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elydesiaTitle: Andromeda
Chapter: 1 Tiki and the Persian
Genre(s): Action, fantasy, mystery..?
Rating: T
Warning(s): A swear word~ And family disorder xD
Summery: Much a tale of Andromeda, now weaved into a tale of the Royal Alexandra. Our fleet of stars and rivals of Titans. We travel across the globe to places like New York, London, Moscow, and Japan! All for the love of a lost Witchling mother.
Author's Notes: I'm really bad at summaries. Please forgive me ;Д;
Andromeda by Tori Lo (Sorozai)
“Have any of you heard the story of Andromeda?” Mr. Mullen asked to the class. At first, no one put up their hand. A few minutes pass, and Kaloe, a tenth grade student in the grade eleven mythology class, raised her hand. Mr. Mullen pointed at her spot on, “Yes!”
“Isn't it a love story?” she asked timidly. The whole class was reclusive when it came to Mr. Mullen. He was an eccentric and especially known for his love of mythology and constant talk about the topic. If his passion were science, he'd be a true man of science. Too bad it isn't, Mr. Mullen would always say, mythology is a science, too, and can't be looked over as easily.
Mr. Mullen picked up a tiki ornament from off his desk, one of the many trinkets he's gathered from oversea trips, and throws it at Kaloe, high speed-like, and she lets out a screech. Right before it hits her, a hand pushes out in front of the travel path, catching the small wooden object. “You're half right, Kaloe. Andromeda is the story of an Ethiopian princess and Perseus, who saves her from Cetus on the way home from slaying Medusa,” he said triumphantly, standing on his leather computer chair and shaking his fist to the ceiling.
“As violent and intimidating as always, Mr. Muller. I knew you were going to aim at her from the start,” said a grade eleven boy sitting near Kaloe. He slammed the tiki ornament on his desk and reclined in his chair, staring intensely at the interesting teacher. Mr. Mullen smiled jovially and sat down in his chair, eying the Eiffel Tower snow globe on his desk critically. “You going to throw that, too?” the boy continued.
Mr. Mullen only smirked at the boy and then laughed. “Either you're a keen young lad or you know me too well. What's your name?” Mr. Mullen, too, reclined in his chair.
“Medomai. Andros Medomai,” he said coolly. Mr. Mullen laughed out loud, earning strange and peculiar stares from everyone except Andros.
“James Bond! I love those movies!” he laughed, eyes beginning to tear up. “But... Andros Medomai? How familiar exactly are you to the Andromeda myth?”
“Very, sir. Closer than you may imagine.” The bell rang, loud and annoying as it always was. In a rush, the class packed up and left. Soon, only Mr. Muller and Andros were left.
“I have great expectations of you, Andros. Hope you pass the class with flying colors,” Mr. Muller said, settling down to his computer and desktop binders.
“Yeah, fucking, right. I hate mythology.” Andros packed up his books and left.
“Is that so?” Mr. Muller sat back and stared out the open window into the cloudy sky.
***
“Cassandria?” called a tall man with black hair dressed in a double-breasted leather coat, and he looked around forty. He closed the front door and looked up, sighing. A blonde, slender woman came running down a spiral staircase wearing only a semi-transparent gown and lace underwear; she looked to be in her mid-twenties.
“What is it, Hubert?” she asked worriedly, hands firmly clenched on the railing, her red lips an awful frown.
“Can you call Andros for me? It seems he's not answering any of my calls and it started hailing. I'm worried. … And get rid of that frown; it's only making you look ugly.” Hubert replaced his shoes with slippers and hung his coat on the coat rack. “You have his number in your phone book, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, I do. You wrote it in there when you first came here, didn't you?” He began to climb the stairs to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and escorting her upstairs.
“Ah, I remember now. I did that so you wouldn't take him as your client if he ever came here,” he said, and they both laughed.
“That was a long time ago, wasn't it?” she said, holding up and gazing admirably at the giant diamond on her left ring finger.
