Stargazing , Stars & Stories

 

StarGazing; Stars and Stories

 

  ‘I’ve been reading books of Old, The Legends and the Myths.

 Achilles and his gold, Hercules and his gifts. ’

  -Something Just Like This.

 by Coldplay, The Chainsmokers.

 

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Metamorphios, transformation was a constant theme, a universeal one in both stories and as a fact of life in this and other realms.

 

 

Aries, the Ram for instance had shaped the lives of a brother and sister before in one form and others after for generations.

 

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 The pet ram of Zeus had saved them from their evil step mother, but as they flew over the ocean his sister lost her life to the spot that would bear her name and be the cradle, home and burial plot of many a legendary hero and craven villian. The Hellespont

 

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Jason wouldn’t have made it far in his Quest for the Fleece if Medea hadn’t beguiled the serpent who guarded it or betrayed her own royal kin and later brother for them to reach freedom. Though perhaps it might have saved them from the tradey and misery that plaugued them both or perhaps fate would have found a way anyway. It usually does.

 

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She gazed upon the fleece gleaming with stories, could feel it’s histories in her blood and bone, echoing even at touching distance. But she refrained it was not her’s to do with as she pleased. It felt so wrong for it to lay here though amongst the collection of a dark deal making being. Not only because of it’s history for it was a piece of her and others in the forests’ past and legacy. But think of the good it could do..but then wars and the like had been fought over it before. King’s made and fell by it, but it could also save her brother just as it had done years ago. She was willing to pay the price in blood, sweat and tears if she must..Even if she could but borrow it..or use a patch surely that would be enough.

 

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Stargazing , Stars & Stories part2

 

Perseus, Pegasus, Bellephon, Hercules , Chimera.. Emma, Aal

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“Least it’s not Chimera..” Her ears perked up. Her eyebrows shooting up into her hair. True Emma and snow had just gotten back from back home where apparently. Their we’re swarms of Ogres on the loose again. She grounded her teeth her canines lowering down a few inches at the thought and she gripped her fork tighter till her knuckles went white. {Bloody, Blasted Beasts} She mentally snarled darkly.

 

She breathes in deeply through her nose and glances up toward the window as she let’s it out trying to remain calm she wasn’t the one who was gonna make a mess and or ruin the homecoming party for Snow and Emma. Though the Ex- Evil Queen was here per their younger Princess’s invite..so .mood kinda werid ish but still. She’d declined having some of the lasagna half in wary, leery princlple. Half there we’re pepper flakes in there she didn’t do spicy stuff..and I mean..erm there was a reason Snow wouldn’t touch apples now. She rather loved them herself and also that whole apple turn over incident. She glances over toward Henry from her fave booth in sympathy.

 

Man, that poor kid no wonder him and Archie we’re tight. More deep quick breathes, don’t go down that rabbit hole. But it really burned her buscuits and made her blood boil. Half of the stuff the woman had down in town let alone other palces and the list was long. Focus on something postive..think.think think.. Emma’s first Enchanted Forest Adventure/Epic Quest!. Oh yes, mummy daughter bonding..they needed that.

 

Her heart warmed and ached a little, she feel more then a mite homesick as well as hopeful..maybe they could get some news etc now? She had kin and loved ones etc on the other side she was dieing to find out about and their statuses. The closest to anything like home she had over here during the curse had been in movies and books, Espically. Clash of the Titans and Hercules, as well as the Arthurian Mythos. The former espically cause of the mythical creatures and Pegasus.

 

The founding father of those mythical race of horses, had been the son of Poseidien some said born when Peresus stuck Medusa’s head from her shoulders. He’d been adopted and cared for by Anthea and the Muses.

Thus becoming the steed of poets and warrior Heroes alike. She sighs softly proping her head on her hand as she looked through the window. Her body in these modern esqe Maine town but her mind and spirt yearned to be ..well who knew excatly how many miles away, winging on Pol, aka Polaris whomed she’d named for the North Star and her friend and steed was as faithful as that constant point. Searching for those and where her heart belonged. Where they all belonged.

 

She half didn’t notice a soft shadow slipping over the moon , as she softly hummed, go the distance, ‘I have oftened dreamed of a far off place where a great warm welcome would be waiting for me. And the crowds will cheer when they see my face. And a voice keeps saying this is where I’m meant to be.’

 

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