Half of you, Vulcan!

The hut on the lips of water.

"What is it?"

Vulcan asked hurrying after Ayla who had just walked out of the house. Her round cum pretty face had stiffened in concern and jealousy though Vulcan couldn't place it in the first place.

"A war is going on in the land now."

She said sternly looking to the shore of the lake. Her back to him as he caught up with her.

"I don't think that's all. Since when did you start to be concerned about the war of the land. Aren't I your concern?"

Then he stopped talking for a while, trying to read her expression. He hadn't seen her that way ever. He hated to think that probably Prium had spread her dark qualities on his precious Ayla. That couldn't be right.

Then suddenly, something popped into his mind. It could only be that. He touched her left arm and spun her to face him,

"Is Athena here? Is she? Tell me."

Ayla stared at him for a while, her dark eyeballs tuning and washing his curiosity. If that ever was a thing. Then she said finally,

"I might not get to do this again."

Suddenly, she grabbed Vulcan's left cheek with her left palm and kissed him without warning. The kiss was quick but tasking. Her small but wide lips owning up his and ploughing them hastily. Then she let go and caught her breath.

She stomped back into the house. Vulcan stood there wondering what to think for the next few seconds. Don't ask him, he didn't understand. Call him dumb for all he cared.

His fingers were to his lips as he probably tried to affirm what happened few seconds ago. A part of him wanted him so much to believe that twas nothing but an illusion, but why does it feel so real? Then he snapped back to his senses and turned to the door of the house chanting,

"Ayla, what's happening?! You haven't answered my --"

Then she stomped out again. She was wearing a black overall that time. Twas a black garment which has something like a mantle running across her shoulder from the back.

"Ayla."

He called as she got to him and held the same stance. She reached out one of her hand for him to grab as she said,

"It's my duty to take you there. To meet your lover, Athena. But please do me a favor as we go, do not ask me a question."

He looked at her fine and silk stretched arm. He traced the swell of her arm through her shoulder, then off her cleavages, which were concealed by the covering. He held her gaze and shook his head,

"No! As your master, you must answer all my questions. Even if it means not going to wherever you're taking me. Because I have no faintest idea where."

She grabbed his hand without warning and kept the stern look. She bit the words,

"Then I will be left with no choice but to disobey you, master."

She pulled him with her and into the water they went. But instead of them to be gobbled by the water, fighting their way through the water and putting up their head to catch their breaths. Twas the other way round.

They both were standing on the water. Vulcan's sandal swaying to the lapping of the water as Ayla kept her face to the front and raced through the water; the both of them running in crazed velocity on the water.

"Father!!!"

That was the cry of Tahni. She had been sleeping all along, but the bickering and unusual impact of the Nymph's influence on the water woke her. Don't ask about Prium. Things like that neither interested nor made her happy.

In no time, Vulcan and Ayla had gotten to the shore of the lake and were now walking through the path which led into the forest. Twas a unified direction firstly then at the end of the path would they take a cut which would lead them to either their land or Aiowa.

Ayla was leading the way while Vulcan tried all he could to catch up. But it seemed as though she was doing it on purpose. It seemed as though she was using her influence as a Nymph on him and was walking two times faster.

Vulcan resumed his bicker as he hurried to catch up,

"Ayla, you must tell me what I want to here. I am your master, so you have said times without number, but now? Aren't you shooting yourself in the legs?"

She didn't say a word. She kept on walking and he wouldn't stop bickering. They were drawing to the path with two cuts.

"You're getting on my nerves already. Won't you talk to me about what happened earlier? Why would you decide to do that of your own freewill and keep quiet as though it has no effect. Wasn't that close to what you said the previous day before Tahni came on?!"

She yet didn't say a word to him. But she stopped walking as soon as she got to the path where there were two cuts. She stood in the middle waiting for him to get to her.

He got to her and faced her, swelling in rage, though she wasn't facing him, she was facing her front, a large boabab tree at the heart of the turn.

"I shall make Athena punish you for this. You leave me with no choice. How can I be called your master and you would take me a fool. If you do love me, won't you say it and hear what --"

She seemed tired of his bickers. She turned to him immediately and moved closer to him. She ran one of her arms across his back and pulled him closer to her till there chest brushed and their eyes locked.

He couldn't find his words anymore, he couldn't help but stare helplessly at the inviting lips of hers which were already paving. She said,

"Time to meet your lover."

She kissed him. That time, twasn't with expectations. Twas crisp and even. And suddenly, the both of them found themselves in the heart of the chaos ongoing in the village.

She let go of him as he kept his nagging on,

"What just happened? Where have you brought? Why have you brought me here? Do you really think you could just kiss me whenever --"

"Look overthere."

She cut him short. He stared annoyingly at her for a while then shook his head. He was really vexed.

But as he looked in the direction of her outstretched arm and pointed finger, his jaw dropped and his anger cupped. He lost his senses and his will of judgement.

He caught the sight of that elegant lady. That strangely beautiful lady with glorious aura. That bewitching goddess. Athena. He couldn't help but call,

"Athena!!!"

He could identify her even in the thickest gloom. Even in Erebus's hide.

At the call of her name, the strange lady, Athena turned in the direction of the familiar voice. She dropped her magic finger at the sight of her long lost lover she had pined for and fought her father, Zeus, over several times.

She began to run in his direction as he did run too, like you see in the movies. Though he was quite old for that race as well for the young and hot lady, but the enthusiasm was beyond him.

They met in the middle and hugged each other tightly. It felt for once as though his bones would pop out of his sides and his ribcage would be shattered.

But then she let go and held his face in her both hands. Her golden eyeballs were like fire coursing through the sockets. He was going to find his words, at least, to find out if he still had some words in check, but she kissed him.

But twas more than a kiss. He could say that again. There was an extraordinary taste to it which at once washed away the memory of any kiss he had had ever in his life. He didn't know why? But at that moment, he couldn't even think about Ayla nor nobody. It seemed like a one in a million moment.

He felt his face hurting and his body tuning to the swiftness and skillful movement of her lips over his, butterflies pacing the depth of his consciousness. Goosebumps stalking his skin.

Then finally she let go though he wanted them to remain that way forever, forgetting that they were standing in between ruins. He had forgotten many things.

But then as they stopped kissing he felt like a new person. He touched his hands to his face but there was no longer wrinkles, nor a forest of beard.

"How?"

He muttered his first word at their meeting. And then Athena put up one of her hands and in it, Vulcan could see a reflection of his face.

He gasped in shock. Athena's kiss of magic had turned him from an old man to a 5"10 hot guy with v-shaped jaws, pointed chin, and tracks of beards but no beards. His small set of eyes locked into the tiny sockets, which avails him a cunny but audacious stare. His pointed noise bordered by three laces of wrinkles at his forehead. His somewhat pinkish but kissable lips.

He couldn't believe his eyes. But he knew one thing he could believe. His daughter, Tahni. Her dream had come to pass.

He hugged Athena again.