“It was. Now go call him. Tell him to come home immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” Cassandria was about to leave but Hubert grabbed her arm.
“Where's Latia?”
***
The rain and hail made loud thunderous sounds as it poured down from the clouds, as if desperately calling out to someone. Andros stood under a tin awning, gazing up at the dark sky. It was around six in the evening and already dark out, the last bits of light starting to fade away.
His eyes were dull, and lacked the rebellious shine they usually had. The sounds of hail didn't reach him, making not even a sound like a pin drop to his inner ears. Andros was situated in the outskirts of town, a small city named Eluvio, England. Most of the city's property and factories were under control of the HM & Co., which Hubert was the founder of. Everything else was privately and individually owned.
“There you are, Andros! I was getting worried. Have you been here this whole time?” The voice was shrill and loud, but this wasn't the reason why it made its way into his ears.
Andros lowered his distant eyes to set on a pale young girl of fifteen with red hair. She was thoroughly wrapped up in a brown puffy jacket and wore all the winter necessities, including an umbrella for two. She was amazingly fashionable, though.
“Latia? Why are you here? It's cold, go home,” Andros said coldly, looking back up to the sky. Latia puffed up her checks, and stuck out her tongue.
“No! I want to stay out here with you, Andros. What's wrong with spending time with my brother?” she wailed in a low voice and walked under the same awning. “Father and Cassa are looking for you. I left out the back as soon as I head Father call her. Here, take this.” She handed him a leather jacket and a pair of leather gloves.
“Thanks, Latia, ” he said, taking them and putting them on, and wondered why there was no hat.
“Anyway, why are you here, Andros? Didn't school end six hours ago?” she asked, peering up at the sky, too, wondering what her brother was looking at.
“Yeah.” A few minutes passed, Latia hoping there to be more words than that.
“You didn't tell me why you're here,” she pointed out.
“Yeah.”
Latia's face turned red with anger and she stomped the ground. “So tell me why!”
“Why?”
“Why! You ask me why? I'm your sister, everyone's worried about where you are! Why can't you just come back right after school like a normal kid, Andros?”
“Because I'm not? I'm Andromeda, remember?”
“No, you're not. What that psychotic psychic said was completely ludicrous! You're Andros Medomai, and that's it.”
“But those are the Latin words that make up the name Andromeda, Latia. Wasn't it Mother who named me, too?” Silence came between the two, the argument left for dead. It was true their late mother had named him—she named both of them, the oldest sister being the only odd one out.
Rosetta Eventus was a beautiful woman, and she was poor. To save her family from the slums, she married the then heir to Vostafa Corperation, Hubert Mattox. After Hubert had founded Hubert Mattox & Company, he and Rosetta moved to Eluvio from London, which wasn't very far of a travel. He bought up all he could, and started shaping the city to his own liking, trying to be a king. Rosetta, however, did not like the idea of monopolizing the city. She tried for a divorce after she found out Hubert had a mistress, and later that same day she disappeared.
A week later, after the divorce was gone through and Hubert married his mistress, Cassandria Deltora, Rosetta was found on the side of the road. Cause of death was bloodloss and shock, and when they found her it looked as if she was mauled by wild dogs. She was still alive, too, and everyone hurried to try and save her, but the moment she was put on a stretcher her soul left her and she was pronounced dead.
Eventus was a reknown line of witches, they were outcasted because of this. Rosetta lied to get her family care; told everyone her last name was Demidov. And so, of course everyone accepted her and believed her the kindest person to be fratenizing with the Eventus family, who had recently lost their oldest daughter. Devastation came over the Eventus family when they were told Rosetta was dead, and immediately cursed Hubert, for they knew it was all his doing. A year later, Hubert's brother, Christopher, moved in. Not many knew how this was a curse, though.
“Hey, what's that?” Latia suddenly asked, breaking the calming silence. Andros looked down from the sky to the front of him. In the hail, not more than five meters away, was a tiki sculpture. He recognized it immediately as the tiki Mr. Mullen had thrown at Kaloe.
