Chronicles of the Primeval gods: The Chessgame part IV (recap)

 Chronicles of the Primeval gods: THE CHESS GAME PART IV (recap)

A/N : I wrote the last recap in 2020, now it's time to explain what happened since then.

xxx

Everything was crumbling down for Ayasha. She had not anticipated everything and could only blame herself for her own shortcomings. She was forced to find another way to deal with the Sin and her little sister for her plan with Asma backfired. Instead of having the goddess and the sin come to the former human host's rescue, they stayed hidden. Asma finally was set free from the evil plans of the Primeval goddess who didn't need her anymore, so she simply had stopped seeing the human.

Gaea had still not manifested herself to her children but Ayasha was confident that she would come to them. The seed of feed planted by the birth of her last child, Elpis, had now blossomed into a small plant that needed to grow. Ayasha didn't need to visit her, instead, she counted on the fact Elpis was growing stronger. The power of her youngest would eventually be noticed by the All-Mother herself and the fear of being replaced by Elpis would drive their mother back to her remaining children. 

It wasn't enough. Not being able to know what the goddess was doing was giving Ishtar, Ayasha and Gaea nightmares and illusions. It wasn't enough. In reality, they were right to be afraid. Elpis had grown stronger. She was now more in tune with the mortal realm and Life itself than her own mother. Her powers were slowly being released and her untapped potential was now revealed. Elpis was terrifying. Once she would be in complete control of her powers, she would be unstoppable. 

They didn't know that Pride had forged her weapon. They weren't aware of the fact the Sin and the Goddess were closer than ever. If they knew, they would be even more devastated because that meant they couldn't break their bond. Ayasha still hoped for Pride to be consumed by his greed and to break her sister's heart. It was a risky gamble and there was a possibility that things would not go her way. But yes, Elpis was now more powerful and with a Scythe forged by Tartarus and imbued with Pride's essence. 

How could they overcome the difficulty? It seemed that the Sin and the Goddess of Hope and Light had the upper hand now. They managed to blind their enemies and operate in perfect secrecy. The gathered their strength, allowed Elpis to recover most of her energy and tap into the hidden depth of her power. Pride had ended the war of Sins and had become the legitimate ruler of the Underworld. They were trying to get control over the Greek Pantheon all the while preparing their assault on the Prime Garden. 

Ayasha knew. Deep down, she was aware of the shift of power, so she prepared. She prepared her armour. She prepared her weapon. She studied war and trained with her brother because she anticipated that a war was about to break and she should be the best prepared for it. She also knew that Ishtar would never been able to kill Elpis, so it would be up to her to do so and how she wanted to kill her. So she would. 

TVD- The powerful prey

 TVD- The powerful prey

Whould I leave Mystic Falls if I had no other choice? I wonder. I worry. I dread. I made this place my home despite knowing I shouldn't have done that. It's always hard to leave a place you call home. It's always hard to leave somewhere where you belong. yet, I know the drill, it should be easy shouldn't it? I am conflicted. Part of me wants to stay because I love the place. I love it really. I made a life out there, I help people and by Hecate, they do need help. I am at peace here and /he/ is there too. Perhaps he's the reason I don't want to leave. Well.. most certainly he is. I found him at Mystic Falls and our encounter changed everything for me. I used to be alone and now I am not. Now I am not alone. Now I have someone who went through all the things I have experienced. He understands me and we have a bond. Why on Earth would I want to leave it all behind? Why would I want to stay away from Klaus? 

Witches... The witches who are hunting me. Witch hunters as well or werewolves who noticed me. I have been lucky with those last. I only had a pack after me, a pack I decimated for trying to kill me centuries ago. I had a run with humans but ever since we entered the modern era of Mankind, I can blend in better. I can be left alone. Witches however... They are relentless. I hate taking lives. I hate enjoying taking lives when I kill those who are trying to kill me. It's not something I like. Those hands are meant to heal, not kill yet I had to take lives in order to survive. I had to soak my ledger with red and I can't watch that much blood on my ledger. I wish I could, but witches are stubborn. They are vengeful and they have been looking for me. 

