Drive

Prolouge

"Come, my child, it is time for bed."
The child, no older than six moons, scampers across the black tile in a dress of Everblooms, flowers native to the Hel realm.
The beautiful, white peony like blossoms that are forever stuck at the perfect state of blooming, set off the child's gorgeously speckled, but otherwise chocolatey skin tone quite nicely.
Millions of white freckles graced the girl from her head down to the tip of her toes, kiss her nail beds, and even speckle her scalp.
Even whiter curls shown with blonde and black streaks, bouncing in a cloud around her face, as she comes to a stop in front of her waiting mother.
It's common for Giants to have more than two eyes, but even so, four sets of pure white eyes swirled like pools of milk in the child's face, making her gase uncomfortable for all but her mother's.
That gase turns up now to search the mothers clear and murcky blue eyes.

"Must I, Mommy? I haven't finished!"

The mother in question looked at the child's incomplete painting. The child had been using her fingers instead of a brush, and had managed to get acrylic paint all over the wooden table set aside for her projects.
The mother sighed as she focused on the face peering from a gray, churning background.
"You like to paint him alot, why is that darling?"
The girl turned to the painting, her eyelids falling down upon those eyes, "he's is an alignment mommy, an alignment that lives in the constellation of my soul. When our stars shine the same path, it will not be in vain this time."
The child's eyes flutter open again, and her skin pales as she takes in a breath of relief.
The mother watched in concern, but didn't comment in a direct way, in stead deciding on a simpler approach.
"If you come now, I will tell you a tail, I'll whisper to you about the lives of another alot like you."
The girls eyes widen, showing more of that endless white, and rushes to her mother's side upon her bed.
"What is it about Mommy?"
"I will tell you one I haven't told before, it's the story of Blodeuwedd."
The girl wiggles closer, a gleeful look in her eyes as she looks up at her mother.
"Her name sounds familiar, momma, do we know her?"
The goddess of Hel looks down upon the child, a look of sorrow in her face, before nodding silently.
"What kind of Goddess is she momma."
"She was the Welsh goddess of Emotions-"
"Welsh? That's like the opposite of the Frank's right?"
"French, darling, there called French now."
"That just sounds silly."
The giantess chuckles, " I suppose so."
"But anyhow, the story of Blodeuwedd is a sad one, filled with denied love, stolen chances and death."
"How morbid."
"Yes, so once upon a time there was a son of a queen who wished to take his place upon the thrown, but his mother denied him that right. After much scheming, he tricked his mother into giving him the position, but not the recognition for his power."
The goddess looked down at the child as she continues, "for that, he must marry the land. So with help form his cousins, they made a women from flowers, and the bark of a very powerful tree."
"Blodeuwedd, meaning flower face, was promptly married to this wanna be king. Since he had married the land through her, he could takes his throne, and his crown."
"Everything was fine, but then one day the king had to run off to take care of business, leaving his wife behind. In his absence, a wounded Hunter soon came in the dead of night looking for shelter, which Blodeuwedd granted him, and it was love at first sight."
"They had found that they were mates-"
"Soulmates? Thats so romantic!"
"No, darling, not soulmates, mates. Mates mean your souls are compatible, soulmates mean your souls are one and the same."
"Oh, okay, so the were very compatible."
"Yes, so much so, that they came to the conclusion that they had to be together, and the only way to do that was by killing the king."
"They plotted, since the kings death could only be brought upon him by very unlikely circumstances, and finally figured out a way."
"The king could not be killed by a man on land or on horse back, neither inside or out. So with one foot on a tube, and one foot atop a goats back that stood in an entrance way, the lover of Blodeuwedd took his shoot. Just when the arrow would peirce through the kings heart, the king noticed and shifted into a bird, making the arrow miss by a inch. The king flew off to his cousins to be healed."
The child, by the end of the story, looked wide eyed and sad. But then her brows crashed together as a thought came to pass.
"So what happened to the mates?"
The Giantess looked away, her eyes holding more emotion than she wanted her daughter to see.
"The hunter was killed, and the Goddess of emotion labeled unfaithful."
"I suppose she was."
The Goddess and ruler of the realm of Hel glanced down at her daughter, " that's not fair judgment though, now is it."
The child looked confused.
"Blodeuwedd never got a choice of who to marry, and would of had to push away maybe the only mate she would ever get in her lifetime, for a man that only created her for the throne. The king never loved her like she deserved."
The girl blinked, "well... Yes, I guess your right mommy, but she was still unfaithful. Is she still alive, this Goddess of Emotion?"
"Yes."
"That's really sad, to live in shame because you loved, and in the end, they couldn't even stay together."
"It's for the best, they weren't soulmates anyway," the mother states, and the child nods.
"I hope that he was at least reincarnated, so he can have another shoot at love."
The mother looked at her daughter knowingly, "oh, I know he did, I just wonder if the other God's will let him be. If so, he will have luck in this life, Blodeuwedd made sure of that."