The Balled Of The Goddess And The Cyclops By Nadja Lee 21/03/01
English is not my native language. Please forgive me my mistakes.
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Timeline: Set in an
alternative universe
Universe: Set in an AU
Pairing: Scott/Ororo
Summary: It is told
that in ancient times there lived a Cyclops…and his love for a Goddess…
Archiving: Want, ASK,
take, have.
Feedback: Yes, please.
My e-mail address is neh@post10.tele.dk.
Rating: PG
Dedicated to: Helene,
Jemi, Misty and L. Burke. Thanks for your kindness and friendship.
Thanks to Christina
for the Beta.
Warning: Character
death!
*mmmm * is
telepathically thoughts spoken in the mind. “ mmmmm ” is spoken out loud.
Part 1:
It is told
That many years ago
When time was young
And the world was new
The Gods ruled
Over all mankind
A brave warrior was born
By a mortal woman
And the God of Compassion
The only God who
Held any kind feelings
Towards the fragile humans
Which the Gods had created
For their own amusement
The woman gave birth
In secret
But the King of the Gods
Saw her and
Punished her boldness
With the kiss of death
The God of Compassion
Begged for her life
His sister took pity on him
But spared only the child
Angered by his brother’s betrayal
The King of the Gods
Threw the God of Compassion
Over the edge of the world
And into eternal darkness
The King said that if
He’ll punish the woman’s people
With war and prosecution
He would be saved
Standing tall
The God of Compassion
Denied
Angered by his brother’s
Defiance
The King took away
His godliness
And pushed him over
Falling towards eternal darkness
Yet refusing to beg for help
The King felt a flicker of sadness
As he whispered his brother’s name…
Charles….
Twenty years passed
And the child
Grew up to be a man
Never knowing
Who his real parents were
Until one day
The sister who had saved him
Appeared before him
Summers,
She called him
And though the boy had known
No other human to this day
He remembered the sister’s
Soft and gentle voice
As he did the name
Summers, thou are a man
Of great importance
Thy father
Was my brother, now he
My brother came to me
Begging me to protect thou
For 20 years thou have
Lived under my protection
But now is the time for
Thou to know who thou are
And thy destiny
I named thee Summers
After the season
In which thou were born
Thy mother was a
Brave mortal woman
Holding great strength
And courage in her heart
Her name was Betsy but oh,
She was punished with
The kiss of death
By the King of the Gods, Magnus,
For daring to mingle with
The Gods
Who are thou, my Angel
Of mercy?
For thou must be a Goddess
And the Gods
I know
Care little or not
For the lives of mortal men
Like me
Summers, thou are not a
Mere mortal
Thou have the power
Of a God
I, Jean, Goddess of love and war, will
Unleash the power
Within thee
For thy quest
Thou`ll need it
And the sister
Touched the hero’s eyes
And out of them
A beam of light emerged
She had given him
A great curse and a
Great blessing
He was now a Cyclops
Brave and strong
But a warning she
Delivered
Hear me now, child,
And hear me well
Alone thou must
Wander and fight
For thy people
Against the Gods
And any injustice thou see
But thou must never
Give your heart away
If thou do that I’ll
No longer protect thee
The King’s wrath
Thou must always fear
I’ll shield thee
Protect thee
But break thy oath
Fall in love
And I’ll
Let the King’s wrath
Reach thee
The Cyclops agreed to all this
Eager to fight injustice
Fight for a dream of peace
And avenge his parents
Whose only crime
Had been a
Forbidden love
Time passed
The Cyclops fought
Many great battles
And with his power
And the sister’s help
He won them all
But then came
The day
Where he met
The Weather Goddess
She was rumoured to be
The most beautiful
Of all the Goddesses
Her hair as white
As new fallen snow
Her skin as brown
As leaves in autumn
And when the Cyclops
First saw her
He knew
The rumour was true
But oh, the King had heard
Of this rebelling warrior
Called Cyclops
And though unaware of his inheritance still
The King searched for him
But couldn’t find him
Due to the sister’s
Protection of the hero
Angered by his failure
To find the hero
The King had ordered
That should any of the Gods
Lay eyes on the hero
They were to kill him
At once
Also the Weather Goddess
Had been given this command
But when she saw
The hero
She fell in love
For the first time
In all her immortal
Existence
The hero remembered
The sister’s warning
But his heart conquered
Over his head
As he kneeled before the Goddess
And gave his heart away
The sister felt the hero’s heart
Change hands from hers to
The Weather Goddess’s
Angered she let her shield
Around the hero
Disappear and the King
Saw the two lovers
In a tender embrace
Laying eyes on the hero
The King saw his brother’s image
And he knew the truth
Angered by his very existence
And the Goddess’s disobedience
He appeared before them
And demanded that
The Goddess froze
The hero to ice
As the King’s heart
Had frozen
The Weather Goddess
Refused
Declaring her love
For the hero
As the hero did the same
For her
Fearless and forgetting
The sister’s warning
About the wrath of the King
The hero attacked the King
To protect his love
Filled with rage
The King froze the hero in time
Turning him into stone
The Weather Goddess
Pleaded the King
To curse her too
With the stone prison
He had given her lover
But the King refused
Years passed
And the Weather Goddess
Faded more and more
In her misery
For in the end to
Disappear
Only the breeze remained of her
And every time
The wind blows over the land
It is the Weather Goddess
Caressing the frozen face
Of her lover
Over the years
The stone of the hero
Crumbled and shattered
To always be able
To be near him
The Weather Goddess
Made a wind
Scatter the stone pieces all over the world
When tears falls from heaven
It is the sister
Crying for the two lovers
As they are unable to
Do so themselves
When a teardrop of rain
Falls on a stone
And glitters in the sunlight
The wind will gently kiss it away
Always keeping verge
Over her love
That was the balled of
The Goddess and the Cyclops
Look closely at the wind
And the stones where ever you are
When the wind
Blows over the stones
It is her trying to reach him
Touching but never feeling
Together but eternally apart