“Aesos, you know that what the boy had done was for the good of Mount Olympus. You mustn’t think about such horrible things when you know they are not true.”
Aiera had been telling Aesos this for the past several months, though he never listened. Osimius was gone forever. All he could do was think out a plan of attack against the Dark Angels, one that would mean success for Mount Olympus, but also for the life of Osimius.
A soft hand gently squeezed his shoulder, and Aesos turned around. There stood Aiera, butt naked from head to toe. In the months that followed Osimius, Aesos had been forced to sleep with Aiera several nights a week to repay the debts his Osimius had put Mount Olympus into after the battle. Sure, she was distractingly beautiful, but that was nothing Aesos had not seen before. Also, he was completely uninterested in her. She babbled on constantly about love, sometimes she would even sing in her angelic voice.
Either way, she was there. Her soft, dark brown curls fell beyond her perfectly shaped breasts, down to her curvy hips. Immortals had their way of being indescribably beautiful, and her case was typical at best. Her porcelain-doll face seemed almost too perfect. She looked as if she could crack open and shatter. It was eerie, yet beautiful. She smelled like roses and wine, a truly toxic concoction.
She stepped close to Aesos, so close their bodies touched. She wrapped her thin arms around him and pulled in close. Aesos stared into the distance through the window behind her, looking uninterested as usual. As he stared, something strange caught his attention.
He brusquely pushed her away, and she fell to the floor with a gasp. Aesos’ eyes were locked onto the flying creature with strange wings that circled the area. Once he reached the window, Aesos leaned out to yell to it. As he got a closer look, he noticed a small figure on its back. Once it was within focus, he noticed a fairy he had never seen before. She approached him and landed on the windowsill. The small figure had been her head. Her wings were larger than her entire body and were translucent. They also pulsated different colors, lighting up and fading.
“Aesos, I have an urgent message from the Fairy Queen.”
“Yes, so speak.” He said with piqued interest.
“She requests your presence, urgently. She says that she has information about the whereabouts of one Osimius.”
Through the fairy’s small, bell-like twinkling voice, Aesos heard the name Osimius and felt his heart begin pounding.
‘She…she has information? How?”
The small fairy shook her head vigorously.
“I cannot say, for I do not know. She never told me. She just asked me to relay this message is all. Even with present company, relaying this message poses a risk for me.” she said as she tilted her head toward Aiera.
Aesos glanced behind him and noticed Aiera listening intently. He rolled his eyes and returned to the fairy.
“Will you wait here a minute? I need a guide to lead me to her. It has been far too long since I have visited, and I have forgotten the way.”
“Of course. I will wait here.”
Aesos turned and went into his closet. He chose a white and black flowing robe, put it on, and returned to the room.
“Aiera, put your clothes on. But you must stay here. I am going alone.”
She looked reproachfully at Aesos but moved to put her clothes on. Aesos went to the window.
“Ok young fairy. I am ready for her. Do you think she will approve of this robe? You know how particular she is.”
The fairy in the window looked Aesos up and down. “Oh yes sir. You look magnificent. Now if you would please follow me.”
She had been sitting down, so she stood up and retracted her wings, which began glowing again. She waved her hand at Aesos and pixie dust fell on him, making him shimmer, also giving him the power of flight. He stepped onto the window ledge and without looking back at Aiera, stepped off.
He felt the peculiar feeling flight gave, and proceeded to follow the young fairy. She led him down through the clouds, towards earth, at an alarming rate. When they were close to hitting solid rock, she began flying parallel to the ground. They sped through trees of tremendous height. Suddenly, the earth dropped away, and he knew immediately that they were in Fay territory.
Massive waterfalls glimmered and disappeared through large clouds of mist. Trees on the slopes of the hills that formed the valley were varying colors of the rainbow, all pastels and beauty. The fairy dropped altitude and yelled for Aesos to brace himself, pointing to a waterfall. She then proceeded to fly through it. Aesos followed, and immediately felt the power of flight leave him, and he stumbled into the opening of a massive cave. When he stood, he gasped at the sights before him.
The walls were all shimmering white crystal. The ceiling was thirty feet tall at least, and massive crystalline chandeliers hung from crystal chains, the candles in them giving the cave a very luminous effect. The sound of the waterfall behind him roared and echoed around the walls. When he returned his attention to the task at hand, he saw before him not a small fairy, but a very tall woman with jet black hair and wings that seemed to only enhance her slim, sexy figure. She was covered by a sheer fabric that glowed those same colors found on her small wings. The fabric was long and therefore trailed behind her quite a ways. Through it, he could see her naked body, tantalizing and yet highly untouchable.
She looked at him, now soaking wet, and waved her hands. He immediately felt dry, and his robe flowed in the wind created by the waterfall. Looking satisfied with herself, she beckoned him to follow her again.
