Venturing into Past Lives

Christabelle laid down on her bed, if this was going to be a dream she didn't want to fall asleep on the floor. "Emil I would suggest you lay down." she said looking at him motioning for him to come over and lay down on the bed. "The book said that the potion would take you back but it's been altered to where we're taken back in a dream like state but can stay alive." she explained again what Godric had already explained. She didn't know if Daniel would take the potion at the same time they would or not, but honestly she didn't care either. She was excited to be taking it, no matter how much it would hurt her.

"Bottoms up, I guess." she said as she uncorked the potion after Emil laid down and she put the vial to her mouth swallowing it as if it were a shot. The taste wasn't the most pleasant in the world but she couldn't say it was the worst potion she had ever tasted. She had tasted far worse. So at that she really couldn't complain.

She felt the venom hit her stomach and when it entered her blood she groaned out in pain, trying to fight back a scream. It wasn't as bad as the cruciatus curse but it had still hurt like hell. She almost doubled over in pain from the potion, tears forming in her eyes before she finally fell back in her bed, the potion taking its effect and taking her back in time.

When she opened her eyes she was in what appeared to be a temple in Ancient Greece. She looked around the temple curiously. She wouldn't have pictured herself to have been a follower of this god or goddess. She would have been more like Godric and followed Apollo, not Aphrodite but then again who was she to know why she had been there in this time period, praying for whatever reason and then it hit her. She was praying for love.

The stabbing, searing pain. That's all Emil could think of after taking that horrid concoction. It burned his stomach, made him feel as if he were dying all over again. He felt himself being yanked every which way, the burning in the pit of his stomach too much for him to bear. He felt himself being warped and lifted, stretched and skewed. Where was he going? Why the hell did he agree to this? Who knows. It was for love, he was proving to himself that he and Christy belonged together, and he really wanted to see his past lives. They'd be really neat.

Though he'd been laying down on the royal blue bed spread of the room in the castle, he was no longer there, and he knew it. He was standing in front of a...temple? Something. It was a temple dedicated to the goddess Aphrodite. He was...praying? Praying to Aphrodite. There were only a few reasons why anyone would pray here. Love was one of them. He was praying for love...

He was also no longer Emil Zukanov. He went by a different moniker all together. Leandros. He had no last name that he could remember, nothing. Just Leandros. Voices in the background spoke an ancient Greek, but anybody he listened to seemed to speak perfect English. It was getting a bit too odd for him. He didn't want out just yet, though. He'd forgotten, however, what he was here for other than to pray.

Also at the temple was a beautiful woman, the likes of which he'd never seen before. Or so it seemed. He felt his heart go pitter pat, and a strong feeling come over him. Never was it so strong. He was too shy to approach her, though.

Christy's past self had given her offering, but she wasn't Christabelle....No..That wasn't a name she would answer to for a while. In this life she was Adonia. A fitting name since she still looked exactly the same as she did in the present, only she seemed to glow more. She stood and started to walk out of the temple when her eyes fell upon a man. She smiled at him sweetly but didn't want to speak.

She couldn't remember anything of the present only her life now, she had a brother who was an acolyte of a god..he was her twin. They were still close and he was a eunich. She began to walk out of the temple one of the maidens stopping her asking her if she wished to join. Of course they would because of her looks alone, but she polietely denied them.

Coming out of the ally way Demitriss lightly tapped the acolyte of Aphrodite on the back. As she saw him, she bowed and backed away swiftly. He was a favorit of the Gods, being blessed with gifts that most of the other temple goers would never dream of having. His sister was blessed as well even if she could not always remember that her gifts were just that, gifts.

She was a Seer. Blessed with the power of premonition by the God Apollo himself. And Demitriss was blessed with the power to move objects with out so much as thinking of it. But both of them had the Gift of Beauty. None could deny that.

Adonia, he said in his Alto vioce, the sound like a lyre string being plucked, why are you in the temple of Aphrodite? He knew the reason, it was all but written on her face. There was a man. Demitriss didn't even look up to see his face, he could just tell by her own thoughts.

Daniel had taken the potion as well, slipping into a searing pain as well. He'd taken the pain stoically, though, since he'd been through worse. However, when it started getting even more intense, he needed to curl into the fetal position. His tiny body was racked with pain.

Soon, he found himself in front of a temple as well. The same one that three other people were in front of. The same one that he, no longer Daniel, had seen before. He'd prayed to it, praying for a man. Yes, he was gay, just like he was in his present life. Perhaps future lives as well. He'd been praying and praying, hoping for an answer. Chryses, that was his new name. It mean golden, but he didn't feel golden.

Leandros sighed, the woman only smiled at him, didn't stop to speak. He felt as if he couldn't have the courage to do it. To finally speak and to reveal his newfound love for her. He'd need courage, a ton of it.

Adonia turned her sight from the man to look at her twin. "Do I really have to answer that Demitriss?" she asked as she exited the temple. She looked at her brother. They were so alike in looks that it would have been impossible to bless one of them without blessing the other. They were an anomoly among men when they had the looks of the gods and goddesses themselves.

"The better question is what are you doing here." she continued to speak, 'But I really don't have to ask that since I know its here to get me." she smiled sweetly at her brother waiting on him to escort her to wherever it was they were supposed to be.

Temple starts in mere moments and I have my first solo today Adonia. Or did you forget that? Demitriss had been playing the lyre since he was only three, and had just now gotten the nerve to play it openly and to sing for all to hear.

He was blessed with another gift that almost none had ever seen or heard of before. He could entrance people with nothing more then his lyre and his voice. Like the Harpies and Sirins of legend, he could mesmerize any one who could hear him.

He took his sister by the arm, and started to lead her to the temple of Apollo. He glanced back and noticed two men looking in there direction. He knew neither, but one was intent on Adonia the other just looked love sick.

Well boys, the invitation extends to every one, if you so wish.

Leandros looked upwards, he was being called by a man. Presumably the twin of the woman he was smitten with. Chryses looked smitten with the man, but did not know he was a eunuch. He was being called as well. Both men got to their feet completely, and sauntered over to the brother and sister. Leandros blushed bright red when he looked upon Adonia; he knew her name from overhearing it, but didn't want to seem like he was eavesdropping.

"Thanks, we'll take you up on that", Chryses said, following Leandros. Chryses looked like none of the other people; he was short instead of tall, looked underfed, and had an innocence about him that couldn't be matched. Leandros looked pretty much normal for a Greek boy his age, but he was more awkwardly tall than anyone else and his hair a light brown. The younger looking, but not younger man had a soft voice.

"Looks like Apollo is hiding behind the clouds". It was about to rain lightly.

"I'm sorry." she replied looking at her brother sheepishly, "I completely forgot what today was. She blushed slightly at forgetting keeping a smile on her face none the less as he called out the two men who were watching them. They both looked like love sick puppies and she let out a musical giggle. Like her brother, she too was talented in singing. They really had been given too many gifts by the gods. Eventually people would notice and want them for their own.

"But Apollo doesn't hide." she said looking at him, "As long as it is daylight, he can see you." she smiled as she turned around letting her brother lead her to temple, her arm linked with his as if it were nothing. Soon enough they came up to the steps of Apollo's great and large temple.

I'll see you inside. You know how the High Priest is when it comes to me galivanting around. The high Priest though of Demitriss as nothing more then his own personal song bird. The sweet alto of his voice surpassed by none in the entire area.

Please be kind enough to show our new friends to the front row. He whispered into his twin's ear. And like a ray of sunlight at the setting of Apollo's day, he was gone.


He surly hoped the two boys would take up Adonias' offer to sit in the restricted section of the Temple.