Artemis' POV:
I looked at the little, adorable girl in front of me, her shining white hair radiating power like nothing I had ever seen. When she looked up at me and said, "Mama," for a few seconds, I collapsed. Then I woke up and looked at her again. She was staring at me, tears welling up in her eyes, and she said, "Mom, do you not want me?"
A feeling surged within me, something primal and protective. I realized it was maternal instinct. Without thinking, I rushed to wrap her in a warm embrace, holding her tightly. As I did, my mind flashed back to her blood—the mix of primordial and immortal blood. She was not a god, but a primordial goddess. So, in a way, she was my daughter.
Zeus' POV:
He was stunned. He had just turned those titans into corpses. His hand had been by Artemis' side, watching her as she bled out on the floor. The fading light in her eyes showed she might reform in Tartarus, but those who went there were never the same.
I was surprised when I felt a surge of power growing within me. It was exhilarating. I looked around to see Artemis standing strong, along with Poseidon and my two children, only now they were even stronger than before. Then I noticed a younger girl, about three or four years old, who called Artemis "mother." She passed out, and Apollo rushed to her side. He was about to cry, but instead, he hugged her tightly.
She turned to me and said, "Thunder Grandpa."
I was stunned when I heard it. Three people beside me burst into laughter. Apollo, too, couldn't hold back his amusement. She was definitely a primordial, born from Artemis and others—perhaps even connected to time and space. As time went on, we decided to head back to Olympus. Artemis held the little girl close, naming her Aperia.
Sure! Here's an extended version of the story with Artemis' point of view, focusing on her first days with Aperia, the primordial goddess of time, space, the void, destiny, and annihilation. The tone will be childlike and innocent, focusing on Artemis' nurturing instincts as she takes care of her daughter while also showing Aperia's cuteness and the wonder of her first moments on Olympus.
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**Artemis' POV:**
The first thing I noticed when I held Aperia in my arms was how small and fragile she was, even though she radiated power that I could feel deep in my bones. Her tiny fingers curled around mine, and I marveled at how soft her skin felt against mine. Her hair, pure and white as freshly fallen snow, shimmered like stardust in the light of Olympus. She was so precious, so delicate, and yet… she was so much more than any mortal child could ever be. I could feel the weight of her existence already, the immense power contained within her small form.
Aperia had just woken up, blinking her large, wide eyes at me as though she was seeing the world for the very first time. She was so beautiful, and her innocence was unlike anything I'd ever witnessed. She looked up at me, her mouth forming a small smile.
"Mama," she said, her voice soft and gentle, like a whisper of wind through the trees.
At that moment, I felt something in my chest tighten. It was a strange feeling, something deep and protective. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer to me. "Yes, my little one, I'm here," I whispered, smoothing her hair gently. Her little fingers gripped my sleeve, as though afraid I might disappear.
I had never expected this—this feeling, this sense of love and care. I had always been Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, wild and free. I had never imagined myself as a mother, but with Aperia in my arms, everything felt different. It felt… right. Her presence was like a force of nature, one I couldn't explain but could feel with every fiber of my being.
We were in the grand hall of Olympus, the palace shimmering with gold and marble. The gods were all there, whispering in awe as they saw Aperia, the primordial goddess of time, space, the void, destiny, and annihilation. They didn't know what to make of her—she was a new force, a being that existed beyond the understanding of even the most powerful among them.
As I looked around, I saw Zeus staring at us with wide eyes, his expression one of awe and disbelief. Poseidon and Hades, too, were silent, as if they were unsure of what to say. Even Apollo, who had rushed to Aperia's side the moment she arrived, seemed a little bewildered.
"Uncle Apollo," Aperia suddenly said, her voice tinged with innocence as she looked up at him.
Apollo froze, his eyes widening in surprise. "I… I'm your uncle?" he asked, his voice a mix of amusement and bewilderment.
Aperia nodded, her little head bobbing as she looked at him with trust and admiration. She didn't know the weight of her words, the way she had just created a new bond within our family. Apollo couldn't help but laugh, a warm, full-hearted laugh that seemed to fill the entire hall.
"Yes, you are, little one," Apollo said, kneeling down to her level. He looked at me, his expression softening. "You've made a very powerful little goddess, Artemis."
I didn't know how to respond to that. I only smiled as I held Aperia closer. I was still adjusting to the fact that this child, this small being with so much power inside of her, was mine. She was part of me, part of something so much larger than any of us could truly comprehend.
Aperia was still adjusting to her new surroundings. She had never been to Olympus before, and the grandeur of the palace was overwhelming for her. She would look up at the ceilings with wide eyes, her tiny mouth agape as she tried to take in everything at once. Her curiosity was endless, her questions constant.
"What's that?" she would ask, pointing at a statue of an ancient god. "Who is that? What does he do?"
I would smile and explain, telling her stories of the gods and the myths that had shaped this world. I told her about the great battles we had fought, the victories and defeats, and the many stories that made up the rich tapestry of our existence. She listened intently, her eyes filled with wonder.
"Tell me more, Mama," she would say, her voice filled with a desire to know everything.
It was in those moments that I realized just how special she was. Despite her small size, despite her innocent appearance, Aperia was a primordial goddess. Her power, though hidden beneath the surface, was immense. She was the embodiment of time, space, the void, destiny, and annihilation. These were forces that no mortal or even most gods could ever hope to understand. But Aperia… she was different.
There were times when her powers would flare unexpectedly. Once, when she was reaching for a piece of fruit on the table, the fruit disappeared, and the air around her shimmered with a strange energy. I could feel the pull of her power, the way it connected with everything around us. It wasn't something I could control, but I had a feeling she would learn to master it as she grew.
One day, when we were walking through the gardens of the palace, Aperia suddenly stopped and stared up at the sky. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the stars above, her gaze distant, as though she could see the threads of fate woven into the night.
"Mama," she whispered, her voice full of awe. "I can see them. I can see all of time. I can see everything."
I knelt beside her, wrapping my arms around her. "What do you see, little one?"
Aperia looked at me, her eyes filled with both wonder and a quiet sadness. "I see how everything ends, Mama. I see how the stars will fall, how everything will fade into nothingness. But I also see how everything is reborn. It's all part of the cycle."
Her words were heavy, but she spoke them with the innocence of a child. She didn't understand the full weight of what she was saying, but I did. Aperia was a primordial goddess, a being tied to the very fabric of existence. She understood the flow of time and the inevitability of change.
I held her tighter, trying to shield her from the weight of the world, even though I knew she would one day have to carry it. For now, I just wanted her to be a child, to play, to laugh, and to learn.
As the days passed, Aperia grew more comfortable in the palace. She would spend time with Apollo, who would teach her how to play the lyre, her tiny fingers strumming the strings clumsily but with great joy. She would run through the gardens with the wind in her hair, laughing as she chased after butterflies.
There was a purity to her that was unlike anything I had ever seen. Aperia was a goddess of great power, but in those first few days on Olympus, she was simply a child. And that, in itself, was a blessing.
I couldn't help but wonder what the future held for her. What would she become? Would she remain this innocent, this pure? Or would she one day grow into the powerful force she was destined to be? Only time would tell. For now, I was content to hold her close, to protect her from the world as best I could.
She was my daughter, my little Aperia, and no matter what the future held, I would always be there to guide her.
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