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The Daughter of War - Chapter 24: Coral, Crimson, and Cream

by Ley


Warning: This work has been rated 18+ for language.

Chapter 24: Coral, Crimson, and Cream

“How do we know for sure that it wasn’t Hades?” Jase questioned; arm rested on the old wooden table in the center of the Grande Hall’s massive library.

Josephine shoved a stray strand of blonde hair behind hear ear before responding, more focused on the book she had in front of her. Josephine came straight from the Healer’s Den to the library, hoping to find some information on the beam of light that caused a hole in the ballroom floor. Jase must’ve sensed her presence because he showed up shortly after she got settled in.

“There’s nothing in here about light—artificial or divine,” Josephine sighed and shut the book, glaring at the golden cover that resembled the Styx River, “Hades cannot control light, nor create it. I believe Persephone, I don’t think it’s him.”

Jase studied her and grabbed the book, flipping through the index before finding something worth mentioning, “There’s a section for Tartarus; light never shines through and how that’s relevant to the torturing of souls. But, other than that, you’re right. Dammit.” With the flick of his wrist, Jase flung the book back into its holding place, a few shelves up from the section on Divine Entities, “Back to square one.”

Josephine pursed her lips and glanced around them, eyes landing on one particular book too high for her to reach. The God who Shone Light. She looked back at Jase, a smile forming across her face, “Grab that one for me, would you?” She pointed at the silver book, the orange binding standing out amongst all the gold surrounding it.

Jase nodded and conjured his magic, a long strand of blackness extending from his fingertips to the book Josephine was looking at. The book flew into his hands, and he wiped off the dust layer, blowing the access off with his breath, “Apollo? I mean… it’d make sense.”

Josephine snatched the book from him and flipped to the first page, reading the introduction to Apollo’s biography:

 It dawned on Josephine that not only Hades was a prophet, but also his nephew—Apollo. If he had reasonable cause, a reason to attack, it would all make sense.

“What if Apollo saw something?” Josephine asked, moving the page so that Jase could also read, “It says here that he can foresee the future. He’s a prophet. Maybe he saw something he didn’t like…”

“No,” Jase shook his head, “Apollo wouldn’t attack Olympus directly. He’d go through someone else. He isn’t that stupid—I’m sure Zeus is already questioning him now as we speak.”

“Okay, but he could lie. Like it says here, the Gods fear him. He could lie to his daddy and then go behind his back.”

“Anything is possible, yes. But like I said, he’d need some help,” Jase furrowed his brow, “You aren’t thinking of going after whoever did this, are you?”

“And if I am?” Josephine looked up at him, crossing her arms.

“If you were, I’d advise you not to,” Jase’s eyes met hers. There was a sense of confusion and worry in his voice, causing Josephine to break eye contact and look elsewhere. The doors to the library opened, and the sounds of Athena’s daughter’s laughter filled the large dome-like room.

Josephine tilted her head downwards and lowered her voice to a whisper, “So if I were, you wouldn’t help me?”

Jase looked at the girls who walked by them, one of them winking at Jase suggestively. Josephine rolled her eyes. Of course, the new Champion of Olympus would get all the attention. Jase has served Zeus for almost four years now, so these faces were most likely familiar to him. She tried to hide her jealousy. Jase wasn’t hers—he was a cunning and charming bachelor. Any woman on Olympus would be lucky to call him theirs. She also didn’t blame him if he wanted to live while he was still technically young.

He turned his attention back to Josephine, “If you were going to find whoever did this, I’d definitely help.”

“Good,” Josephine smiled, slamming the book shut, “Let’s meet tomorrow. My mom’s. 10’o’clock AM sharp.”

Jase’s eyes widened, “Why, how demanding. I love that,” he winked.

Josephine rolled her eyes, once again, before sticking her tongue out and gathering her things, “10’o’clock, Vitalis. Don’t be late.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

~

Returning to her mother’s palace was the one thing she looked forward to most. Josephine longed every day during the Trials to see her mom again, but hadn’t since after the first Trial. She hoped that her mother saw everything—knew everything already. That way, she wouldn’t have to explain herself for the trillionth time.

