Shadows descended over the domain of Llywelyn the eve of the Solace just before her 20th year. Not one male to be found anywhere inside her kingdom. Were they destined to be creatures of the Amazon. The fabled women warriors that lived for centuries without males. Bowing her head and assuming the position of prayer she begin to utter words to her ancestors the goddess long past but not forgotten.
"Guide me and my sword" she begged.
"Show me the way, do not leave me hollow and idle this solace. I am living proof that your heritage will live on but without a male counterpart I am childless".
Sitting from the throne of Heaven Hera smiled down on Llywelyn. The urge to reach out and touch the young woman's flesh and caress her cheek was tempting. Still Hera knew the process of reproduction lied in the willingness of the woman and man. Not totally the captive of a male. For without the right man the chain of strength flowing in the blood line of Hera's linage would weaken and soon die. If the goddess were to survive all of time the choice must be theirs and one that will endure time. No stronger human feeling exceeded love. Not fear, hate, or mercy. Love was the emotion that could be counted on for all things. So without a doubt Hera was helpless in what was being asked of her. A male was easy to find but one that would stir the desire for Llywelyn no that had to come from the heart. Still not wanting to all together ignore her maternal instinct to help she leaned over and whispered into the ear of Llywelyn.
"Go into the land of the doomed and seek help from a stranger there. The goddess of Doom is a dark creature be careful of her, for she will deceive you with lies and try to destroy you. But if you succeed to through the valley of death then you will be the wiser for it. If you do not return, I will see you in the Heavens. Now go my child",
Llywelyn sat back on her ankles and lifted herself to her feet all the while wondering had she really heard the voice or was it her imagination. Many times of late it seems voices had not come to her when she bade them to. In her young years the voices where there at all times. Her mother Ishtar was also there to guide her and show her the way. A tear ran down her cheek for the mother now lost to her. It was the warm weather of her 16th year while on a solace her mother was ceased by their enimis and killed. Leaving Llywelyn alone and queen of her tribe. Since then her own immortality was in question. Her mothers years were abundant in number he knew. Living more than 700 years in one life time is considered by far to be immortal, but still the immortals could die or be killed, saying that left Llywelyn with the feeling that she herself would die young and not withstand the face of time. Without an heir her throne, her mothers throne, and her Grandmother Hera's throne would be left enemies. The legends were told to her as a young girl as they were to all the people, handed down from generation to generation. The GOD's that came to this land came from afar. A universe so vas and far away not the eye could see it. They came in carriers, deposited on earth for the purpose of starting a new life. Their wisdom was great, and the mind and body so strong that little on this planet harmed them. Hera was part of that first colony. The Gods settled into the highest tip of land which is now know as Mt. Olympus. The tongue they spoke was the universal language that all was created from. Yes the form of actual speech was not necessary for they communicated telepathically with each other. Over thousands of years Olympus was made of males and females and they procreated with the off spring being of a lesser race but still stronger. The abilities to read thoughts and to move objects and to physically be more stout was phenomenal. As the race of off spring procreated in themselves each generation became weaker with less powers. Until there were thousands that had little to no ability of the Gods. This not the case of Llywelyn she was third generation of Hera the true god. Not even Zeus was that strong. He as her own mother were second generation, coming from both parental gods as was the case of Llywelyn. Both her mother and father were gods. The first of the Gods lived vas life spans. Hundreds maybe even Thousands of years but as all living things death is the only thing uncontrolled. It comes with time. Making the time of the gods distinct. Now the Gods have taken on names as Queens or Conquers. Yet it is told that with each birth of a new generation the first born will bring forth a rebirth of one of the gods. A re-increation to come and come again. To live on a new chance to resculpture, to revalue the earth and its givens. The male gods were the ones that caused the moral issues of the human race. They spawned their seed far and wide with any creature that could procreate. Some was in jest some in wanton. Yet it produced a colorful, strange, assortment of human creatures. Well some not so human. Some so grotesque and ugly they hide in the light of day. Some that are so hideous they hate their creator and his likeness. They live in the underworlds and only dare to venture upland to torment, kill and pillage the customary human. This deed that the male gods gave the world is what spawn hatred. Dark Skins, Dark Hair, Dark Eyes those were the doing of the males. Half human and half animal, beast, creatures of the sea all mans doing. So man was his own weakness and limited his existence with his wanton and lust. Yet the female Gods kept to themselves and they procreated with the Gods or with the Second and third generations of off spring to keep the race close to perfection. This allowing the existence of females to stay stronger and mentally functional over males. This is how the world came to be as it was now. Ruled by mostly woman. Llywelyn had never heard of a male God ruling in her time much less seen one. Still nearly reaching her 20th year is not really enough time to tell her what goes on outside her domain. Domain that reaches as far as the eye could see. She had the ability to read the thoughts of every living creature within this continent. She was surrounded by the waters of the sea eliminating her from the lands of the north. Crossing the seas would be dangerous with Sedna Goddess of the Oceans bent on destruction. Ishtar was not here now to comfort Sedna so terror was the sea and to try to cross it was death. Llywelyn herself could cross it easy enough for she had the great flying horse Hates but it meant going alone so until now she did not venture beyond her own domain,
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Sedna Goddess of the Oceans
As the Solace celebration begin Llywelyn decided it was now or never to test her skills on the northland. She would overcome any obstacle in her way and seek a male from the north. Be her worthy of her of course. If such a man existed. If not she would content herself with her domain and its well being. As the voices sang out the enchanted songs of yesterdays bygone days Llywelyn mounted upon Hates set out for the hunt.