Aesos had to practically run to keep up with the nimble fairy, who made walking in the cave seem very easy. The floor of the cave was very wet and slippery with jagged edges. It was also highly uneven. Slowly, the floor began to slope downward. As it did, it also became smoother and therefore easier to walk on.
As they walked, Aesos had to admire the craftsmanship that went into the cave. There were crystal statues placed in fluorescent colored niches in the cave walls. The walls turned slowly into shimmering black crystal as they went, yet the lighting was so colorful and bright that they still seemed as if they were white.
He noticed that to one side of him, there was a large cliff in the floor. He looked into it and saw white crystal boats floating on an underground river. While he noticed this, the fairy led him down a staircase that led to a dock. She stepped onto one of the boats and told Aesos to get on.
Gingerly, he stepped one foot at a time into the boat to be sure he did not tip or break it. Everything seemed so fragile. He took a seat on a crystal bench in the boat and so did the fairy. She untied the boat, and slowly they began floating downriver.
The trip was very short, yet seemed to take forever. The boat was moving very slowly, giving Aesos time to take in his surroundings. Crystal, crystal, crystal; everywhere crystal. When the fairy stood to tether the boat to a new dock, he noticed another shimmering, not crystal.
He stepped off the boat and onto the dock. He had to duck his head here, as the ceiling was low. The fairy did as well, only bent at the waist as to not hit her head. She felt along the wall for something. She stopped at a rock that looked like all the rest, where she made a small cut in her palm. She pressed her palm to the wall, and suddenly a large set of double doors materialized. This is when she turned to him to speak for the first time since entering the cave.
“Sir, I can go no further. The queen knows of your presence already, and she has asked me to remain here to lead you out. When you walk through these doors, there will be a hallway. Follow it straight. Do not stray down another path, for it will mean certain death, for all beings. At the very end of the hallway will be another set of doors. Knock thrice and wait to be called to enter. When you leave, follow the same route and I will be here when you return. Be safe, and welcome to the Fairy Underworld.”
With that, she opened the doors and he stepped through. She closed them behind him and with the thud of the door, Aesos walked steadily toward the set of doors he could just barely see.
The hallway was very tall and shimmered with black crystal. There were shards of something else whose shine was so glamorous they out-sparkled the stars at night. He realized that these were diamonds; pure, uncut diamonds. The candles in the chandeliers overhead flickered and made the hallway look exactly like the night sky, surrounding him.
He passed several other hallways on his way there. They all glowed a different color, yet still had the night sky quality to them. He was tempted to stray, but did not. Finally, the doors before him were close enough to touch. He stood before them and looked up. The doors never seemed to end, reaching all the way to the ceiling. He then collected himself and took a deep breath. This was about information on the whereabouts of Osimius, no matter how she tried to twist the visit.
Finally, with determination, he knocked three times and waited. He heard a voice ring out through the hallway like the tinkling of glass to enter. He pulled the gigantic knob toward him and was immediately blinded.
When his eyes finally adjusted, he took in the cavernous space around him. Everything he saw was pure, clear diamond. The floor sparkled up at him, the ceiling sparkled down at him, and all the walls sparkled around him. He saw water running below the floor and hoped it wouldn’t break. Across the massive expanse of floor separating him from the Fairy Queen’s throne, which was also pure diamond and sculpted ornately, the Queen herself sat perched on her throne. She saw him and stood immediately.
She looked fabulous. Her gown was pure black and sheer, corseted to fit her very thin bodice, making her breasts look larger than they were. It hung off of her in sheets and fell to the floor, where it trailed behind her several feet. Her crown changed color but was made of pure diamond and had different colored gems placed in it. Amethyst, Ruby, and Jade were only three of the many numerous gems. She wore very tall spiked black heels that made her even taller than she normally was. As she stepped forward, they clicked against the diamond floor. He bowed to her in respect and when he rose from the bow, she was towering before him.
“Aesos. Please stand.”
Her voice was very high pitched, resembling the tinkling of glass. It was her who told him to enter. Either way, he could not disobey.
“Now let me see you in your true Demi-God form. Surely you do not like to be towered over.”
Aesos turned to his Demi-God form, a towering sixteen feet tall.
“Isn’t that much better for you?”
“It is indeed, your Grace.”
“Now, no need to delay the point any further.”
She turned and walked away from him, going to sit back at her throne.
“I have news of your lover’s whereabouts. Now, this news is quite shocking and saddening, but I felt it must be told to you. Being the best friend of Zeus for so many centuries, I owe anyone related to him very much. Therefore, this information will be free of charge. Consider this your only favor.”
“That is very gracious, your highness.”
“Yes, yes. Now listen. He is with me. He is down the hallway that glows with blue, just outside this door.”
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