Lady Propolos Heacte (lady_hecate) wrote in the_greeks, @ 2010-05-17 02:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | hades, hekate, poseidon, zeus |
The Drawing of Lots
Who : Hecate, Hades, Poseidon, Zeus
What : Drawing lots for the kingdoms
Where : The crumbled remains of the castle at Mount Othrys
Rating : TBA, but not likely very high
The castle lay in ruins, broken relics of what had been scattered across the dais like broken glass. Dark eyes moved over the overturned throne, scanned the destroyed stonework and tapestries. This had been a great room once, and she herself had a great many memories within the walls of her brethren. In that moment she felt incredibly old, these walls where here long before the princes where even a glimmer in their mother’s eye, this was the house of her childhood and it was by her hand that it had crumbled stone by stone. Looking at the destruction she thought that no one could ever deny that she was her father’s daughter. Lord Perses, the Titan god of destruction, would be proud. And like her mother, Lady Asteria (or even more so then her mother), she was gifted with the ability to see more than most would desire, she saw three ways, past, present and future and it had been her and only her that knew that there was no other way. That the princes would need to overpower their father and he had his. The third reign. Three princes. Three kingdoms. Always by three.
Hecate turned around, her fingers massaging the velvet bag thoughtfully; Her stoic stare meeting three sets of eyes, she could feel the three stones turning within the bag, one back, one blue and one white. They had chosen to draw lots for their kingdoms, had all decided it was only fair. Within her bag where three rocks, one black for the underworld, one blue of the oceans and one white for the skies. And she knew each prince had his mind set to what he wanted. She could see their paths strung out in front of them, a spider web of choices, and she knew once they reached into her bag their paths would each be cut down by two thirds.
Hecate curtsied low to the floor, so low that he hands touched the stone of the dais. “My Princes,” she greeted reverently before starting to stand again slowly, as she stood she added “Who will soon to be my Kings.” The ghost of a smile falling over her supple lips.