Chaos: The First (4 page)

Chaos watched as his seed destroyed the Earth.  He watched their petty bickering and their greed for power
. H
is heart saddened at what his
essence created.  Thought to be a silent observer by his own
grand
children, the Titans, and his
great
grandchildren, the Olympians, he could stand by in silent consent no
longer
.

Chaos watched the maiden as she searched for him in bewilderment.  She was the last of the blessed line.  She was
an
ethereal beauty with hints of her lineage shining through her human
shell.  During this time of destruction, she shone with a purity not tainted by death, pain, and mayhem. He’d been watching her since her conception.  He
’d
witnessed her healing hands giving life or comfort to those in need.  He
’d
witnessed her gentle leadership, as her kin fought to keep order in the Kingdom.  She would be his
chosen;
the
decision
was made
when he first released a part of himself into this complex world
centuries ago
.

Zoe sat in the private flower gardens deep in thought.  Her mind went back to the man standing in the water and wondered what it meant.  She told no one of him, even doubting she saw the God…
wondering
if he was just a figment of her imagination.  As she sat alone a breeze tickled the hairs on the back of her neck and she became aware that she was no longer alone.  She froze and slowly turned to face whoever intruded into her private haven
.  There
he stood, tall, magnificent, and deceivingly human. His arm raised and cupped her lovely face, and her heart drummed out a staccato in her chest.
  His
eyes
were not black but the swirling depths of the universe.  In them she saw the worlds reflected in subdued tones.

“Who are you? What are you?”
  She whispered, caught in the web of his gaze.
His touch shooting sparks along every nerve ending causing her toes to curl.  She licked her lips in apprehension and desire.

He stood in
Chaos
, as he was aptly named.  He’d never taken human form and he’d never touched
a woman
with the hands of a mortal man.  He ignored her question as his thumb explored the curve of her cheek. 
Her skin was smooth and soft
.  As his fingers caressed her neck, he heard her indrawn breath and watched as her Aura of soft yellow’s and white pulsed with awakening desire. 

“So this is desire?”
He said as their Aura’s intermingled where they touched.
His misty dark hues danced with her light ones. As she turned and gazed into his dark mercurial eyes, his thumb caressed her lips.  Her eyes darkened with desire even as her heart beat with fear.  He stepped closer and her innocent scent and pureness of heart thickened his blood and pulsed in his loins. He bent his head to taste her breaking eye contact
which released her from his magnetic pull
. She gasped and stepped back, hand over her hear
t, eyes wide.  He slowly dropped his hand looking at her intensely. 

She asked again, softly and tremulously, “Who are you?
What God are you?
”

He tested a smile. “God?
I am no God.
I just am.”

She gazed at him in confusion, resisting his pull.  A small crease marring her otherwise smooth countenance.
  “I don’t understand.  I see your Aura. It is…” Her eyes became unfocused as she studied its brilliance.

“I am the forgotten.”  He replied on a sigh.  His statement confused her further.  He turned his back on her and gazed up at the Heavens, weary and
suddenly
lonely. His colors dimmed as he was lost in thought.  She stood there, filled with uncertainty and fear, which was eventually overcome as her heart read the loneliness in his personal signature.
  He was tall, her head barely reached his shoulders, and they were massive.  She raised her hand and placed it on his back, she felt his muscles tense.  He turned again and caught her hand in his.  They stood there holding hands
staring intently at one another.  H
e then began to fade and her empty hand fell to her side
as she was left alone in her garden
.

She roamed aimlessly looking for the
forgotten
Stranger with No Na
me.  Her handmaidens fell behind, quietly whispering
about
the sudden shift in mood that had their lady wandering aimlessly through her garden
,
wistfully looking at the heavens
for days on end.
No man had yet caught their ladies fancy, but they secretly thought it was a man that had their ladies mind in turmoil and attempted to surmise who caught her eye.

Why had he come to her?  Where is he now? What does he want?  What is his name?  Why does he think he is forgotten?  What has he awakened in her that lay dormant around other men? Will he visit again?  These questions rolled around in Zoe’s head as she unconsciously searched for his face in the crowds at the market, at the water, and in her garden.  When he withdrew from her, and their Aura’s separated she felt ber
e
ft.  He frightened her, yet he also intrigued her.  She saw but couldn’t understand the depths present in his Aura.  His eyes were a myriad of mazes and she thought she could see the constellations in them.  Was she being fanciful?  Was he just another God playing in
the human realm
as
was read to her in her bed time stories of old…
to be wary of the Gods for they were trite and spiteful?

She tossed and turned at night trying to understand until one night she felt his presence in her room.  She quickly sat up in her bed, eyes wide, searching for the intruder. 
Her eyes lighted on him as
he
stood by her window, the moonlight caressing him as an intimate lover.  He turned to her and pinned her to the bed with his penetr
ating
gaze as the silence stretched between them.

“So many questions little one.” He whispered as if he read her mind.  “Come.”

She should
have
b
e
e
n
frightened but she felt nothing but the warmth of his gaze and the calm of his presence.  She rose and stood by him as he gazed out the window.  He reached for her hand and a warmth spread through her entire being as their Aura’s
reunited
in their intimate dance.

She gathered her courage and looked him in the eyes.  “What do you want from me?”

“Everything.”  He simply stated.

“I don’t understand. Who ARE you?”

“Beautiful Zoe.  I am everything. There is no way that I can define who I am…so let’s just say my name is Chaos…and I have been watching
you grow through the puzzles of life, the choices and freewill of men and deities shape to create you
since the beginning of time.”

She pulled back wary and fearful all of the sudden.  He made no move to stop her but moved closer to her.  She found the fortitude to hold her ground.  She could feel the warmth of his body through the think material of her nightgown and her body tingled with awareness.

“I can smell your desire. I can sense your curiosity. I can taste your fear.  I can almost understand why the Gods play on the mortal realm and become addicted to the emotions you mortals exude. Your purity caresses me, your fear excites me, and your desire enflames me.
Your destiny has been written long before your birth, and I have waited in silence for your conception.  You are mine.
”

He heard her sharp intake of breath as she attempted to scramble back from this powerful being.  He stopped her by gently grabbing her arms and waves of reassurance held her still.  His arms gently caressed her, moving up to cup her face. She was entranced by his strong, chiseled face and held her breath as he moved closer.  His body brushed against hers and her nipples tightened into pebbles. He slowly moved his head towards hers and brushed his lips against hers.  The shock drove a gasp from both of them.  Their Aura’s mingled in an explosive mix of vibrant colors that softly glowed off her bedroom walls.  As their breaths mingled, she breathed in his exotic scent.  He smelled of the oceans, the sky, the rain, and wildness uninhibited by humans.  She smelled of sunshine, flowers, and the gentleness of the meadows.