Chapter: 1 Tiki and the Persian
Genre(s): Action, fantasy, mystery..?
Rating: T
Warning(s): A swear word~ And family disorder xD
Summery: Much a tale of Andromeda, now weaved into a tale of the Royal Alexandra. Our fleet of stars and rivals of Titans. We travel across the globe to places like New York, London, Moscow, and Japan! All for the love of a lost Witchling mother.
Author's Notes: I'm really bad at summaries. Please forgive me ;Д;
Andromeda by Tori Lo (Sorozai)
“Have any of you heard the story of Andromeda?” Mr. Mullen asked to the class. At first, no one put up their hand. A few minutes pass, and Kaloe, a tenth grade student in the grade eleven mythology class, raised her hand. Mr. Mullen pointed at her spot on, “Yes!”
“Isn't it a love story?” she asked timidly. The whole class was reclusive when it came to Mr. Mullen. He was an eccentric and especially known for his love of mythology and constant talk about the topic. If his passion were science, he'd be a true man of science. Too bad it isn't, Mr. Mullen would always say, mythology is a science, too, and can't be looked over as easily.
Mr. Mullen picked up a tiki ornament from off his desk, one of the many trinkets he's gathered from oversea trips, and throws it at Kaloe, high speed-like, and she lets out a screech. Right before it hits her, a hand pushes out in front of the travel path, catching the small wooden object. “You're half right, Kaloe. Andromeda is the story of an Ethiopian princess and Perseus, who saves her from Cetus on the way home from slaying Medusa,” he said triumphantly, standing on his leather computer chair and shaking his fist to the ceiling.
“As violent and intimidating as always, Mr. Muller. I knew you were going to aim at her from the start,” said a grade eleven boy sitting near Kaloe. He slammed the tiki ornament on his desk and reclined in his chair, staring intensely at the interesting teacher. Mr. Mullen smiled jovially and sat down in his chair, eying the Eiffel Tower snow globe on his desk critically. “You going to throw that, too?” the boy continued.
Mr. Mullen only smirked at the boy and then laughed. “Either you're a keen young lad or you know me too well. What's your name?” Mr. Mullen, too, reclined in his chair.
“Medomai. Andros Medomai,” he said coolly. Mr. Mullen laughed out loud, earning strange and peculiar stares from everyone except Andros.
“James Bond! I love those movies!” he laughed, eyes beginning to tear up. “But... Andros Medomai? How familiar exactly are you to the Andromeda myth?”
“Very, sir. Closer than you may imagine.” The bell rang, loud and annoying as it always was. In a rush, the class packed up and left. Soon, only Mr. Muller and Andros were left.
“I have great expectations of you, Andros. Hope you pass the class with flying colors,” Mr. Muller said, settling down to his computer and desktop binders.
“Yeah, fucking, right. I hate mythology.” Andros packed up his books and left.
“Is that so?” Mr. Muller sat back and stared out the open window into the cloudy sky.
“Cassandria?” called a tall man with black hair dressed in a double-breasted leather coat, and he looked around forty. He closed the front door and looked up, sighing. A blonde, slender woman came running down a spiral staircase wearing only a semi-transparent gown and lace underwear; she looked to be in her mid-twenties.
“What is it, Hubert?” she asked worriedly, hands firmly clenched on the railing, her red lips an awful frown.
“Can you call Andros for me? It seems he's not answering any of my calls and it started hailing. I'm worried. … And get rid of that frown; it's only making you look ugly.” Hubert replaced his shoes with slippers and hung his coat on the coat rack. “You have his number in your phone book, right?”
She nodded. “Yes, I do. You wrote it in there when you first came here, didn't you?” He began to climb the stairs to her, wrapping his arm around her waist and escorting her upstairs.
“Ah, I remember now. I did that so you wouldn't take him as your client if he ever came here,” he said, and they both laughed.
“That was a long time ago, wasn't it?” she said, holding up and gazing admirably at the giant diamond on her left ring finger.
