`EILEITHYIA . the wonder

[eileithyia, THE WONDER]

eileithyia, the wonder

PERSONALITY,

Eileithyia, from the start, has never really been your average child, nor God and not even the typical female at that. She’s always been rather different; she didn’t take much joy in dollies, she hated baby talk and most strange of all, she never cried. When she was tired, she would simply suck on her thumb and latch onto someone’s arm; when she was hungry, she would get food for herself; when she was uncomfortable, she would try to fix that, as well, but Feralda was always quicker than her. Eileithyia was quick to crawl, and later to walk; her first words could have been earlier, but she was always a rather silent child. However, though she was silent, Eileithyia wasn’t shy by any means. She preferred to watch and observe, smile and nod. Talking only when was necessary, and otherwise charming the household simply by her cheeriness. Eileithyia wasn’t fond of the normal things a child should be amused by, even by a God’s standards at least. Eileithyia preferred her imagination, rather then toys and playmates. She was intelligent, and very sharp; picking up on things quicker then most, learning other things on her own, and finding ways around certain obstacles. As a child, Eileithyia was always happy, bright and determined.

She’d always been rather adventurous, and this trait stuck true to her personality even after supposedly maturing over the years. She’s daring to the point where she would, without hesitation, step into any territory, climb any mountain, scamper through any overgrown forest. She’s reckless like that, almost to the point that if she were a normal girl, and not a Goddess, she probably would have died by now. Her naturally clumsy kind of personality tends to clash with her thirst for adventure, as she’s constantly falling after reaching a certain point during her scale of a mountain side, she trips over the smallest roots, and she almost always falls into some water source of some type. Worse more, Eileithyia is noted to be quite the unlucky girl. She comes across danger whenever chances permit, falls into the wrong crowds, and her choices of what paths to take generally always comes back to haunt her. Of course, being that she is a God, her chances at survival without harm are significantly in her favour.

Eileithyia has always been the rather carefree, oblivious little girl at heart, with a tendency to be too trusting and naïve. Her unorthodox upbringing in the wild stunted her social skills, however, and she’s still sub-consciously working on improving them to this day. It’s generally not an easy thing for Eileithyia to make friends, as she’s normally a rather blunt, brash kind of person that’s not going to sugarcoat her words or suck up to anyone, and she excepts the same of people around her. She will never tolerate a person treating her special solely because of her status as a God, the daughter of Juudas, and the heir to Edil-Amandrah. If anyone does pay her special consideration because of that, she’ll in a sense, “bite their asses of.” The younger Malaki in Edil-Amandrah don’t really mix well with Eileithyia because of that, and also because of the fact that the race and her personalities clash horribly. Eileithyia doesn’t really get along with anyone that’s ‘her age’, except for perhaps a few of the Naoi, but she’ll generally just make friends with animals, or create her own ones. She hates to be completely on her own, these days, but despite that she’s still a rather lonely girl. In a way, it’s kind of her making since she – while unintentionally – alienates herself from actual society.

Always the ever rebellious spirit who doesn’t like doing what she’s told, Eileithyia doesn’t respond to orders from her ‘superiors’ very well. She runs away from her tutors constantly, ditches her lessons, backchats her father, and hates the majority of the higher ranked Malaki. She runs away to Taravehan, a lot, and tries to hide away in Ekzon-ra – but the climate of the realm doesn’t really sit well with her. And while she could simply just teleport herself to another world to escape her superiors, she has a liking of the thrill that the ‘chase’ gives her. She’s a seeker of entertainment, and is always striving to liven up the atmosphere.

Eileithyia naturally inherited the genetic intelligence from her father, however she’s not considered to be one of those ‘genius’ Gods. This is because she doesn’t find much amusement in learning to control her powers or honing them, even though it is very much in her capabilities to do so, seeing as though she has what’s looked upon as the one of the ‘perfect pedigrees. Eileithyia is a naturally stubborn and very determined girl in her own right, though, and she’s perfectly able to learn a certain trick or two. It all depends on how much it appeals to her and if she could be bothered to pay attention to it. Otherwise, Eileithyia normally follows the whole, “making things up,” as she goes.

