Nyx -part 1- (26/07/09)




The area was dreadful and certainly not the kind of place the Goddess of the Night should be dwelling in (especially in these shoes).


But unfortunately for Nyx, she had no idea how she had gotten here and where 'here' was.


She did not fathom how she could one moment be home in Greece and now suddenly here.

'Her' and 'here', did not go hand in hand.


The floor was soft and slimy and disgusting.


Everything she touched dirtied her hands.

And---


What was that?

Something in the forest had made an abrupt noise.


An animal? She could not see it, but the sound certainly hadn't come from afar.
How dare it disturb her travel?


If it had the nerve to get closer whe would certainly tell it what her husband, Kreios, would do to anyone or anything that dared to bother Nyx.

The shadow demon was still distracted by the disturbance as she walked on.


The penalty for not paying attention in a forest: her heel sunk into the wet moss.



...


...


The horned woman sat up, calm as ever on the outside.


The Queen of the Underworld lifted up her hands.

They trembled.


She shrieked hysterically and lashed out at the shrubbery in an attempt to get the slimy, wet, thing off her fingers.

However, the woman did not feel that her action had done justice to her feelings and she flailed her arms around some more, hitting most of the poor plants in her vicinity.


Her beautiful hair was now a mess and full of dirty twigs. Did they not know who she was?


Finally, she got back on her feet again. She needed to forget her stumble, nobody could know she had been in such a disgraceful state.



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