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Happy Birthday! Here's a little something to further your incessant need for absolutely no companionship whatsoever! Enjoy!

Rhea stared at the letter, blankly, recognizing her sister, Megeara's, handwriting. The red brown eyes moved from the parchment to a leather bound journal. She sighed, furrowing her eyebrows. Really guys? 'Further your incessant need for absolutely no companionship whatsoever'? Gee. Thanks. She leaned back against her bed cushions, holding the journal up for inspection. What were you supposed to put in these things??? Finally, she flopped over onto her stomach, opened up the book to its fresh, empty, first page and pulled the pen from her messenger bag that was on the foot of the bed. Tapping it against her cheek, she hesitated. Taking the lid off of the pen, she pressed it to the paper and started writing.


I have few memories from before my father left my brother and I in the care of King Creon. I know that he was a great warrior...one who's name was heralded by city dwellers during the times of war. What vague glimpses of the past that I DO have, I remember him storming in, scooping me up in his arms, brown eyes shining with glory from a recent conquest. But as the gods grew more bored and angry...so the wars increased. And where there was war...there was my father.

After mother passed away, we were juggled from house keeper to house keeper. But two children under the age of seven grew hard on the elderly women in the town. Despite my father's reputation...scarce few women in the city would allow us refuge. In such times of distress, food was scarce and they could barely afford to feed their own children...much less take on two more mouths. Luckily, due to a past victory and alliance, the King of Corinth offered to take us in as his wards. He assured father that both my brother, Amphilochus, and I would be well taken care of – treated as well as his own children – and would never want for anything. Father hastily agreed and we were collected by the royal soldiers...instead of taken there by Father himself. He could not bother to take us as far off as Corinth, with a war in Athens brewing.

What the king had assured us was true...we were dressed in finery...silks, golds, and jewels. We each had our own large bedrooms...with windows that outlooked the beautiful gardens and captured the light just perfectly at sunset. We had attendants and private tutors. Every day our lessons continued and branched anywhere from war and politics (for my brother), fashion and etiquette (for myself), as well as our letters and maths. Great philosophers visited from near and far. We were enthralled by the glamour and glitz that surrounded the palace. The lavish foods and toys...For nearly a decade we grew in the midst of such splendor – and attended many a party in the evenings or after any battle won. Still...no matter how many wars were finished, Father still did not come home.

One of my old philosophy tutors once told me - "There are many transformations that one undergoes in their existence. Some during life, and some after death." If my first transformation was to go from a simple soldier's daughter to the ward of royalty...my second transformation came at the eve of my sixteenth year.

King Creon often hosted three parties a night...perks of being wealthy, I suppose. Not that I complained back then. I remember sitting across from my elder brother, laughing hard at some jest he made. I raised my hand, signaling a servant to come and bring the pitcher of wine. Taking it from the young girl, I turned to Lord Ambrosios, who was seated between myself and My Lord. He was a tall man...around the age of five and twenty. His hair was shortly cropped and curly, bleached blonde from the sun. His eyes were a deep green and he was easy to smile and laugh. He was also a glorious fighter. In truth, he was a very handsome man, who was under the watchful eye of many a woman. I did not fool myself into believing that my feelings for him were that of love. However, I was nearing a proper age for marriage. I could do worse than a handsome husband who is kind and generous. Perhaps My Lord Creon would approve.  

Picking up the wine pitcher, I leaned over to refill his cup. I smiled up at Lord Ambrosios, who returned my gesture. Sitting back down and resting the pitcher on the table, I saw laughter gleaming in my brother's gray eyes. He hid his smile by popping a grape into his mouth. The fool thought it a sport, women striving for husbands. As if he had no suitors himself. I glared at him and he finally grinned. I could hear him in my head now – 'Honesty Tiff? Throwing yourself at him? I can see that working SO well.'

I turned my attention instead to My Lord and Ambrosios. To my pleasure, he was watching me with interest. I took care to appear to coy – an act which had my brother choking on his wine. I had half a mind to spread peppers in his bed clothes...

"I have given much thought lately to settling down..." My heart soared at the words and my brother groaned. I smiled sweetly as I stretched my leg out under the table to kick him in the shin. Lord Ambrosios continued.

"I have travled far and wide and seen many a beauty. But none quite like you, Tisiphone." HAH! I bit down my pride at his words as he turned to my foster father. "Is she truly only ten and five?"

"Sixteen on the morrow, son. Do you fancy her?"

"Like non other, my good King. Would that she'd make a handsome bride."

I sat up straight, bangs falling over my chocolate eyes as king Creon examined me. A woman cleared her throat and I, along with all else, turned to look at the Queen. She was standing tall and radiant in her pale blue chiton and she had her gaze fixed on me with a sour expression. I could not understand why. Truly, I had always admired her.

She turned her eyes to her husband. "I apologize, darling. I feel quite faint. I wish to retire for a short while."

King Creon raised his hand and she kissed his knuckles reverently. Straitening, she fixed her gaze upon me again. "Tisiphone. Might you join me?"