APPEARANCE,

Eileithyia isn’t exactly your stunning, most beautiful, picture perfect Goddess. At best, she’s a pretty teenage girl; nothing over the top, but nothing too average, either. Eileithyia has one of those properly proportioned faces that’s not pointed, but not round; neither narrow or thin, chubby or plump. But at the same time, it’s all of them. Perfectly formed together to give Eileithyia a face that is seemingly angelic and so very human like. However, it does not single her out as a plain picture. Eileithyia, in her own way, is beautiful by her over all demeanor and the way she presents herself, to the unique personality and to those lovely, hazel chocolate eyes. Although, Eileithyia’s moods tend to sway the way she comes off as. One day, she might be charmingly happy, and her appearance could be surreal to the point where she can be glowing. The next, Eileithyia could be mellow, and therefore have the presence of a regular teenage girl. Of course, not forgetting that although she wouldn’t have the stunning image of a Goddess; she radiates power, like any other of her species, and as such it is very simple to point her out amongst a crowd.

For most of her life, Eileithyia has been looked upon as ‘cute’. Adorable, even, much to her annoyance. Her smile is one that can be cheeky, devious, sweet, lovely and bright all at the same time. With prominent dimples and a brightness that’s carefree and devoid of the worries the Realm’s face; Eileithyia has a seemingly child like innocence about her looks. She isn’t the type of female to be desired and yearned after by a male, but she isn’t unappealing to the opposite gender, either. Despite her child-like demeanor, Eileithyia should not be mistaken for a clueless, mere slip of a girl. The young Goddess has learned over her years that she can get away with a lot when she uses the right looks to her advantage. She’s cunning and witty; playing on her innocence and naivety to get out of any situations that might cause her an inconvenience, of sorts. She’s studied her tutors’ reactions to certain smiles; she’s figured that if she plays dumb with Feralda, she won’t know any better; and when dealing with Demetri, he only needs a pout and one of those innocent looks to let Eileithyia off the hook. Behind a carefree, oblivious exterior is most certainly the daughter of Juudas, the Wise and Aoife, the Graceful.

Eileithyia has rather soft, innocent features. Despite the fact that she spends a lot of her time outdoors, her complexion is that of a pale, white tone; it isn’t necessarily ethereal, though it does give off a glow when she’s in a very good mood. Her cheeks are ever so lightly dotted with the faintest of freckles, though one would have to be extremely close up to the Goddess to actually notice them – and even then, they would have to strain their eyes to actually see. Even though Eileithyia is pale, her cheeks are normally stained with a red, rosy flush. And, of course, being the lover of adventure and outdoors that she is, it’s common for Eileithyia to come home with twigs in her hair, dirt smudges on her porcelain skin and her dresses tattered and torn. It’s a daily chore for Ciaran to lecture and chide Eileithyia for ruining so many dresses, and also for being such a wild little thing. Was she not aware of her important duties? Did she completely ignore the fact that she should be learning, and gaining every bit of knowledge she could, before she had to take the rule of Edil-Amandrah? It is a ‘talk’ that Eileithyia has become accustomed to having with her Guardian. Still, though, she refuses to be caged in like a bird and continues to run amuck in the wilderness.

The first thing people usually notice about Eileithyia, is her smile. It is something that can be the most sweetest, loveliest thing you will ever bare witness to; a fleeting moment of bliss. It can be carefree and childish, innocent and naïve, sad and yet still beautiful, contemplative and solemn. Her smiles are always warm and inviting, contagious, even for the high ranks of Edil-Amandrah’s armies. She can melt hearts, and tempt the soul. With prominent dimples and full, soft pink lips, Eileithyia can charm her way into the life of most everyone she meets. Above her mouth is a properly proportioned, small but not too small nose that fits her face perfectly. It’s rather cute, buttoned almost but not drastically so. Her ears are normally covered by her hair; though they’re regular, and just like any other’s. Though, like every other feature, they compliment the shape of her face in size.

