Blessed

Prologue

Selene wakes up slowly opening her eyes. The window in front of her starts filing with beautiful orange-pink light, the sound of seagulls and waves breaking the silence. She gets up slowly felling the pounding of a headache creeping up. Last night was filled with nightmares. She could feel her mother's pain in her dreams. The torture, hopelessness, fear, pain...

Mom could usually hide this from her a lot better but last night their dreams connected and Selene felt it all. Damn that oneroi ability.

Guilt gnawed at her. She didn't see her mom for over a month now. She knew that mitéra would never hold that against her but still...

With a sigh, Selene got up and dressed herself in a pink dress that resembled a greek toga.She went to the bathroom splashing some cold water on her face to try to erase the signs of sleepless night. It did nothing.

With a wave of hand she uttered - "Ánoixe".

A portal opened and she stepped in.

On the other side was a poorly lit cave like room that was empty besides one white antique looking basin. The mirror fountain was the only way to reach mom, to see her but never touch her, feel her embrace, her warmth...

Selene stepped up to the mirror fountain placing her hand on the glass water and said "Mitéra, are you awake?"

Almost instantly her mother appears looking pale and tired. She smiles a smile that never really reaches her eyes and says "You look terrible, kóri."

"Thanks, mom," Selene smiles and traces her fingers on her mothers cheek. If only she could feel her once, just once... But that is impossible. "How was your sleep?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Did you feel me? I'm sorry, moró. That bastard Epialés was bored last night and he sent two dark Oneroi to me. I tried really hard to fight them but obviously not hard enough.", anger flashed in her green eyes darkening them slightly.

Before her mother was killed and her spirit was trapped in a dimension between life and death, she was a powerful goddess. She wasn't an angel for sure and that meant she had a lot of enemies that waited long and patiently for revenge. Epialés was one of them.

"I'll help you next time," Selene promises.

"You can let me out of this prison and I can help myself, kóri," her mother says looking sad.

"You know it's not that easy, mitéra."

"I know," she answers and looks away. "I miss you and I love you. One day I'll get out of here and we will be together. I promise you."

Selene feels tears prickling her eyes. This is the reason she didn't come to see her for a month. It hurts too much. Seeing her like that, left out on the open for any attack, weakend... She can't take it. When she was a little girl she hoped and dreamed that her father would find a way for them to be a family. But she doesn't anymore. He gave her this mirror fountain when she was 20 years old and that is where his help ended. She sat in front of it for hours talking to her mom, soaking her face in her memory, listening to her voice. It's never enough but it's something.

"Don't cry, moró. I understand. You love your father and those filthy animals of his. You are far better person that I am. I would kill them all for hurting you and betraying me." Her eyes are flaming now, all her powers flaring up.

Yeah, releasing her would be bad for the humanity. Not to mention her dad. And the rest of the Olympians.

Selene closes her eyes, pushing back her emotions.

"Gotta go, mom," she says, "I'll visit more often, I promise."

She can see her mothers hand in the mirror fountain trying to touch her and her heart constricts painfully.

"Ok, Selene." she stretches her full lips in one of her sad smiles and nods.

Selene turns around waving her hand to open a portal and steps back into her apartment.

Once she's at home, tears spill from her eyes involuntarily and she wipes them away.

"I don't allow myself this kind of weakness.", she reminds herself and goes to the bathroom to splash some more cold water to her face. Selene looks at herself in the mirror, studying her face. Droplets of wather trickle down her supple skin and then she looks herself in the eyes.

Years before she was born, goddesses of fate foresaw that a child would be born out of powerful parents and that it will hold the destiny of all Olympian gods in it's hands. The child would have shimmering purple eyes. After that prophecy, all three of the Moirae disappeared without a trace.

Of course, the prophecy wasn't received with open hands everywhere. Like humans, gods do not like to have their fate at another's hands. Their enemies plotted to use the child and destroy the Olympians once and for all.

When the child was born, all of the Titans that were free, attacked mercilessly killing their way to the baby. Olympians fought against the onslaught and by the end of the battle, both sides were losing. Titans and their allies retreated and half of the Olympians were dead and other half was almost all out of power.

Once mighty deities were basically powerless. All because one child with swirling purple eyes.

Lost in thoughts, Selene looked in her eyes. They looked like purple quicksilver.

She suppressed the urge to scream. Why did it have to be her?

Her phone rang from the night table. She considered not answering it for a minute. She was tired. Although her dreams were plagued with nightmares, when she was awake she could feel emotions from all the humans in the world. Empathy was only one of the 'lovely' gifts she received upon birth. It took almost two hundred years of her life to learn to suppress that particular power. In the beginning when she would lose control and let all the emotions in , it would put her in catatonic state for months. She was always awake and feeling too much of everything trapped inside her mind. It was a miracle she wasn't crazy. Or crazier.

With another sigh, she walked over to her nightstand and the caller ID read Zeus.

Selene groaned and prepared herself for another moment and than she answered "Hey, dad... What's up?"