I was shocked. Rarely did the queen ever ask me to join her ANYWHERE. I bid farewell to the men, kissed My Lord's knuckles, and fell in behind My Lady. We walked a short way down the winding corridors in complete silence. What must I say? As soon as I opened my mouth to speak, she spun on me, gripping my upper arm like a vice, and pulled me into an empty servant's quarter. The woman roughly pushed me against the wall and I cried out.

"You whore."

The words sliced through me like a knife. What? A...A...I was so confused. I was still pure! As Artemis the Maiden herself be true, I had never been with a man. Before tonight, I had rarely spoken with any beyond my brother, my tutors, and my king. Why was she calling me such a foul name?! "My Lady! What...what have I done to displease you so?"

My words were shaky and I could feel bruises forming under her fingertips that were still gripped around my arm. She shook me violently and then tossed me onto the floor. Her eyes were cold and dark and empty. I swear I saw Nemisis herself within the Queen. But for what, I knew not. Her voice was flat and devoid of any emotion besides fury when she spoke. "You are seducing my husband."

WHAT?! I looked at her like she was crazed with an ailed mind. Was she mad? I was completely incapable of seducing ANYONE much less a man who was happily married and doted upon his wife incessantly. Truly, the king often refered to me as his daughter more over ward. It was only a fluke, itself, that Lord Ambrosious had called upon my hand this night. "I swear to you, Lady! I did no such thing!"

"You are young. You have been blessed by Aphrodite herself," The elder woman snapped at me. I knew that THAT part, was most CERTAINLY untrue. I have see true beauty, and I did not have it. But how do you plea your case with one who did not wish to listen? I crawled to her feet and gripped the fabric of her chiton. "I swear it! On the River Styxx, I DID NO SUCH THING."  

She kicked at me and I fell back as two large men stalked into the room. I glanced furitively at them, breath catching. What was going on?! They walked forward, one pulling a short rope from the purse on his belt. I felt a scream building in my throat and the Queen bent down to rip the golden necklace from around my throat...the very one that His Majesty had given me earlier in the evening as an early birthday present. "You will go where you belong, trolop."

I turned and tried to scramble to my feet...to run and find my brother. But as soon as I was upright, one of the men gripped me around my waist and dragged me back. The other roughly grabbed my arms and began binding them with the rope as I struggled and screamed. " MY LORD! LORD AMBROSIOS! AMPHILOCHUS...BROTHER!!!!"

A blow was delivered to the side of my head and blackness invaded my vision. I was taken from the palace...and from there – the second 'transformation' began.
***Name change to the story due to character confusion***


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I thought I'd finally get cracking on Rhea's background O_O Oh lord this is going to be a LOOOOONG fic. I'm basically retelling/rewriting mythology T___T

So part one -

***REAL MYTH*** Tisiphone was the daughter of Alcmaeon the soldier and the sister of Amphilochus. Her father left her and her brother in the care of King Creon of Corinth. The kings wife, so jealous of Tisiphone's beauty, sold her into slavery.


***ADDED BY ME***

No clue if there was ever any noble called Lord Ambrosios. However, Greek nobility at that time, normally started to find husbands around the age of 16. Many times, the girl's husbands would be anywhere between five years to thirty years beyond their age. I added most of the stuff in between the myth up above.

Chapter 1 - YOU ARE HERE

Chapter 2 - [link]

Chapter 3 - [link]

Chapter 4 - [link]

Chapter 5 - [link]

Chapter 6 - [link]

1668 words :iconlazycryplz:

Rhea/Tisiphone (c) ME



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((I'm now sorely tempted to draw her brother... >_>))
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Student Writer
Draw her bro!

She will never get sympathy from Vitalis *facepalm
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
LOL I dont want to XD because I know what happens in chapter 3. And it makes me torn between liking him and hating him!
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Student Writer
I sense betrayal in the air.
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
Somewhat lol
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Student Writer
Of course. That's the way things work :iconimhappyplz: If you get separated from your sibling-by-blood that you care for, you're gonna get betrayed.
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
XD LOL I can message you what happens...it'll probably be a few days before the actual chapter comes up! lol
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xVerdelet Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Student Writer
Nah. I'll wait~
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
K lol hopefully I'll finish two tonight. I'm kinda stuck on how I want to do this :/ I can insinuate that something bad happens...or I can up the rating on the fic for this chapter and elaborate -_-
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Rawrs-Bad-Ideas Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
167 points <3
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
^_^ *glomps*
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UNKNOWN82299 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
I love it <3. Poor Rhea ;-;
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
yup. Ohhhh her story only gets worse.
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UNKNOWN82299 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
She needs hugs ;___;
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
She would stiffin up and glare at you! There's a reason she's so...irritable and a loner now.
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UNKNOWN82299 Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
It's okay she would still get hugs even to her dismay ;)
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Fireflowermaiden Featured By Owner Dec 13, 2012  Hobbyist Artist
LOL XD
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