Eileithyia’s most prominent feature about her face, over all, is her eyes. They’re not a magnificent shade of blue, nor a pretty coloured green; they aren’t plain brown, or dark like the night. They’re like her fathers, everyone says. Like an autumn day, Eileithyia’s eyes are an amazing, deep shade of hazel – like yellow and orange and red leaves, all mixed together to create a bright, stunning iris. Although her eyes might seem normal, once a spark catches fire, they’re probably the most vivid thing you shall ever see. So alive, happy and passionate. However, just because she normally is carefree, doesn’t mean she isn’t capable of having an upset demeanor. Of course, it does take an awful lot to make Eileithyia sad, or angry; something terrible would have had to of happened. When Eileithyia is upset, however, it’s painfully obvious. Her temper is just as bad as any females – hot, dangerous and precisely controlled. Her eyes will become alight with life, and it’ll be a marvelous sight to see; like a fire, the rarely touched emotions shall strike out with a grace that Eileithyia would otherwise lack. Because she does have a good control on that inner fire, like all females usually do, her temper isn’t exactly a crash and burn one. It’s a swift, precise and most certainly graceful thing when it’s unleashed upon only the most deserving of victims.

However graceful Eileithyia might be when she’s angry, it’s not a constant in her life. In fact, Eileithyia is rather clumsy at times. Unlike her mother Aoife, the Graceful, Eileithyia rather lacks in anything of the sort. Elegance, grace, poise and etiquette are things that she has never really found all too important. As such, Eileithyia doesn’t come across as a Lady. Most of the time, she just seems like an uncontrollable, adolescent teenager. She doesn’t have table manners, is known for her embarrassing falls and has absolutely no respect for ‘protocol’. She doesn’t carry herself with the grace of a Goddess, nor does she like to wear fine things. This contrasts greatly with her physical appearance, as upon first look, most would expect her to be quite the lady. She stands at an average height for an adolescent, and has a well defined, curved physique with a prominent bust line. And while she might appear to be every bit the lady type, Eileithyia is a wild, reckless girl who once you get to know, will show you just how wrong you were in your first opinion. Eileithyia is quite the clumsy girl, and for all her adventurous ways, she’s never shaken off the tendency to trip over most every little thing.

Eileithyia is terrible when it comes to wearing dresses and finery. She absolutely loathes having to wear skirts, as they always get in the way when she’s going on her little adventures. It’s difficult to get past Feralda in pants and a tunic, however, as the old maid is very strict about the Goddess’ appearance. And of course, Eileithyia’s never really supposed to go out of the Kingdom without an escort, so she doesn’t use the argument that she’s just going to ruin it while she’s climbing mountains and tumbling down hills and falling into the ocean. The amount of how many dresses she has ruined has gone beyond recall, so much so that even Nikoleas Urau himself probably wouldn’t be able to record them all. Her hair is a shade of autumn orange which is always an untamable mess when she gets back home; no amount of ribbons could ever be enough to keep it neat and tidy. Despite her obvious activities, Feralda still insists on ensuring that Eileithyia is restricted and uncomfortable when she decides to go out. Though she isn’t that horrible, the old maid at least allows the dresses to be light enough not to get too much in the way of Eileithyia’s activities. The colours, however, are always light, and therefore easily stained. Eileithyia cannot comprehend why Feralda would want that, knowing full well that they would be ruined.

Over all, Eileithyia has been looked upon as the mirror image of her mother, in a way. The only thing different about the two, is that Aoife was always the graceful, perfect Lady. Whereas her daughter is the tomboy; the lover of adventure.

POWERS&SPECIALITIES,

Eileithyia’s specialties, as a God, are still very much in development as she is considered to be very young. She is currently in training, however, and has many tutors dedicated to developing her powers. Of course, Eileithyia isn’t exactly enthusiastic about it. She honestly just prefers to learn things as she goes, and as she needs. When she does want to learn something, though, Eileithyia is known to be determined and stubborn during the learning process, focused on mastering the ability quickly. So far, the areas of Eileithyia’s abilities which are most being explored upon and enhanced are her natural elemental affinity, Earth, hand-to-hand combat and some work is being done to advance her healing abilities, though Eileithyia takes little next to no interest in it.

HISTORY,

“You’re such a wild child, Eile, what am I going to do with you?”

