Sexual_Muse
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It has been a fight for my parents starting the moment that my father first saw my mother. It had been forbidden for the virgin first priestess to know love, to know a man but that hadn't stopped the exiled god. She was his prize and she came to him willingly. Their life together took the same path and with the powers that Atum still had as a gos of creation and with the help of the gifts that Kleio had been blessed with as first priestess they made a private land for themselves and invited all those who wished for peace, abundance and knowledge. That was the birth of Atlantis and the seedlings of jealousy for the gods and kings who still ruled.
While those who envied and lusted for what they did not have and wished to have came together to hatch a plan to take down the rejected god and his temple whore, Atum and Kleio oversaw a land that prospered and teemed with great potential. Atlantis grew leap over bound each day and the people who called it their new home found what they had been in search of under Atlantis' fair trade, laws and politics.
But nothing lasts forever and from the not so distance shores of the kingdoms that Atlantis called neighbors they raged a war, while their gods brought down a curse on the creators of the paradise island. War ships filled with soldiers and their weapons sailed low and heavy over the waters and unloaded death upon the Atlanteans. Fire ate at their crops and their libraries, forge made weapons swamped it's fertile soils with tides of blood and Atum and Kleio was washed in the fury of many Gods and cursed with their rage. People were killed and Atlantis was pillaged and destroyed but the worst of it all was the soul less creatures that my parents had become.
The sun and it's warmth brought the pain of all Atlanteans harmed that day, a fueling fire that would never die. Needs that they had never experienced before threatened to drive them to madness and further still. The call for the life force of another was the only thing that soothed that forceful need but it was never quenched. The powers they had before mutated into something more primal and raw and at time nearly uncontrollable. But for all it's faults my father saw it as a gift. His power both magical and physical were turned from godly might to something more mundane and of the mortal plane but that was a fair trade the way he saw it for it raise that mortalness of my mother to something more gold like. She had grown in strength and her ability to with stand pain and come out unharmed relaxed my father in a way he hadn't known that he has worried about. It have never dawned to think of how she would age as a human or the many ways that death could find her. This was a way they could be together forever and they found a way to make the best of the god's curse.
Eight months later another gift came to them in the form of me. And while a war still raged on between the gods, the kings that prayed to them and what was left of Atlantis I was raised to see the curse not as the gods who placed it on my parents had wanted them to see it but as they did. The problem I wasn't the same as them and as we would all come to find out as I grew older, the curse would effect me in a way both the same and vastly different...
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"There is nothing left!" Kismet screamed over the distance echos of yet another building collapsing. The only building that stood on Atlantis was the original keep in the heart of the island. "The fires have taken the west port and our last ships of war had fled." As the daughter of Atum and Kleio all Kismet knew was war and in the 49 years that she had lived she knew enough to know that there was nothing left to fight for. Nothing took root within the soil of Atlantis and the animals had long since been hunted or died of some unstoppable order. The reefs were dead and housed no sea life and even the rains had found some way to skirt past them without a single drop. Even with her father's immense powers over the land and sea there was nothing that he could do to sway some favor in their direction.
Soot tarnished the polished surface of Kismet's leather armor but did little to hide the beauty of the 20 year old looking woman. She shared a skin tone of both her parents giving her a light olive tan color with a dusting of light freckles that mirrored the stars in the sky. Her hair was the pitch black of her father's but held the thick fullness that her mother's had with subtle waves all the way to her hips. The only thing that was her own was her eyes. Large expressive almond shaped eyes with thick long lashes that tried and failed at hiding the brilliance of her golden eyes. Full bow shaped lips were the most perfect shade of pink, dark enough to draw one's eye but not enough so that it took away from the complete picture of that high cheek bones heart shaped face. At 5'8" she was taller then her mother but quite a bit shorter then her father's 6'6" height. Many a men had chased after Kismet's stunning hourglass body frame with it's long legs and high sitting DD breast but none had even caught her eye unless they offered her a meal. Still the ash in the air and the swirls of dirt had tried it's best to stain her face and hid her beauty.
"This is our home. Together your-"
"Yes I know father." Kismet sighed tucking back a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You and mother made this together. I know the stories, have listed to them all my life," Deep breath and a slow release of breath. "But look around. Those who once lived here are gone or dead and the handful that are still here are here because they can not leave by their own will. Nothing stands and nothing will grow and we can no longer hide the fact that we are sinking into the very seas itself."
Atum looked away from his daughter and all that she had pointed out. Pillars stood where once might buildings of marble had been. Clouds of smoke land marked other buildings and homes. The sharp ting of copper from the blood, the charred smell of flesh and hair along side the salty air had at a time been the smell of honey blossoms, flowers and foods cooking. The sounds were even worse. Kismet was right there was no hiding it, no amounts of stubbornness that could justify staying here. This had been a fight they were never meant to win, that it had lasted this long Atum was no longer sure if that was a compliment or insult.
"Gather those still breathing and bring them to the shore." Kismet had never heard her father's voice sound so tired. "What we have made once we can make again." He admitted with the sag of his head.
"My Love," There were more then just those two words in her mother's comfort as she drew her husband into her arms, for once looking like the bigger of the two. "What matters to us is what we have here." Her hand reached out to take her daughter's hand in hers.
"You're right." Atum straightened back up. "There are things I must be forgiven for." His eyes drifted over what had once been a jewel of a kingdom. "I will not forgive this or that which has been done." His voice hardened. "Those who gave their lives, their dreams will be remembered and those who gave such wonders will be returned in the like." He promised.