“It was. Now go call him. Tell him to come home immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” Cassandria was about to leave but Hubert grabbed her arm.
“Where's Latia?”
The rain and hail made loud thunderous sounds as it poured down from the clouds, as if desperately calling out to someone. Andros stood under a tin awning, gazing up at the dark sky. It was around six in the evening and already dark out, the last bits of light starting to fade away.
His eyes were dull, and lacked the rebellious shine they usually had. The sounds of hail didn't reach him, making not even a sound like a pin drop to his inner ears. Andros was situated in the outskirts of town, a small city named Eluvio, England. Most of the city's property and factories were under control of the HM & Co., which Hubert was the founder of. Everything else was privately and individually owned.
“There you are, Andros! I was getting worried. Have you been here this whole time?” The voice was shrill and loud, but this wasn't the reason why it made its way into his ears.
Andros lowered his distant eyes to set on a pale young girl of fifteen with red hair. She was thoroughly wrapped up in a brown puffy jacket and wore all the winter necessities, including an umbrella for two. She was amazingly fashionable, though.
“Latia? Why are you here? It's cold, go home,” Andros said coldly, looking back up to the sky. Latia puffed up her checks, and stuck out her tongue.
“No! I want to stay out here with you, Andros. What's wrong with spending time with my brother?” she wailed in a low voice and walked under the same awning. “Father and Cassa are looking for you. I left out the back as soon as I head Father call her. Here, take this.” She handed him a leather jacket and a pair of leather gloves.
“Thanks, Latia, ” he said, taking them and putting them on, and wondered why there was no hat.
“Anyway, why are you here, Andros? Didn't school end six hours ago?” she asked, peering up at the sky, too, wondering what her brother was looking at.
“Yeah.” A few minutes passed, Latia hoping there to be more words than that.
“You didn't tell me why you're here,” she pointed out.
“Yeah.”
Latia's face turned red with anger and she stomped the ground. “So tell me why!”
“Why?”
“Why! You ask me why? I'm your sister, everyone's worried about where you are! Why can't you just come back right after school like a normal kid, Andros?”
“Because I'm not? I'm Andromeda, remember?”
“No, you're not. What that psychotic psychic said was completely ludicrous! You're Andros Medomai, and that's it.”
“But those are the Latin words that make up the name Andromeda, Latia. Wasn't it Mother who named me, too?” Silence came between the two, the argument left for dead. It was true their late mother had named him—she named both of them, the oldest sister being the only odd one out.
Rosetta Eventus was a beautiful woman, and she was poor. To save her family from the slums, she married the then heir to Vostafa Corperation, Hubert Mattox. After Hubert had founded Hubert Mattox & Company, he and Rosetta moved to Eluvio from London, which wasn't very far of a travel. He bought up all he could, and started shaping the city to his own liking, trying to be a king. Rosetta, however, did not like the idea of monopolizing the city. She tried for a divorce after she found out Hubert had a mistress, and later that same day she disappeared.
A week later, after the divorce was gone through and Hubert married his mistress, Cassandria Deltora, Rosetta was found on the side of the road. Cause of death was bloodloss and shock, and when they found her it looked as if she was mauled by wild dogs. She was still alive, too, and everyone hurried to try and save her, but the moment she was put on a stretcher her soul left her and she was pronounced dead.
Eventus was a reknown line of witches, they were outcasted because of this. Rosetta lied to get her family care; told everyone her last name was Demidov. And so, of course everyone accepted her and believed her the kindest person to be fratenizing with the Eventus family, who had recently lost their oldest daughter. Devastation came over the Eventus family when they were told Rosetta was dead, and immediately cursed Hubert, for they knew it was all his doing. A year later, Hubert's brother, Christopher, moved in. Not many knew how this was a curse, though.
“Hey, what's that?” Latia suddenly asked, breaking the calming silence. Andros looked down from the sky to the front of him. In the hail, not more than five meters away, was a tiki sculpture. He recognized it immediately as the tiki Mr. Mullen had thrown at Kaloe.