Eileithyia’s Mother would ask her often, when she was a young child. Even in her earliest stages of her childhood, when she was first beginning to crawl, Eileithyia had always been an adventurous soul. Everyday there would be something new. First, the adventures started out with small, simple things. There would be the daily escape of her watchers’ careful eyes; she was always so cunning, so quick to grasp a chance given to her. They would look away one moment to get her a drink, or her teddy bear that somehow ended up behind them when Eileithyia had only just had it, and then when they turned back around, the infant Goddess would be gone. Vanished from their sight through the use of her already quickly developing skills. Of course, there was always her Uncle Trau to thank for teaching her those sorts of tricks. Due to the fact that her race aged so very slowly, and because of her esteemed parents, Eileithyia had always been quick to pick up those special sorts of magic. Even, at times, learning things on her own. She might have been looked upon as a genius, but Aoife always suspected that her daughter was mostly just an unbelievably determined and stubborn girl. She would never give up, never admit defeat. Like her Father, Eileithyia would always find a way to slip past the boundaries; trick her Guardians and experience the thrill of adventure. She was in so many ways, a troublesome child. Constantly keeping the people put in charge of her wellbeing on their toes. And even her Mother, as a Goddess herself, was often more then not in a fuss when it came to spending time with her Daughter. She was always so active, so hyper. Aoife would always share her opinion with Juudas, that she thought Eileithyia should have been a boy, instead of a girl.

“She is always safe, Demetri. She is always protected. Trust in that, and do not fret; Eile will not perish, so long as the universe is here to guide her steps. When she falls, the wind shall carry her to safety. As she slips, the earth will move to steady her. If she cries, the water spirits shall sooth her. When she’s cold, Ceau will share his warmth. And as she gets tired, Athreane shall sing her a lullaby.”

As she grew gradually over time, Eileithyia’s love for adventure and fun grew with her. When she was a mere toddler, with the appearance of a three year old, it was a common thing in the household for Eileithyia to disappear on one of her quests to find the ogre’s treasure, or to save her best friend, ‘the Princess’ (otherwise known as a random rock she would find), from danger. For days, sometimes weeks, they wouldn’t be able to find their Goddess, the one that had warmed their hearts with pretty, genuine smiles, dancing eyes and a pearl of childish laughter. Aoife never worried too much about her Daughter’s tendency to vanish into the forests, or wander across the plains, and scale the mountain ranges; not because she didn’t care for her Daughter, no, just that she knew Eileithyia would be protected, she would be safe from harm. Never did she not believe the world she created would not protect the child, and nor did she ever think that Eileithyia could ever be truly hurt; she was protected by the powers of old, and already she was a strong Goddess with much promise. Perhaps, however, it was just the way of the Gods; to allow their offspring such freedom, to put such trust into the things they create. And true to that, Eileithyia was never harmed. There was never a scratch on her body when she decided to come home at last, after finding her treasure and saving the Princess. Only that she was always tired, like an infant would be.

“Girl, you will be the death of me… but I promise you, before that, I will see you presentable!”

Despite Aoife’s trust in her Daughter and the land, however, the household had taken much longer to accept the fact that Eileithyia could be allowed such freedom. As such, they were always trying to shape her into the image that they thought a Goddess of such rarity should be. They would dress her up in cute, pretty dresses. With ribbons in her hair, and dainty slippers, they attempted to tame the wild personality. Cage it up, lock it away and replace it with a serene, gentle and obedient girl. Instead, they only managed to create a rebellious streak in Eileithyia; her disappearances would start to become more often, lasting longer. For most of her ‘childhood’, Eileithyia cared for herself by choice, and returned to her Mother’s Kingdom, Lotheinae, when it suited her. In the body of a four year old; Eileithyia was as independent and free as any adult. And if she didn’t take care of herself, the land and it’s Guardians would. There was the sun God; Ceau the Raging, one of the most toughest bastards one could ever meet, he would keep her warm when it was cold. And the moon Goddess; Athreane the Cold, rumored to be the older sister of Juudas, would tuck her in at night. They were her most fierce protectors, being so loyal to her parents, and also because she had charmed her way into their hearts. With a bright smile, Eileithyia managed to melt the icy exterior of the moon Goddess herself, in all of her bitterness. She had faced the sun god, in all of his fiery temper, sharp words and dazzling eyes; with an innocent suggestion that he should turn the heat down a little, Eileithyia coaxed a genuine cackle of laughter from him.

