Chapter 2
The Mother watching horrified the once mortal baby screeching painfully by transportation in Her mistake, She becoming relieved and heartbroken. The baby did survive but lost her mortality.
Staring the exhausted baby in Her arms with sorrow.
“Oh, I am so sorry. How thoughtless of me,” She whispered to the now sleeping baby with regret. “I hope you can forgive me..”
The Mother looked up to see Her future children’ home.
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Loud drums rolled and repeated, and the lyres and harps began played by the skilled and experienced fingers.
Diverse people dancing and singing out of their lungs along the instruments played. See the stage where five diverse people sing and some dance.
One tall man with braided long brown hair and startled blue eyes who played the harp in his seat was Bragi, the norse god of music.
Red haired young man who grinned and sang aloud with another blond young man looked too bright to look at him. It was Maponus, celtic god of music along Apollo, the greek god of sun and music.
Two women who danced and sang with other men, the dark skinned lady with cornrows braided black hair and burned fire eyes and wore a headdress of cow horns and a sun disc, was Hathor, the Egyptian goddess of music and love. She whirled, chestnut skinned another lady who softly laughed at her friend, her long black hair hiding from her veil behind of her head whipped at Apollo who quietly cussed at her, it was Saraswati, the hindu goddess of creativity and music.
The gods, faes, high elves and entities celebrated for Imbolc for all night and day.
Young teenage black hair lady sprinted and danced with others who smiled and laughed, some men grabbed her to throw her to the air to other men who caught her.
Her freely laughs were heard over the dancing crowd which most smiled to hear it.
Red haired muscular man caught her and thundered, “YOUNG LADY MARISTELA! HEIL OK SÆL! ” He put her down to let Maristela stand on the ground, her bright green eyes gleamed with mischief and happiness.
“Heill ok Sæll, Lord Thor! I hope you enjoy your fun time here?” Maristela chirped at Thor, the norse god of thunder who let a loud and boisterous laugh from his belly.
“YES, MY LADY! I ENJOY MY TIME HERE AND LOVE MEAD MADE FROM DIONYSUS!” Thor dipped his chin toward to beautiful androgynous figure with black wild curly hair who was drinking their wine with little red on their face.
Maristela giggled, “I am glad you enjoy your time and I have to go. Have a fun time!” She said and sprinted through the dancing people and heard Thor’s another loud laugh over the heads.
Later at dusk, people were still dancing and the giant bright lady tower over Her children and gently grabbed Maristela who was dancing toward her and gently threw her in the air.
Maristela smiled and looked over the home and looked up at the Sol who chirped greetings to The Star who floated for a little moment and fell down to The Mother’s awaiting arms to catch her and dance for all night.
I love my family. Maristela looks over at the family who are still dancing, singing and drinking. It is my home.
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Millennial light years away the home of Immortals to the Earth and different time from there and here.
In Scotland, where the celtic gods and faes forsaked after Christians took over.
In Hogwarts, Albus who works on the paperwork and spins at the noises from his trinkets is screeching and falls silent.
The blood wards are down. Albus watched in alarm and looked out of the window to see the harvest moon. Unknown to him, the moon goddess Artemis riding her chariot passing the Earth and sensed his look at her moon near the Earth.
Her bright golden orange eyes, the protector of children , looking down upon him distasteful.