I dread. I worry. I fear to encounter more powerful witches. Perhaps the ones they would send their most powerful ones. Perhaps they would undergo a forbidden ritual to take me down.. to take him down. I know Klaus had been hunted down from the moment of his birth to these days. I know he's used to having people trying to kill him but I don't want to take the risk to hurt him. I don't want to bring him more troubles and I refuse to be the one to have him killed because I was too stubborn to leave him. I mean, who would want to leave such a kisseable face? who would want to leave such a cute eyeroll and a mischievous grin? I feel selfish. I am selfish. I self-preserved ever since I became immortal. I could have killed myself several times or let others kill me but I didn't. I kept going on. I kept fighting. I kept on living. 

I want to live. I'm tired of hiding and tired of being afraid. I want to live and I don't want to compromise myself anymore. I don't want to live in regrets. I don't want to hide in the darkness. I want to live yet I am afraid... I am afraid of losing my life in this town. I am afraid of being forced away from Klaus and the potential friends I could have there. I am afraid of  having to fight a powerful witch and I guess I can say it, I am afraid to die. I don't want to die, not when I have finally starting to live. 

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Words

Chronicles of the primeval gods: Life of Elpis: Words

// our OGs! I love them. <3

 

Elpis believed that words held power and shouldn’t be said without care. They had to be meant and to carry some weight. Khaos taught her to think like this, explaining to his last born that he never said unnecessary words and always made sure to do as he said because nothing induced fear in the heart of his enemies, than a man who would execute his threats. She learned from her sister Sitäa, the goddess of Love, that “Love” was a double-edged sword. It was a powerful word that carried a lot of weight and couldn’t be used lightly. Elpis experienced life. She had her own trials and errors, but she came to realize that they were right in that she should pick up carefully what she said and should always meant those words.

 

The long pink locks cascaded on her thighs, and she took a deep breath before she looked up to the ceiling of her bedroom. Elpis wondered if the Sin felt the same. She knew that Pride considered his word to be sacred and he liked to keep it. He always managed to deliver, no matter the odds, on his promises. His dedication to Asma’s happiness was a testament of that, the fact he forged her a weapon was testament of that and the fact he agreed to let her go on Earth and spend time with her there, was the biggest proof of his desire to please the goddess. His word had worth and value so perhaps, he meant it when he called her “My Light”. It wasn’t just a pet name; it was the way he considered her. She was more than just a goddess; she wasn’t a weapon. She was “His Light.”

 

Elpis smiled to herself, knowing that he might not truly consider it to be more than just a pet name. It was, all things considered, perhaps even more important than the actual meaning of the words. He gave her a pet name. She upgraded in his heart. From a petty feeling of revenge to an asset, she became someone close to him. She became someone he considered. He finally saw her for who she was and what she was. An ally, an equal… his future queen? Perhaps... or perhaps he simply acknowledged that she had earned her place in his mind. He did feel something and she was happy to notice it. She knew the word meant something, at least for him. Would she bother entertaining him with a little musing about his pet name? would she ask him if he liked her? Should she ask him how he'd react if she died during the war?  She wanted to know but she decided not to bother him just yet. She could wait a little longer but she knew that his words carried some weight. 

regular GOT: Balance

JB regular: Balance

 

// I miss these two.

 

Balance wasn’t an easy thing to find but the princess knew she had to find it. She could be worried about Jaime’s life but at the same time trust that the knight would survive his journey. She could be upset about being forbidden to display her affection towards the knight in public, but she could also be relieved that her sister was willing to protect him too. Everyone was ready to jump at his throat at the first opportunity. Everyone was eager to destroy the one who embodied the old days, the old regime, the cruelty of his sister, father and ruling offspring. It would have been easy for Daenerys to kill Jaime or punish him in such a way that someone else could kill him, but she didn’t. she chose otherwise. She asked for time, in her own stubborn way, she still asked for time to digest the news and consider the fact her sister was in love with a former enemy.