“Little daughter, you are so very far from home, let me help you.”

Of course, there were always the threats; the beings that were loyal only to themselves, that only saw gain and loss, they wanted but never gave, craving and needing and taking. They were the dark ones of her Mother’s world. The ones that were bitter, and menacing, and terrifyingly horrid. With their hissing tongues, and ebon black locks, their gray skin and yellow eyes; they were death. However, they so very human, in a way. Or at least they tried to be. They craved what humans in Aoife’s Realm had; it was their ultimate goal, to be just like them – because they were so lost in their own culture, that they had forgotten how to live without following off of another races. “Come with me,” she chimed ever so lovely; trust her, Eileithyia’s child like self said, she smells like Ferry’s cakes – maybe she has some? However, Eileithyia was the daughter of Juudas the Wise; she was intelligent enough, wise enough in her youth, to know the danger. But knowing didn’t necessarily mean she was going to decline the offer. After all, imagine the fun; it’d be an adventure, a real adventure. Not one that would be made up, not make believe. It would be so very lovely, Eileithyia knew. And so, she crossed the border into the Unknown Realm; where darkness was everlasting, where naught the Moon nor the Sun could reach, a place of evil, a place of death, a place where no one should ever wish to step foot in. Eileithyia smiled and took the creatures hand.

“Isn’t she just absolutely precious? Her skin – it’s so flawless! I could just eat her all up.”

Eileithyia found she couldn’t pronounce the Lady’s name, after she learned it. It was a name that would bring a person nightmares, should they ever hear it. “Nay-Nay.” She called her instead, much to the Lady’s glee; because she was so cute that it was unbearable! How could one have such innocence? How? It was just so very unfair. The Lady and Eileithyia walked for days, that might have been weeks, but could have been minutes; the land was a confusing, mind blowing place, no words could ever truly describe it while doing it justice. Eileithyia met more creatures like the Lady, over time – time which Eileithyia took no notice of, anymore. She had long since forgotten when a year had passed. “They’re not really Nay-Nay’s friends,” the Lady pouted as she fluffed her hair, “don’t be too nice to them,” there was a hint of jealousy in that. Territorial. Possessive. She’s my pet, I found her, I own her. You can’t take her. She’s mine. One night, as the Lady was tucking her into a makeshift bed in the middle of a field of long, gray grass – her race didn’t need such a thing as sleep, or food, or water; they survived on the flesh of other creatures, sometimes of their own kind – she revealed something that should have frightened Eileithyia.

“Sweetheart… you know that Nay-Nay can’t have her own… daughter, as you call it, right? Well… do you think that you could be mine? Hmm… then where is your Mummy now? Why isn’t she caring for you? Like I am. Does she really love you, darling? Oh, don’t weep, my angel; I’m here. It’s okay, Eile, Mummy’s here.”

The Lady’s obsession had grown into something that was far beyond healthy. Eileithyia, in the Lady’s mind, was hers. Her daughter. No one else’s. Only hers. No one would take her away. She was living, and bright, and happy; she was everything the Lady couldn’t be. She needed that, that feeling that small spark of life in the pit of her stomach, as she would watch Eileithyia dance around and laugh and sing and smile. The same feeling, when Eileithyia would hug her and ask to hear her lullaby. It was completely and utterly euphoric; to feel the warmth, the rising of her chest, the beating of her heart, to hear the soft, lovely, timidly shy little, “goodnight Mummy.” Her angel, her piece of something that she was never supposed to have; never supposed to dream of. She finally had her. She was hers. She would forever be with her. Nothing and no one could take her away.

“If you let the child go, I shall not hurt you.”

