The Tormented Goddess Sarah Saint-Hilaire
The Tormented Goddess
From the Series:
The Thorns of Life
By: Sarah Saint-Hilaire
Published in 2012
C hapter One
This story begins long ago when people demand ed their freedom, but chaos stroke and the oligarchy fell into the hands of the anarchist mass. There lived this devoted old slave; she was wrinkled with as many folds on her face as hairs on her head, owned by the once powerful Singleton family. Gifted or cursed in her eyes to see the future she acted as their oracle, bringing them fortune and richness beyond the reach of the human eyes. With this she earned a place of high standing gaining the affection of the family. When the proximity of a possible freedom was approaching, the very idea to leave her owner s as game to the voracious mass gave her remorse , thus she aided them to flee.
Escaping a ce rtain death their fear pushed them to venture to a distant island virgin from the impurity of men. This paradise was Atlantis, abundant with its dense divine fauna and blue waters, filled with endless creatures of the sea they were at last safe. The Singleton ever grateful to have survived bowed in appreciation for their fragment of the heavens on earth, but those hearts who were once blackened with money could never tame their hunger for more. Thus for more they asked. “We would like a daughter from the heavens to share our happiness with us on this mortal paradise.” They praised the old woman. “Then you shall have whatever desire you want, freedom, wealth, anything. You have blessed us with sons but we crave for a daughter.”
This offer seemed fair, thus she begged the heavens for a girl with no match in beauty; Apollo granted her request but in punishment to have brought these dark souls to his encha nted annex on earth punished her by pouring the future into her old head, killing her painfully and lethargically . The only appeasement was writing them down, but such method only lasted a mere year. Condemned to her death bed the Singleton asked for her last will. Breathing her last breath she murmured “Burn the scriptures, burn them all, if you wish to remain with the mortals, listen to me or you will suffer for many dreading centuries as I have with your daughter's birth.” She then died leaving the family in dispute . The daughters’ father loved this woman as his own mother, a twisted affection in his wife’s eyes creating jealousy. With the knowledge of controlling the universe of defeating time she sought out the only possible resolution to her prospect mischief, she was to abscond .
When the full moon pronounced it self in the clear night sky she gathered the manuscript and the infant : gift of the heavens she bore for nine months, a priceless child named after the goddess of beauty Venus. Nestled on to a Scandinavian ship built to withstand all the ill tempers of Neptune, fashioned from the Viking people of the not too distant future, they made their way into the Mediterranean Sea. Fate turned against the traitorous, the storms grew furious, and the invincible ship failed. As the woman attempted to escape the sinking boat with her new born , her ankle slid , thus locking her to sink with the ship. She threw her child aboard a small raft and prayed her safe journey.
Gasping for air the warm salty water rushed down her throat ending her days and triggering the curse. As being the first victim her soul would be enslaved in the underworld as long as the manuscripts are not destroyed. Buried in the cold depths of the sea they would remain. Venuses raft managed to find its way safely after the seas took its prey. She arrived on the old shores of the once great city of Rome as a merchant was passing
The Tormented Goddess
From the Series:
The Thorns of Life
By: Sarah Saint-Hilaire
Published in 2012
C hapter One
This story begins long ago when people demand ed their freedom, but chaos stroke and the oligarchy fell into the hands of the anarchist mass. There lived this devoted old slave; she was wrinkled with as many folds on her face as hairs on her head, owned by the once powerful Singleton family. Gifted or cursed in her eyes to see the future she acted as their oracle, bringing them fortune and richness beyond the reach of the human eyes. With this she earned a place of high standing gaining the affection of the family. When the proximity of a possible freedom was approaching, the very idea to leave her owner s as game to the voracious mass gave her remorse , thus she aided them to flee.
Escaping a ce rtain death their fear pushed them to venture to a distant island virgin from the impurity of men. This paradise was Atlantis, abundant with its dense divine fauna and blue waters, filled with endless creatures of the sea they were at last safe. The Singleton ever grateful to have survived bowed in appreciation for their fragment of the heavens on earth, but those hearts who were once blackened with money could never tame their hunger for more. Thus for more they asked. “We would like a daughter from the heavens to share our happiness with us on this mortal paradise.” They praised the old woman. “Then you shall have whatever desire you want, freedom, wealth, anything. You have blessed us with sons but we crave for a daughter.”
This offer seemed fair, thus she begged the heavens for a girl with no match in beauty; Apollo granted her request but in punishment to have brought these dark souls to his encha nted annex on earth punished her by pouring the future into her old head, killing her painfully and lethargically . The only appeasement was writing them down, but such method only lasted a mere year. Condemned to her death bed the Singleton asked for her last will. Breathing her last breath she murmured “Burn the scriptures, burn them all, if you wish to remain with the mortals, listen to me or you will suffer for many dreading centuries as I have with your daughter's birth.” She then died leaving the family in dispute . The daughters’ father loved this woman as his own mother, a twisted affection in his wife’s eyes creating jealousy. With the knowledge of controlling the universe of defeating time she sought out the only possible resolution to her prospect mischief, she was to abscond .
When the full moon pronounced it self in the clear night sky she gathered the manuscript and the infant : gift of the heavens she bore for nine months, a priceless child named after the goddess of beauty Venus. Nestled on to a Scandinavian ship built to withstand all the ill tempers of Neptune, fashioned from the Viking people of the not too distant future, they made their way into the Mediterranean Sea. Fate turned against the traitorous, the storms grew furious, and the invincible ship failed. As the woman attempted to escape the sinking boat with her new born , her ankle slid , thus locking her to sink with the ship. She threw her child aboard a small raft and prayed her safe journey.
Gasping for air the warm salty water rushed down her throat ending her days and triggering the curse. As being the first victim her soul would be enslaved in the underworld as long as the manuscripts are not destroyed. Buried in the cold depths of the sea they would remain. Venuses raft managed to find its way safely after the seas took its prey. She arrived on the old shores of the once great city of Rome as a merchant was passing
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