The rest of the day until the setting sun was spent gathering those still alive and giving them what comfort they could at the shore side. There was one boat left to the Atlanteans that was still whole and loyal and it would fit all those who needed to escape this place.
"This is the last one father."
"Good." His reply was clipped and his eye narrowed out across the ocean in search of the tall tale shadow of the only ship left.
While those who envied and lusted for what they did not have and wished to have came together to hatch a plan to take down the rejected god and his temple whore, Atum and Kleio oversaw a land that prospered and teemed with great potential. Atlantis grew leap over bound each day and the people who called it their new home found what they had been in search of under Atlantis' fair trade, laws and politics.
But nothing lasts forever and from the not so distance shores of the kingdoms that Atlantis called neighbors they raged a war, while their gods brought down a curse on the creators of the paradise island. War ships filled with soldiers and their weapons sailed low and heavy over the waters and unloaded death upon the Atlanteans. Fire ate at their crops and their libraries, forge made weapons swamped it's fertile soils with tides of blood and Atum and Kleio was washed in the fury of many Gods and cursed with their rage. People were killed and Atlantis was pillaged and destroyed but the worst of it all was the soul less creatures that my parents had become.
The sun and it's warmth brought the pain of all Atlanteans harmed that day, a fueling fire that would never die. Needs that they had never experienced before threatened to drive them to madness and further still. The call for the life force of another was the only thing that soothed that forceful need but it was never quenched. The powers they had before mutated into something more primal and raw and at time nearly uncontrollable. But for all it's faults my father saw it as a gift. His power both magical and physical were turned from godly might to something more mundane and of the mortal plane but that was a fair trade the way he saw it for it raise that mortalness of my mother to something more gold like. She had grown in strength and her ability to with stand pain and come out unharmed relaxed my father in a way he hadn't known that he has worried about. It have never dawned to think of how she would age as a human or the many ways that death could find her. This was a way they could be together forever and they found a way to make the best of the god's curse.
Eight months later another gift came to them in the form of me. And while a war still raged on between the gods, the kings that prayed to them and what was left of Atlantis I was raised to see the curse not as the gods who placed it on my parents had wanted them to see it but as they did. The problem I wasn't the same as them and as we would all come to find out as I grew older, the curse would effect me in a way both the same and vastly different...
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"There is nothing left!" Kismet screamed over the distance echos of yet another building collapsing. The only building that stood on Atlantis was the original keep in the heart of the island. "The fires have taken the west port and our last ships of war had fled." As the daughter of Atum and Kleio all Kismet knew was war and in the 49 years that she had lived she knew enough to know that there was nothing left to fight for. Nothing took root within the soil of Atlantis and the animals had long since been hunted or died of some unstoppable order. The reefs were dead and housed no sea life and even the rains had found some way to skirt past them without a single drop. Even with her father's immense powers over the land and sea there was nothing that he could do to sway some favor in their direction.
Soot tarnished the polished surface of Kismet's leather armor but did little to hide the beauty of the 20 year old looking woman. She shared a skin tone of both her parents giving her a light olive tan color with a dusting of light freckles that mirrored the stars in the sky. Her hair was the pitch black of her father's but held the thick fullness that her mother's had with subtle waves all the way to her hips. The only thing that was her own was her eyes. Large expressive almond shaped eyes with thick long lashes that tried and failed at hiding the brilliance of her golden eyes. Full bow shaped lips were the most perfect shade of pink, dark enough to draw one's eye but not enough so that it took away from the complete picture of that high cheek bones heart shaped face. At 5'8" she was taller then her mother but quite a bit shorter then her father's 6'6" height. Many a men had chased after Kismet's stunning hourglass body frame with it's long legs and high sitting DD breast but none had even caught her eye unless they offered her a meal. Still the ash in the air and the swirls of dirt had tried it's best to stain her face and hid her beauty.
"This is our home. Together your-"
"Yes I know father." Kismet sighed tucking back a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "You and mother made this together. I know the stories, have listed to them all my life," Deep breath and a slow release of breath. "But look around. Those who once lived here are gone or dead and the handful that are still here are here because they can not leave by their own will. Nothing stands and nothing will grow and we can no longer hide the fact that we are sinking into the very seas itself."
Atum looked away from his daughter and all that she had pointed out. Pillars stood where once might buildings of marble had been. Clouds of smoke land marked other buildings and homes. The sharp ting of copper from the blood, the charred smell of flesh and hair along side the salty air had at a time been the smell of honey blossoms, flowers and foods cooking. The sounds were even worse. Kismet was right there was no hiding it, no amounts of stubbornness that could justify staying here. This had been a fight they were never meant to win, that it had lasted this long Atum was no longer sure if that was a compliment or insult.
"Gather those still breathing and bring them to the shore." Kismet had never heard her father's voice sound so tired. "What we have made once we can make again." He admitted with the sag of his head.
"My Love," There were more then just those two words in her mother's comfort as she drew her husband into her arms, for once looking like the bigger of the two. "What matters to us is what we have here." Her hand reached out to take her daughter's hand in hers.
"You're right." Atum straightened back up. "There are things I must be forgiven for." His eyes drifted over what had once been a jewel of a kingdom. "I will not forgive this or that which has been done." His voice hardened. "Those who gave their lives, their dreams will be remembered and those who gave such wonders will be returned in the like." He promised.
The rest of the day until the setting sun was spent gathering those still alive and giving them what comfort they could at the shore side. There was one boat left to the Atlanteans that was still whole and loyal and it would fit all those who needed to escape this place.
"This is the last one father."
"Good." His reply was clipped and his eye narrowed out across the ocean in search of the tall tale shadow of the only ship left.