Who was he? Who did he think he was? Demanding, lying, deceiving. He would not take her away. He could not. The fiery haired bastard would die before he touched her silky autumn locks. She would not let him take away her life source. “Leave.” It was harsh, bitter and angry. Having learned that Eileithyia hated that tone, was frightened of that voice; the Lady covered her ears as she backed away. Let him not be one of them. Let him be weak. “Give the child to me, creature.” He spoke with such blatant disgust. That was why she hated them. But she loathed them, envied them, wanted them, and in her own sick, twisted way; she loved them. She loved her. “She’s mine. My daughter. I own her.” She spat back; threatening, hating, daring. He let out a laugh that was amused, mocking, pitying. “One such as yourself could never be deserving enough to even think of such things, now give her to me, before I kill you.” In her arms, Eileithyia was very still; her face pressed into the Lady’s neck, breathing so very softly. “It’s okay, it’s okay. He won’t touch you. I won’t let him. Be a big girl, Eile. Can you run over there? That’s my girl, so brave.” And, turning back as the child scampered off, the Lady narrowed her eyes when she saw the so very obvious disbelief and curiosity. Were not the creatures of the night supposed to be blood thirsty demons, without a conscience? How could she show such tenderness? “You will not take her,” and she attacked.

“It’s alright, Eileithyia, it’s alright. Your Father sent me – don’t cry, please don’t cry. Do you want sweets? I promise I’ll get you your favorite sweets – just stop biting me. Please, Eileithyia? Your Father needs you in Edil-Amandrah. No – don’t do that! Eileithyia!”

Ciaran had expected that it would be a simple assignment, no problems. “I am concerned about Eileithyia,” Juudas had said, in that tone that seemed completely drained, “Aoife has passed on, it is time my Daughter came to Edil-Amandrah.” The only problem was, however, that no one knew exactly where the little Goddess had ventured off to. “Demetri said she was last sighted on the borders of Niquhn, from there… no one has heard anything since, for years. The Seers feel that she’s in the Outer Realms; somewhere dark. They cannot reach her.” In other words, it was Ciaran’s job to do everything in his power to find the Heir to Edil-Amandrah. For if she could not found, then the Kingdom was forfeit to another God when Juudas should so pass on to follow his lover, down into that mysterious, unknown after life. And so, after being transferred over to the World of Arkan-da, Ciaran learned of Eileithyia’s life over time – days turned into weeks, weeks to months and months gradually spread into years. Picking up the threads and weaving them together; he followed her quests, consulted her Guardians and met her friends. From ogre to giant, and dragon to butterfly, a tortoise and a caterpillar. Great and insignificant, big and small, timid and aggressive.

“You are the one that seeks the girl, are you not? Day and night, night and day. Day after month, month after year. If one should wish to find her, one should seek the dark.”

The old crone had spoken in riddles drenched in madness; she was half wild, completely mad. She stank like the marshes – hair like twigs, skin blotched, eyes eerily unseeing yet knowing, inhumanely small body frail. “Seek the dark, the dark,” she echoed. “One should seek the dark, go now. Find the Demon. Find her. Catch her. Kill her.” But she was the only one left; the only one that could have had an ounce of correct knowledge. Trusting her, he sought the dark. “Silly boy, silly boy. You should not be here. It is not your place. Run away, silly boy, run away. Before I catch you.” His entrance into the Outer Realm was unwanted; he was met with challenge after challenge. Blood shed followed his path, bodies littered the grounds. Creature after creature; they were endless. But he was on the right path, he knew it, he could feel it. There was something utterly not right with the place; but he knew she was there, she had to be. Years, so many years; he was so tired.

“…pretty little thing it is… Naukihequ has her… it smells absolutely divine… shame it is, that the wretch is so attached; it would have made an interesting play mate…”

