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Ariadne

Hope of Rome

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Date: Dec 16, 2008

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The newest addition to her collection sat on the top of her desk. Within the confines of her caravan Ariadne quietly dialed Angel's number at the shop. She smiled when the rings reached her ear. Then Angel's voice coming through. "Hello Angel, its Ariadne. How are you doing? Yes, I'm good. I'm calling because Pathos just created a sword for me. I wanted to see if you have any enchanted Ankhs...." She looked to the sword, and tilted her head. Pathos was just the best in his craft. Fingertips caressed the blade. "I wanted to see if I could put one at the pommel and one on the sheath. Just name your price." A smile formed listening to the Nephilim. "Thank you. I'll come by a little later." The phone was set down in the cradle. In this day and age where everyone had a cell phone, Ariadne still marveled in the simple things like a land line. Cloth was gathered as she set the sword on her lap. It was so beautiful. The pommel had her name written in hieroglyphics down the middle. The sheath was of black leather, lacquered and the same symbols were branded into the casing. The cleaning cloth stroked down the swords length. Careful not to press to much into the blade itself. Even the slight pressure was enough to cut through the cloth. Turning the blade Ariadne cleaned the back of it before slipping it into the sheath. The gentle barely heard whisper of a knock told Ariadne that Guinevere was at the door. She rose to answer. Finger turned the handle and smiled seeing the older woman standing there with her winter garments. "Hey Gwen." Stepping aside to let the Seer into the trailer. Swords and daggers infused with magic called out to the Seer. She was a woman of magic and mysterious much like the line of Crones. From the seed of a woman of the line she would bare a daughter to aid the Crone. As the Crone grows in the grace of the goddess; so would this woman with the gift of sight. That was Guinevere. "What do I owe the pleasure? Would like some tea?" Guinevere shook her blond head. A smile parted her perfectly shaped lips as she stared at Ariadne. "Sit Aria." Walking around one of the chairs she would sit directly in front of the Seer. A frown etched her lips staring at the woman. "Is something wrong?" Ariadne asked. Guinevere's smile seemed to shift into a smile of sadness. This troubled Ariadne. "What is it that gives you that expression?" Guinevere took in a deep breath before taking one of Ariadne's hands. "You are coming at the age when you should have already picked a man to have a child with. Aria, you need to give us a Crone. Before your next birthday you should be pregnant it is the law of the Tarakians. This will insure us that we as a people will have a leader to guide us." Ariadne removed her hand from Guinevere's touch. Her own mouth twisting in a frown. "I know the laws, Guinevere. How am I supposed to pick who I want?" Asking this Ariadne stood to pace lightly from the chair she had sat to the table where her new sword sat waiting. "I have no interest in this." A shake of her blond head. She had friends, and she had fighters, but there was no one that even peeked her interest. "What about Romeo or his brother Mercutio? Or even Pathos?" Ariadne waved her hand pushing the thought aside. "I can't." Guinevere stood and placed a hand on Ariadne's shoulder. "It is not a matter of if you can't. It is a matter that you must. You need to give us a daughter. It is our way. You mother knew this and your grandmother. They-" "They are dead! They accepted this life without reason or thought. And where are they Gwen? Dead. They don't live past the age of forty-five. I want more than that." Guinevere took hold of Ariadne's shoulders, pressing her strong fingers into the other woman's flesh. "Help me Goddess; Ariadne this is your path. This is what you were born for. This is the path of the Crone. Give us a daughter. Pick a man any man and give us a daughter." That was all the Seer said leaving the trailer soon after. Ariadne returned to her desk. The newspaper was folded open staring down at the page. The article was small, barely any information on it. No name of the woman. Though a few things did stick with Ariadne. Drained of blood and 'animal teeth marks' No animal left any body out in the open. There would have chunks missing. Grabbing her sword and the paper folding it as Ariadne got ready to leave for the night. __________________

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