caught her attention. Most Lydians had dark hair and so the said boy was easily singled out. She was briefly reminded of her father. True, he had strawberry-blonde hair but she'd be lucky to encounter someone with the same shade this side of the world.
She would have completely dismissed the boy, really. She had a more interesting hair color, after all. But it was what he held that changed her mind.
Up and down the blue ball bounced followed by her eyes which were equally blue. And at one moment, no longer subject to gravity's force but by the little boy's hand which was holding it aloft.
Reminiscence of a time when her father gave her a ball similar to what she saw came and her father told her, "When you can defy gravity not with thy hands but by the strength of your will, then you shall be ready, Child of the Wind."
She assumed that he meant the proficiency of her use of her power but she couldn't shrug off the feeling that he was hinting at something else.
Apellia tried to keep it a secret from her father. She had meant to show Aeolus her control of the Air element, which she perfected quite recently, on her birthday. Sadly, she and her mother left before that. But maybe, just maybe, Aeolus already knew.
That was when the grief came and overwhelmed her.
She quickly averted her gaze from the boy and his ball. Look at anything, anything but that. She chanted to herself. Her blue eyes landed on the intricately wrought iron frame of the mirror where her own face greeted her. But there was no spark of recognition in those cerulean eyes almost as if the reflection belonged to a stranger. She curiously approached it and reached out until her fingers met cold glass.
Change – that was what she needed. A flicker of light caught her eye. The object responsible for it was placed on an ottoman not too far away and answered her dire need.
Picking up a bejeweled dagger, a gift from her father which came with a beautifully carved wooden bow given to her before she left the Aeolian Islands, she studied herself in the mirror once more.
She held the dagger at an angle and positioned it at the side of her head. And with great force… started hewing her hair.
A great mass of purple strands collected at her feet, her sight blurred by the tears that pooled in her eyes. But she could distinctly distinguish her tresses from her face which had gone pale.
It was short, her hair; too short that if she wore her leggings and tunic, she could be mistaken for a boy if she could somehow hide the feminine curves of her body.
"Apellia, what is taking you so long?" Deiopea asked as she entered her daughter's room. She was mortified by the scene that greeted her and choked out, "What, in Saturn's name, do you think you're doing?"
Moving rapidly, Deiopea grabbed the dagger before her daughter thought of cutting more things other than her hair and placed it on the far end of the ottoman. She wrapped an arm around the young girl in an attempt to liven her circulation since Apellia had turned deathly white.
"The old me could never live the new life I want for myself." She absentmindedly said. She looked at her mother whose face contorted with concern and pleaded, "Please, mother, from now on, call me Fuuko." She sobbed as her tears finally fell.
Finally, she was ready to live a new life.
Hellen: do not let the name fool you. This one's male and the founder of the Greece, Aeolus' grandfather.
Aeolus: he is in fact a very ambiguous character. Three people share this name and I decided to combine aspects of all these three personages into one. Supposedly he is not immortal but since some cultures consider him to be so, I chose to use that belief. He originally had twelve children but I found that there are seven sons attributed to him and six daughters (sometimes even seven if we include Arne but for this fic it is Arne who is his mother). All of these children however, belong to Enarete. Of Deiopea, ther were no children attributed to her and it fit perfectly as the background of Fuuko/Apellia's identity. Of these two wives, there is nothing that I could add that was not mentioned in the narrative that would be relevant to the story.
The Twelve Olympians: a quick look in Wikipedia would satisfy your curiosity of them and is suffeicient for whatever roles they may play in this fic. (The Titans as well)
Boreas, Zephyr, Notus and Eurus- the gods of the winds of the compass rose – North, West, South and East respectively.
The water divinities aforementioned:
Naiads and Nereids – water and sea nymphs
Triton and Proteus: other sons of Poseidon
Nereus – the son of the Titan Pontus and cousin of sorts to Poseidon
Vocabulary and context disambiguation:
 and  – please refer to mythological cross-referencing for in depth analysis
Aeolids - collective name for the children of Aeolus
Anemoi and Thuellai - various names for the destructive forces of the storm winds
Tartarus – the realm of the dead; the Underworld
Labrys – a double-edged, long-shafted axe which in various cultures represent the thunderbolt but more commonly used as a symbolism for power and authority specially of women, hence a symbol of matriarchy.
I would explain this by giving you guys brief descriptions and histories of the Aeolids and other mentioned Greek myths.
Tantalus – a king who is punished in the underworld by forever trying to relieve his hunger by trying to pick up the fruits of a tree which grew taller every time he reached or a river which ran deeper every time he leaned to have a drink. (Poor guy but he deserves it. Wiki would be the simplest source if you want to know his story a bit more)
The Aeolids: this will explain the passages…
The seven sons:
Sisyphus: King of Corinth. Betrayed Zeus and ended up in the Underworld forever in a spinning wheel. He is the grandfather of Bellerophon (hero).
Salmoneus: King of Elis. Pretended to be Zues and commanded his subjects to worship him instead of the god. Therefore… ended up dead. (Deluded yes. And clearly wanted the immortality he never inherited from his father). The father of Tyro (one of the famous women of Greece), great grandfather of Jason of the Argonauts and Nestor of the Trojan War. (I did say in the passages that the House of Aeolus begat many heroes and fair maids right)
Deioneus/ Deion: King of Phocis. Not as important as his descendants: Cephalus, Nisus, Asterodia and Odyssues. (told ya!)
Macarues/ Macar: The first to die… I think. Committed suicide after having incest with his sister.
Perieres: King of Messenia, some say Sparta. Father of Tyndareus, grandfather of Castor and Clytemnestra (Helen of Troy and Pollux don't count because they are the children of Zeus not Tyndareus)
Athamas: King of Orchomenus/ Thebes. Driven mad and tried to make his son immortal by boiling him… ALIVE! (sick Aeolids and their obsession with immortality). Father of Phrixus of the Golden Fleece, Melicertes who was turned into the lesser sea-god Palaemon (what do you know. They do succeed) and grandfather of Atlanta (the only female Argonaut.)
Cretheus: King of Thessaly. Died when the sons of his wife Tyro (yes the Tyro from above. Incest was rampant in the Royal houses of Ancient Greece. In fact I think if I weren't lazy I could connect everyone in this fic in one huge family tree. LOL) came back to help their mother when the king remarried.
Of the daughters only two were prolific:
Canace- given a dagger by Aeolus with which she was to kill herself for committing incest with her brother [I am sorely tempted to mention that it is this same dagger I had Fuuko use to cut her hair. I know I'm sick. But that's the truth behind greek myth. They're either heroic stories or sick tragedies.]
Alcyone – committed suicide after her husband Ceyx died in a storm at sea. [and well we know who causes the storms at sea clue… Aeolus. LOL. I really am sickeningly evil today]
The rest were: Peisidike, Calyce Perimede and Tanagra.
All of these children were dead even before the start of this fic.
Of Daphne and Apollo:
The story is found in Ovid's Metamorphoses and is in fact one of my favorites.
In connection with From the Books of Ovid: FBO was inspired by Daphne and Apollo hence its title. And since Sodales is an offshoot of FBo, we could say it was inspired by that too.
A/N: I hope this was informative I do hope you like this enough to review.
Warning: I did not proof-read.