It hadn’t taken him too long to track her down, after that. Naekihequ. Even in this Realm, it was a name that the creatures shuddered at. “That bitch? Insane little minx, after she lost dear little lover; Head Hunters got her. Naekihequ… she’s a little deranged, thinks she’s human, see. Or at least, believes that she should have what a human has.” Ciaran, standing above the slowly dying wretched thing, narrowed his eyes; he didn’t like the sound of that, he didn’t like it at all. “Should find her-” he was coughing up too much blood, Ciaran realized as he let the pressure of his foot crushing it’s chest relax, just enough. “A- around the We…ste…rn bord…ers.” With a smile, the Malaki stepped away after wiping his hands on the creatures tattered rags. “Hey – yo…u… said… th- that… you’d heal… me.” How could such a being be so desperate for their life? A life as foul and treacherous as theirs was, why would one wish to continue it? Smirking, Ciaran waved him off, thinking himself as doing it a favor; no longer would it have to live in such misery, no longer would it be a freak of nature, it could finally die. Naekihequ and Eileithyia had somehow formed a bond, Ciaran found out after studying the two in the clearing. Mother. Daughter. Impossible. As an Angel, his beliefs were completely over powering; urges to kill, insatiable. It simply wasn’t possible, couldn’t be allowed, would never be accepted. Eileithyia was a Goddess, it was completely and utterly against the unwritten laws of nature. This creature, this foul being of the darkness had tainted her. And so, with a little spared effort, he ended the wretch’s life.

“You killed Mummy. You killed my Mummy. I want her back. Now. Bring her back.”

It a desperate plea from a heart broken child. Right then, right now; she wasn’t a Goddess, she wasn’t powerful, she wasn’t wise and intelligent, she was merely a child. A lost little child that had just been ripped away from a thing she had been deceived into thinking was her mother. Ciaran would have found it an insult to Aoife, who’s life had been taken naught twenty five years ago in a battle to protect her Realm. Despite her parentage and her knowledge gained in the one hundred and sixteen years she had been alive… Eileithyia was still a child, still just an infant that wanted her Mother. After so many years of being with the creature, Eileithyia had started to actually believe what she was told; forgetting her other life, back at the household with chickens and dogs, and Feralda’s cakes. “Eileithyia…” he said in a restrained tone, with absolutely no idea how to take care of a child. Reminding himself that he just had to get her to Edil-Amandrah, safe with her Father. Nothing more. He didn’t have to worry about anything after that. “If you promise to be a good girl, I’ll take you to find your Mother.” Liar. But it was necessary to complete his mission. Necessary, yes, though still not right of him. In a tiny whisper, Eileithyia’s voice was full of woe but also kindled hope, “I promise.” Still, why did he feel so sick with dread? Was it because, when they returned to Edil-Amandrah, he was going to see her face, all twisted in an emotion that was so very foreign and unknown to him? He didn’t want to be around when she realized the truth; when she realized Mummy wasn’t coming back. Instead, she was going to be thrown into a life full of strangers and weird things. How long, exactly, had it been since she had last been in civilization? She was practically half wild. Her hair was too long, knotted and dirty. She wore makeshift clothes out of animal fur. She wasn’t starved, but she didn’t look perfect. Her body had grown, no longer did she look like a three year old, but instead nine years; though she was still so terribly small. But that was okay, he told himself, from the paintings he had seen, Eileithyia had always been small.

“My Daughter… Eileithyia… you’ve grown so much.”

Eileithyia didn’t like him. She didn’t like him at all. He was tall, and smelled like dust, with eyes that held too much knowledge in them. She felt inferior before him; too small, too frail. Where was Nay-Nay? The red haired man – Ciaran, wasn’t it? Ciaran had promised her that he’d help her find her Mother. But she hadn’t seen him, ever since he left her with that large, too friendly women; the one that had scrubbed and washed her until she was red. Cutting away her hair that her Mother so dearly loved, and running a hard, bristled thing through it. And by the Sun God, did it hurt – but she had to be strong, she couldn’t be weak. Weakness would be your downfall, Nay-Nay said. Don’t let them see you cry. “What do you remember, Eileithyia?” the tall man asked her, crouching down to her level, too close, oh so close. She wanted to vanish; she wanted to use that trick that she couldn’t recall of whom taught her it, and disappear. Run away. Find her Mother. Go home. “Come, come. Don’t be afraid, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re my Daughter. Surely, you must remember. Think, Eileithyia, who am I?” She wasn’t his Daughter. She couldn’t be. Didn’t Mummy’s and Daddy’s have to know each other, to have an offspring? This man didn’t know Nay-Nay. He couldn’t. Still… he was so familiar. The lines that creased his forehead; the eyes that looked too much like the ones she saw in the water, when she looked into the lake as Nay-Nay would wash away the blood from the hunt; he was kind, nice, warm. Powerful. She could sense so much power. In her flurry of winding thoughts, Eileithyia didn’t notice the tall man’s hand come behind her head, and only looked up dazed as she felt a warm sensation filter through her mind before everything came back to her; like something punching her in the stomach, her memories leaked out of the locked doors they had been hidden behind, and spilled out all too quickly.

