Antigone Grace Winchester - Princess of Troy (antigone_grace) wrote in utr_logs, @ 2008-12-30 00:07:00 |
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Current mood: | determined |
Entry tags: | antigone grace, moirae |
WHO: Antigone vs. Fate // Antigone vs. Winchesters
WHAT: The return of a Goddess
WHEN: Four days after she died
WHERE: Elysian Fields // Troy // Casa de Winchester
WARNINGS: Ummm?
"You know that this is wrong."
Antigone Grace heard the voice, even acknowledged it with a nod of her head, but she was too busy feeling. That she could feel again made all the difference. Not just her own feelings, but those of everyone around her, though no one was, mattered to her in a large way. She stood in the breeze, her eyes half-closed so that she could concentrate on the feelings rather than the facts.
"He told me once, that we weren't meant to be mortal. That it upset the balance." She still didn't focus on any one aspect in front of her. The thoughts swirling in her head were moving too fast.
"Your father can be very wise," came the calm voice of the Spinner, standing at her side and finally, Antigone turned to look at the youngest Fate. The goddess nodded and closed her eyes again.
"If I had known then what I know now, though?" She shook her head slowly and sighed, a small smile playing at her lips. She could feel the difference, and not just in the fact that she can feel again. Her body moves differently, her hair responds differently to a simple shake of her head. Even her lips are no longer cracked and dry like they had been at the end of her pregnancy.
Again, Fate doesn't need to know details; she knows already. "Our actions will define us, always."
Finally, Antigone opens her eyes to focus on Clotho, her expression serious. "And my actions?"
"Telling would be cheating, you know," comes a voice, much older, from her other side. And though the Destroyer is carrying her shears and thread that Antigone knows, just knows is hers, she isn't afraid.
"A hint never hurt anyone," she offers and she would swear that the Crone almost smiles.
Instead, the shears disappear in a movement too fast for even the goddess' eyes to see. Clotho ponders the silver thread in front of her and then a third woman appears as if from nowhere. "'Twill be rewoven." Antigone watches as Lachesis' slender hand runs down the thread and it heals to a fine golden color. "You can go."
"Go?" Antigone took a step back. "And where do I go?"
"You have already gone, dear Antigone."
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She sat up in bed, taking a deep breath that was more habit of the previous months than anything. It was when she went to take the second that she realized that she didn't need to.
"I'm me," she whispered and slid off the bed. It was then that she realized that the bed she had woken up in was not the bed at the Winchester house or even her own home in London. It was her old suite at the palace at Troy and her jaw dropped before delight took over.
Her bed, her marble vanity, the large mirror (and did she look AMAZING or what?), the balcony and there in the distance - if she looked just so - her beach! The bathroom, en suite, and sitting room... it was all the same!
A bit giddy, she did a small spin and flopped, stomach first, back on the bed before realizing that she was missing something. Her stomach. Her baby. Sam.
She stood and looked around again. No baby. No Sam. The memories came flooding back and she realized what had happened. "Oh, Gods."
Heading for the doors to the large room, she pulled on the large handle, starting only a little when the guards outside her door snapped to attention. Ignoring the thrill that shot down her spine at the thoughts that went through her mind, "- I'm back! I'm ME!", she demanded, "Who is in residence?"
The man on her right looked at the man on her left, shifted and finally looked at her. "Just Her Highness," he responded and Anne nodded, ducking back into her room.
She had to go find her son. And SAM. He was probably worried sick. With a simple thought (and what a joy THAT was to do again), Antigone changed into a pair of dark slacks and a black sweater to blend in before appearing in the dark nursery at Sam's house.