The bond between kin and mother or creator was both unbreakable and unique. Even after death, the bond stays strong, allowing each child to speak to their parent in times of need or wisdom. During the competition, those bonds were completely blocked.

Josephine’s home-away-from-home was her mother’s abode—gardens surrounded by the richest of lakes and vegetation. Small, stylish boutiques lined the outside of the palace, which ran all the way through Central Square. Most townspeople could tell just by the architecture that the palace was Aphrodite’s, from the rose-colored brick to the inviting pull of the blossoming front yard. The guards that stood before every entrance nodded at Josephine as she passed through.

As soon as she entered, her mother’s aura warmed her core. Josephine almost forgot how insanely appealing the inside of her mother’s home was. Pink, velvet couches laid in the middle of the white marble floors, surrounded by flora in her mother’s complementary colors: coral, crimson, and cream. A large, diamond encrusted chandelier peered down at Josephine, and the candles lit over the Victorian style fireplace gleamed in the dimness of the room.

“My love!” Aphrodite’s warm voice echoed throughout the main room.

Josephine smiled at the sound of her mother’s high heels on the marble, “Hey, mom.”

Aphrodite took Josephine into her arms, hugging her daughter tight as if they hadn’t seen each other for centuries, “How have you been? Are you well?”

The Goddess of Love pulled back and held Josephine’s face in her soft, soothing palms. In no world was it possible for Josephine to forget how her mother looked, but because of being away she’d almost forgotten how her mother’s eyelashes resembled butterfly wings, or how the room brightened whenever her mother stepped inside it. Josephine savored every moment.

“I’m okay. Tired is all,” Josephine responded, her smile growing wider.

“Let me get you settled back in,” Aphrodite picked up Josephine’s bag and walked seamlessly up the stairs. Josephine followed, but at a much slower pace. She wanted to feel the wood railings again, she wanted to feel home.

If it was up to her, she would’ve always lived with her mother. But, of course, Ares always needed to be in control. Her father insisted that Josephine live with him, as he’d teach her ‘more valuable life lessons’. Zeus agreed, and as she was the Forbidden Child, Aphrodite had no say in the matter. It was the best-case scenario at the time, because… she knew, deep down, that Zeus could’ve had her killed.

Josephine’s old room was completely untouched. Clothes that were now too small for her laid scattered across the floor, the mirror was still smudged from when Josephine practiced her kissing skills as a teenager, and her bed was still unmade as if her father just pulled her to live with him. She allowed one singular sigh to escape her lips as she sat down on the mattress, feeling the quilted satin with her pointer finger.

“You’re old enough now, you know. You can choose where to live,” Aphrodite interrupted Josephine’s daydreaming, “I think you should come stay here, with me.”

Josephine didn’t need to think twice about it, “I was planning on coming here all along, mother. But, I’d like to get my own place soon.”

Her mother’s beautiful seafoam eyes met hers. The slight yellow in Aphrodite’s iris’ glowed in the beam of moonlight that peered in through the oval window. The Goddess of Beauty’s red lips curled into a smile, “I thought you’d say that. I’ve arranged for my maidens to move out of the guest house. It’s all yours.”

The guest house was located behind the courtyard, secluded from most of the palace. Josephine was grateful for her mother’s suggestion, “You didn’t have to, mother, it’s quite alri—”

“The pleasures all mine,” Aphrodite nodded her head, “Now, get some rest.”

Josephine contemplated bringing up her near death experience a few days prior, but decided against it. Her mother most likely already knew. For now, she needed to get some rest and prepare for her day tomorrow with Jase.

“Okay, mom. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams, my flower.”


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Hello again! ~ Writing Commentary

a long strand of blackness extending from his fingertips to the book Josephine was looking at.