“You are Juudas, the Wise. God of Edil-Amandrah. Among the most powerful of the nine Gods that first were. You are my Father.”

Eileithyia, shocked, took a while to let everything sink in. For a long time, she was a rather quiet girl; obedient, absent minded, perhaps a little shy. And oh, so very lonely. As she grew older, she began to accept it. Becoming more and more of her old self – happy, care free, alive – with each passing year, until eventually she was Eile, again. Having been so long in the wild, Eileithyia never became too fond of being in the Kingdom, or anywhere near a court at that. Some say it was her infamous love for adventure; though some people, like Juudas and Ciaran, knew all too well that it was simply because Eileithyia had become wild herself – to a point, of course. Inside the Kingdom, Eileithyia always felt trapped, alone, closed in. She was familiar with no one, except perhaps her father, Feralda – whom had come to Edil-Amandrah with Demetri, a Demigod, half-brother to Aoife – and therefore her Uncle. Even still, most of the other inhabitants of the Kingdom that were ‘her age’ preferred to stay away from her; she was a Goddess. Next to her, they were inferior, and thus they didn’t include her. The infesting loneliness caused Eileithyia to create a type of friend, if you will; like how the Gods created their races, she created her own thing (it couldn’t really be called a creature, after all, since it was capable of taking on the form of anything Eileithyia could imagine.) Instead of calling him an ‘it’, Eileithyia made sure everyone called him by his name, Dermit, so as not to hurt his feelings.

“Eileithyia – honestly! If you don’t start focusing on your studies, I’m going to personally destroy the damned thing!”

Being the Heir to Edil-Amandrah, Eileithyia’s life wasn’t allowed to be all full of fun and games. Since it was ever prominent that Eile would take rule of the Realm sooner than had been anticipated, for Juudas was ever more ready to step-down – it was more dire then ever that Eileithyia should settled down and learn, grow up. Worry about whether or not she could handle the duties plagued the counsel’s minds with doubt, and the council of Edil-Amandrah, Juudas’ most trusted advisors, appointed specially chosen tutors for Eileithyia’s education. Demetri, being familiar with Eileithyia, was chosen to teach her his knowledge of the elements, and mostly further her abilities with difficult magic. Niame Lihlolan was chosen to teach Eileithyia in the arts of healing, and she was given the challenge of developing Eileithyia’s etiquette and Lady-likeness, as well. Her appointed tutor and trainer in the arts of warfare was a mysterious Selaphi, known simply as ‘Rorek’. He was also appointed as her personal guard of sorts, much to Eileithyia’s annoyance. Ever the rebellious sole, hungry for adventure, Eileithyia to this day is still constantly running away from her obligations, missing her lessons and trying her best to ditch the ever persistent presence of Rorek. She gets herself into a lot of trouble, falls down a hell of a lot, and gets right back up and starts running again. Wild, cunning and oh so hard to catch, Eileithyia is much more like her old self then ever.

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FACE CLAIM,

Inoue Orihime, from Bleach. Because she's cute, clueless and the best one I could think of for lil' Eile.

TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF,

I'm Allie. A fifteen year old girl with too much of an overactive imagination.

WHAT IS PRELUDE?

Prelude is a fantasy inclined, literate roleplay site. It's based on an original idea that's been on the creator's mind for way to long.

WHO EXACTLY IS THIS GOD?

Eileithyia is the daughter of Juudas and Aoife, making her a full blooded God, and one of the rare ones that have two of the original nine Gods as their parents. She's the heir to Edil-Amandrah.

EXTRA INFO,

I totally didn't put any effort into this section. Making a bad example, aren't I?

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