 

Balance wasn’t an easy thing to find but the princess knew she had to find it. She was passionate and stubborn and the fire within her was burning intensely. She could have the desire to forsake her oath and stand by Jaime’s side AND decide not to act on those desires for his sake. What good could come from a relationship rushed in or for decisions that couldn’t be unmade in the future? What good could come for her lack of foresight because of Love? Nothing. She would destroy whatever she had for a few minutes of reckless freedom. She had to be patient. She had to bid her time. She had to wait until it was a better time to speak of love, romantic or familial. There was a time for each, and everything and she would be patient for the greater good. Bäahal knew that it only was a matter of time, and it only was the beginning.

 

 

They would not stop fighting, from people who would disapprove of the union because of Jaime’s rank, Jaime’s past, Jaime’s family or even just because they wanted to marry her to people who dislike her and don’t want to see any Targaryen near the throne. It was a life Jaime had tried to spare her from. He wanted her to experience the joys of being a young woman, a beautiful princess who would marry a beautiful prince and have a simple and happy life. He wished Bäahal wouldn’t have chosen him, yet he couldn’t deny the joy it brought him to actually have someone who loved him back. Jaime didn’t want to be selfish for once and the princess wanted to think of her own needs for the first time…Yet they had to find a balance between those wishes.

 

JB Modern : Forbidden Love

 JB Modern : Forbidden Love 

 

// I miss my sexy darlings <3

 

Bäahal had finished her dance routine and was cooling off after the intense training session she just had. She grabbed a towel and started to dab it on her forehead and neck. Her hair had been neatly tied in a high bun so she could freely move without a silver strand to distract her. As she was catching her breath, she grabbed her phone and sat on the floor. Scrolling down her social media page, she noticed the news and stopped to read an interview given by her sister Daenerys. Ever since her sister slapped Bäahal for calling her a pimp, they had not talked to each other. Daenerys did her best to avoid Bäahal, so much so that they had not seen each other for several weeks. In the article, nothing transpired.

 

Nothing could indicate that the sisters were at odds with each other but there was a sentence that caught the interest of Bäahal. In the article they were asking Daenerys about her relationship with Jon Snow, since they both had been seen dining together a few nights ago. When she deflected, they asked about Bäahal’s potential lover since Elias. Without missing a beat, Dany explained that Bäahal was way too busy to consider entering a relationship and she knew that the gossips weren’t true because her sister would definitely tell her if she was seeing someone, or the person would have the decency to talk to her about their project to date her sister.

 

It flew above the head of the interviewer but Bäahal got the message. She knew that Daenerys was telling her through the interview that she better not be seeing someone without telling her beforehand. What was she afraid of anyway? It wasn’t as if she was officially in a relationship, now, was it?  And it wasn’t as if Jaime would ever want to go public with her. What did that make this relationship then? Did Jaime even love her? Bäahal wasn’t sure of that, he never said anything. She could only believe that he cared for her and enjoyed her company. He was always willing to spend time with her, always willing to talk to her, always seeking her company. But was he in love with her? How could she know?

 

She thought she could notice when someone was honest with her. She thought she could pick up when someone had feelings for her but if anything, she learned that her radar was  broken since Elias was able to break her heart. He pretended to be in love with her only to stomp on her heart when he could. So how could she know that Jaime was in love with her? How could she know he wanted more than what they had? She couldn’t. Perhaps, Jaime would get bored of her after a while. Perhaps he would stop caring. Perhaps, she would do something that would make him angry, and he would reject her. As frustration was growing in her heart, the heiress threw her phone on the floor and screamed before she ran her hand through her neck and dropped her head. Why did it matter anyway? Why did it matter? What if Jaime couldn’t love her? What if…Oh the torments of forbidden love.