The LORE, so yummy. I liked the section where Jase and Josephine were putting on their monocles and playing detectives here. I only feel more buildup…I really liked their dynamic here, and I think their interactions as of late have really made me fall for their attractions to one-another! You really do have such strong leads!

gardens surrounded by the richest of lakes and vegetation. Small, stylish boutiques lined the outside of the palace, which ran all the way through Central Square.


The descriptions of Aphrodite’s home are something to marvel at here. I feel like you must take particular pride in them considering the chapter name here, and rightfully so! I could feel, smell and live in Aphrodite’s colorful home all day!

Her mother’s beautiful seafoam eyes met hers. The slight yellow in Aphrodite’s iris’ glowed in the beam of moonlight that peered in through the oval window.


Once again, you also highlight Aphrodite’s beauty and motherly nature. The comparison between Aphrodite herself and the moon really adds to this, considering she’s literally being framed as a being of “mother” nature here.

Homer…that damn hack! ~ Closer

I liked the bit of buildup here. It truly feels like the story is entering its second big act…




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Hello Again, My Friend!

It's me, Raven, and I'd like to review the next chapter in this great story using my Familiar method! Let's dive in, shall we? Heh heh heh...

What The Black Eyes See...

Ah, I spy buildup to the introduction of another god! Following Josephine's logic, another prophet like Hades (and one feared by Zeus no less) could be useful -but no less a suspect! The mystery is heating up for sure...Anyway, cutting to Aphrodite's realm, I very much enjoyed reading about it, and Josephine's following reunion with her mother. It's very clear how much she's bonded to Aphrodite, and vice-versa, so it was a cute and tender moment to further balance the last grim chapters. Let's get into the details though.

Where The Dagger Points...

I found nothing to correct or recommend! Good writing job!

Why The Grin Widened...

Once again, the descriptions had me captivated. The design of Aphrodite's realm really screams "goddess of love," with the complimentary romantic colors and elaborate gardens. I could imagine some swans on those lakes, which I think are a part of Aphrodite symbolism, but that's not even a crucial enough detail to put in the recommendations section lol. Josephine's cute room, and all the little nostalgic details, really made this place seem like a safe haven.

Though a somewhat minor detail, I also liked the formatting for that book excerpt, it really helps put you in the moment.

I like that this chapter's beginning pretty much cleared Hades's name, so the suspect list is technically being narrowed, but there's still a lot to uncover and now new gods are being brought to light. Like I said, this manhunt (or perhaps, godhunt lol) is heating up so much, and with the way it impacted two major characters, it's hard to not become engrossed! I feel like you'd make a good mystery writer ~

Ah, and a very nice touch was this:

If it was up to her, she would’ve always lived with her mother. But, of course, Ares always needed to be in control. Her father insisted that Josephine live with him, as he’d teach her ‘more valuable life lessons’. Zeus agreed, and as she was the Forbidden Child, Aphrodite had no say in the matter. It was the best-case scenario at the time, because… she knew, deep down, that Zeus could’ve had her killed.


Yes, everything here was backstory gold that I could also see seeping into the present story! Revisiting Josephine being taken from her mother's home and her father's controlling behavior had more of an impact, now that we know more about the circumstances. It gives me a "my worst enemy" theory, that Ares is an irredeemable jacka** that just looks down on Josephine and Aphrodite, and Josephine will have to cut him out to make progress; or a "redemption" theory wherein Josephine may not only break through his stubbornness, but Ares may even have had good intentions in teaching Josephine to protect herself, knowing that Zeus has made her a target, and even if it takes challenging him, he may remain/become at least a neutral force.

I swear, somehow I'm suspicious of all the good guys while also making redemption theories for jerks and villains...In fairness, this book makes it hard to tell who's who, and I love it! Anyway, thus concludes my new theories ~

Our Mad Thoughts...

Overall, even though it's not action-packed and pertaining to elaborate missions, this chapter had me invested and left me even more curious. Nicely done! :)

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