Title: White As Snow, Black As Pitch...
Series: Riven (Prequel To Asunder): Prologue
Author: Druid
Feedback: Yes, please! I can't improve if you don't tell me what
needs working on at ardcypher5@hotmail.com
Pairings: None (Pre-slash this chapter)
Series Category: Humor, Drama, angst, etc. (But not all at the same
time!)
Website:
Archive: Sure, go for it! Just tell me where my errant child's being
bundled off.
Rating: NC-17 eventually in the series, but not in this one. :(
Disclaimer: Actually, I borrowed them from Scribe `cause SHE owns
them. Don't let anyone else tell ya any different!
Author's Note: The term `pooft' that you will find in this chapter is
borrowed from The Childhood/Growing up Series by Corona. Love that
story!
~*~*~*~*~*~
Olympus had exploded into a frenzy of bustling and commotion three
days ago and Cupid didn't like it one bit.
The first day, Mommy had woken him up in the middle of the night and
bundled him off to stay with his Auntie Hes. That wouldn't have been
so bad (Auntie Hes gave great hugs!), but something felt...itchy in
his head and then Mommy didn't even give him another goodnight kiss
before she pooft away. Mommy never left without giving him kisses...
The second day, she still wasn't back. Auntie Hes tried to make him
feel better by taking him to visit some of her `shippers. And even
though they cooed at him and told him how cute he was, he still
wasn't happy `cause it wasn't the same as when Mommy did it. But
where was she?
The third day, she came back. She didn't pooft, though. Even Auntie
Hes was surprised to see her walk through the temple doors. She
looked so tired, but she still took his hand and, slowly, they wound
their way back home. Cupid's little legs were hurting by the time
they got back to their temple, but he didn't say anything because he
couldn't escape the feeling that something important had happened.
But, today, nobody would tell him what it was.
~*~*~*~*~*~
2 Weeks Later...
~*~*~*~*~*~
The winged Godling of Love slowly crept up so as not to wake his
quarry. It's protectors having gone into the main chamber of his
father's temple to talk to each other (in really big words); he
silently padded up to the lair of this strange new creature to see if
he could sneak a peek. He had to be careful, though, `cause lots of
people had said the thing could be dangerous.
Flapping his wings to boost himself up onto a nearby chair, he tried
to see the...whatever-it-was that had kept everybody so excited, and
busy, these last weeks. Craning his neck to try and see, he didn't
notice the chair starting to tilt. Just as the creature started to
come into view, his perch finally toppled over, sending him face-
first into its den.
Not knowing what would happen, he quickly picked himself up and tried
to get out of wherever he was. Attempting to lift himself over the
side, he accidentally kicked something soft and moving. Fearfully
turning his head to see what he was trapped with, his jaw dropped.
Lying there, looking right at him, was a little person.
Having never seen a little person before, he crept down to peer into
its face. It made little `burble' sounds, blew spit bubbles (which
he thought was neat), and tried to grab his nose. He was so
enthralled by this new being that he missed the pieces of
conversation wafting in from the main hall.