 

 

Modern Got: Viserys x Kyra: For her

 Kyreris: for her

 

The Dragon King felt his chest burning with the fury of a thousand suns. He could feel his blood boil at the thought that Kyra had suffered while growing up. He felt a pang in his heart when he looked into her emerald eyes because he recognized the pain she still wasn’t able to express. She was hurt, he knew it. She had scars, just as he did but hers were hidden. Viserys wore his scars on the outside but was still in denial until he met Kyra. He refused to acknowledge that he was in pain or that he needed help. Kyra was holding back. She was raised to be like this. To hold back any inconvenience to her father. It took a moment of pure vulnerability to have Kyra finally be honest -to some extent- about her family dynamic. Viserys was furious, furious to hear that the woman he fell in love with was raised by a cold bastard. Tywin Lannister earned his reputation. He earned the scorn he got from the rest of the world and he earned the hatred Aerys II, the former Dragon King, and Viserys father, had for him. Today, Tywin earned one more enemy in Viserys but for reasons that were unheard of. He earned the hatred of the Dragon King because of the way he treated Kyra and the pain it caused her.

 

Viserys felt his heartache as if it had been stabbed by a thousand knives. He could imagine the frightened look on Kyra’s face whenever her father would enter the room. He could imagine the knot in her guts whenever she had to face her sister and the growing desire to set herself free from this situation. He tried to compare what Kyra had been through with the closest thing he knew, which was Bäahal’s cold welcome by the family when she first arrived. He replaced his sister with Kyra and saw her cry, suck her émotions up, hides so she could wail her pain. Kyra could count on her brothers over time, but she was still alone and she was still guarded. She was still hiding her pain and nobody was there to comfort her. He cradled the blonde woman in his arms, kept her close to his composed heartbeat. He wanted to protect her. He wanted to see her smile. He needed her to be happy and this desire made him stronger, determined. This was a motivation for the silver fox to stay clean, to keep a clear mind, and to become the best version of himself, a version she could be proud of, a version she could trust and rely on. He wanted to give her the world, and he would, for her, because he loved her. Madly so.  

Doya: on edge

 Doya: On Edge.

// I miss them.

Oya sat at the edge of the bed, both hands sunk into the thick black curly mane of hers. She was upset, worried... no… Terrified! Perhaps it was a gut feeling, perhaps it was all in her head, but the hunter knew something was up. Her nightmares were shredding her mind and filled her head with dread. Hadn’t she seen Death already? Hadn’t she witnessed slaughters and experienced loss already? Yes, she did! But she wasn’t numb to it. She wasn’t immune to Fear, especially when it came to the people she loved. Her eyes shifted from left to right as she was desperate to find answers to questions, she hadn’t even formed in her mind yet. There was a shift in the air, something was brewing in the darkness and no it wasn’t /just/ the pagan god Pluto who was gathering his strength and growing in power.

It was also Rowena the Witch who was the only magical support they could get. It was Crowley, the King of Hell, who was a backstabbing bitch -but what did Dean say again? Oh, he was their bitch. Team Free Will knew his schemes and could handle him-. It was what happened to Joshua Thomas who was so savagely attacked that he couldn’t be on the field anymore. His last hunt left him paralyzed and torn apart and it was dumb luck that had him survive. It was the fact Dean had been more reckless during their last hunt and she couldn’t put her finger on what exactly drove him to act like this. He was upset but he didn’t want her to know about it just yet.

It was the fact Sam and Castiel barely gave the news. No texts, no calls, no nothing. She couldn’t lose them. She couldn’t lose her family again. Oya felt it, her guts tied in a tight knot at the thought that her world was crumbling. Everything would be lost to the wrath of a god and the betrayal of their allies. All would be lost to her inability to save people. What were her hands good at again? Oh yes, they could kill… They knew how to kill. They craved hunting so they could take lives. Save lives? Don’t lie to yourself Oya. The only thing you could do with lives was to take them. You’re excellent at taking.

You’re excellent at ruining everything. You’re excellent at losing everything. How could you possibly think that this happy life of yours would remain? How could you naively think that they would be immortal? That they could love you forever? That you wouldn’t be alone, or afraid anymore? You love. You love so much that you will feel everything. You will lose everything. Oh... those thoughts again! They came back, stressing the hunter out, making it so that she couldn’t do otherwise but cry. Silent tears, soundless sobs…just pure pain and fear tangled together. Just pure pain and Fear, the hunter’s way.