GRAVEYARD OF STARS  //  Act One
⋆｡𖦹°‧ 🦇 PROLOGUE ✶ Chaos In Creation
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━   。゜꒦꒷𖤐꒷꒦   ゜。━

THERE IS BEAUTY IN EVERYTHING, whether it be outwards or hidden deep beneath the surface; within the soul. So, if that philosophy is correct, then that must mean that there is even beauty in something so destructive as chaos.

We are not brought beautifully into this world. We are born violently, kicking and screaming, thus it is only natural for us to die the same.

Chaos is in our blood. In the air we breathe. In the ground beneath us, coaxing Gaia to remain in her slumber to spare us - the poor ants that live upon her back. It watches as we raw our battle cry the moment that air enters our lungs for the very first time. And brings forth the fire we feel scorching through our growing bones.

Without chaos, we are nothing.

Just soulless mannequins, puppets for the Gods to use for their own personal sickening amusement. Cannon fodder for the monsters of Tartarus to drool over. Casualties in petty disputes between spiteful siblings that result in global-scale wars. Sufferers of injustice, jealousy and desperation.

       Mortals had grown blind to the divine beings that lived beside them; instead of making sacrifices in their honour, people would praise the Western technology they built themselves. No longer looking for guidance from these golden-blooded deities, they renounced them. Until Zeus and his beloved Olympus were on par with common fairytales.

       Something he had to choke down. Especially after he was forced to accept when all of his kin decided to do such a thing. He had no choice but to stand down, or face the possibility of another attempted coup.

       He was a King. And a King had to be rational. At least he thought himself such a thing.

       However, it was not Zeus' 'fair nature' that resulted in his embracement of the ever-growing change in his reality. Nor was it his Wife's empty threats. It was the warnings of the one Goddess he, and all the other Gods of Olympus, feared more than the Titans.

       A Titan was easy to manipulate. Quick to destroy and imprison when you have the united aid of your kin by your side. But the Goddess Nyx was none of these things.

       The Primordial Goddess of Night had bore some of the greatest, and most revered creatures to ever exist. There was Thanatos, the God of Death, Hypnos, the God of Sleep, Eris, the Goddess of Strife. And depending on which sources you read, the Morai, as well as many others. There was also the fact that Nyx herself was older than Gaia.

       Therefore, Zeus could do nothing but fear her. Because when has a man ever looked at a powerful woman and not felt threatened; not felt challenged? No one appreciates a powerful woman for what she is, a reckoning.

       Fortunately, though, it meant she was able to bend the rules and follow her own laws with little to no retribution. Much so, that it meant she could wander amongst the mortals every now and then. She did so love meddling in their affairs.

       Perhaps that was where Eris got her nature from. For what is a daughter; if not the inherited sins of her mother?

But the illuminated streets of Los Angeles were her favourite. Their streets were so intriguing to her; it was like she couldn't stay away. She loved how they lit up her beautiful night sky. Especially as she only had small periods of time for free wandering.

As Tartarus would always be waiting to embrace her back come morning. And her other daughter would take her place.

Maybe it was the fact that she was so close to the Underworld, that she loved being there so much. Just a whisper away from Hades' land; close to her son and his cave of loneliness. Or maybe it was that she had all the power for once.

Not standing behind on the sidelines, being denied freedom or glory.

       Magic Shows, of all things, were her favourite to see whenever she came across Las Vegas. There's perhaps a joke deep rooted in that; that the Goddess of the Night loved to see common trickery and watch the little people believe it was witchcraft. It was deeply entertaining. More so than the actual tricks themselves.

       Her favourite mortal would almost always look out for her, wondering if she had followed him yet again just to see his tricks. His biggest fan.

       That wasn't what she was. Not really. But she couldn't deny the fascination she had with him. She was sure that even her husband had never made her feel like this. He too liked to openly oppress the terrifying mass of her power. So that was possibly one of the reasons behind her disdain.

       But for a mortal to intrigue her, no to enchant her. Well, it was impossible. Completely unheard of.

       Because the Goddess openly declared her loathing for the ants that scrambled beneath them. And their fear of Death's brisk touch, always running away and villainizing the child she loved so dearly.

       Humans were pointless. But somehow, to her, this one was not.

       So one night, she decided to inch further. To tear down the invisible barriers keeping the lives of gods and humans separate, and breed chaos. Just as her Father had taught her. Just as she taught her daughter.

       And what came of it was a babe. Brought into the world during a Statewide blackout, when a scorned husband's discontent was at a high.

Swaddled in a cloak of darkness, with freckles like stars and glossy eyes reflecting the bright light of the moon. But when she reached her tiny hand out to hold her mother's long dark hair, all that was there was the air around her just as the rising sun graced her fragile skin.

       All that was left of a Mother was a memory. Something that people continuously told her was just a figment of her imagination. That she'd never met her Mother; never been held in her arms.

       Except she'd felt it. Not in her bones, not in her mind, in her soul. She had a Mother. She just knew it.

       What she didn't know was if she'd ever see her again, or if she was truly gone forever. Either way, that babe grew up, and the world learned to bend itself around her.

       For a child of Nyx, was a magnet for monsters. A seed of chaos.

✶ Author's Note
Whoo! Yuna's the daughter of such a badass Goddess! And a part of a very odd family, but everyone portrays Nyx and Thanatos as bad just because of what they govern, kinda like Hades. So we're gonna have a little bit of Nyx being a fair, but distant mom. I do know she's in 'House of Hades' but when it comes to that, I'm probably just gonna go with the fact that she doesn't like Percy as her daughter's boyfriend 😂, anyway, here you go. One prologue, that's probably terrible because I have no self-confidence whatsoever. Peace out!