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The supercontinent Pangaea.
The golden age— before the time of man.
Adams eyes fluttered open and he quickly sat up. He was on a straw bed within a thatch house, golden rays of light streamed through a simple window, dancing lightly atop his dark skin.
This place obviously wasn't the most comfortable of homes— but there was no where else he would rather be.
And the reason. . .
"Oh, Adam, you have finally woken up."
A warm and youthful voice — almost soul cleansing in its nature, washed over him. The voice was filled with many things— the most abundent of them being joy.
And slowly. . . as the blur faded from his pupils, a young woman appeared in his line of sight.
At a glance, the young woman dressed in golden brown looked to be no older than twenty. She had clear olive skin suffused with golden undertones— Smooth and without imperfection.
A touching look of warmth and affection was expressed by electric blue eyes as clear and transparent as a meadowside lake.
But clashing with her angelic air of youth and innocence was a sultry temptation that could not be hidden.
Even her humble dress could not disguise the fullness of her chest. Her narrow waist led to a pair of curvy and round buttocks accentuated by plump thighs and perfect legs. Her skin virtually glowed with irresistible charm. It was only a pity that she was covered in traces of soil from working in the fields.
If as a young adult she was she was already so irresistible, who could possibly imagine what sort of beauty she would be in maturity?
Adam stared at the young woman —his eyes misty with affection, before involuntarily releasing her name from his lips, "Persephone?"
Persephone flashed a brilliant smile at the mention of her name. Her expression remained warm as she cooed, "You always oversleep. . . .
Do you want to give my mother even more reason to kick you out?"
"Knock-Knock," Almost as if on cue, knock on the wooden door was followed by a mature— ethereal voice, "Persephone dear, it is almost time to harvest the einkorn grains. You very well know that mother needs your help."
"Ah…. already?" Persephone reluctantly glanced at Adam, "Mother, please wait a little while longer and I will come join right away."
Her floral scent filled Adam's nostrils as she stepped closer to him and a pair of soft delicate hands began to quickly tidy out his hair, "So beautiful— so dark and curly. You really take better care of your hair."
Her satin hands began to work quietly. She draped a cold wet towel across Adam's bare chest… Her actions were somewhat bashful and jerky—hiding the shyness of young woman, but she paid great attention to every detail of her work.
After completing the delicate motions of dressing Adam in the fiber clothes she'd washed for him yesterday, she appraised her handiwork with a proud sigh.
And then —as if in a trance— she lifted her hand and tousled his hair with it. With a smile so sweet that her affection and attachment nearly oozed out of it, her pink lips slightly parted like the petals on a rose.
Before Persephone could withdraw, Adam's body reacted on its own as his arm lightly hugged her slender waist.
His lips rose to meet hers in a simple peck, causing the flustered cry of a bashful young girl to fill the room.
She flew backwards liks a frightened hen. A scarlet hue quickly spread from her fair face to the collarbone,"You-you, how could you just kiss me like that. I will tell mother you are bullying me again."
" You still react the same way." Adam said as he feigned an expression of anguish, "You pulled away so quickly. . . do you hate me that much?"
" Y-y-you… You know I dont hate you." She was red as an apple now— simply adorable. "But mother said very clearly, that we werent allowed to-"
"Persephone?" The beautiful voice— more urgent this time —called out once more for Persephone.
"Coming mother. . ." Persephone immediately reacted. She shot Adam an aggrieved look before closing the door behind her.
The moment he could no longer see her, she stood still, frozen in place for a while. Her luscious lips curled sweetly, like a girl who had been given the entire world.
Not long after, Adam stepped outside the thatch hut.
His eyes shine with appreciation as he gazed at the surrounding meadow.
It had been years since he'd started living here, but he never got tired of the ethereal beauty contained within this one meadow.
His lips arced into a faint smile— nostalgia smoldering faintly within his eyes as remembered the events of three years ago:
That year —5037— was the year of the final war.
He alone stood against the forces of the Godfall Kingdoms:
Millions of enhanced soldiers with impossibly advanced technology‐and fought to a standstill for a full 30 days before the ion drive exploded, and Adam had been hurled by the resulting temporal storm into this time.
A time no human had witnessed— a time where gods walked the earth in flesh and blood.
He'd fallen from space into this meadow— with gruesome wounds that would terrify even the stoniest of hearts.
He had finally succeeded in escaping that hell scape, however the result was that he was covered in wounds that even his enhanced body would need several days to heal.
That was when he met her . . .
Adam was used to a cruel, merciless world, and yet this young woman and her mother had been kind enough to show him a selfless kindness he had never once recieved.
After living in a cold merciless environment for such a long time, true warmth was something he had never experienced, something he deeply craved from the bottom of his heart.
And so the moment Persephone's warmth had touched his soul had found himself unable to leave her.
While Persephone herself was attracted to the air of mystery and blood that emanated from this stranger.
And though she was initially reluctant, her mother Demeter had alao grown fond of him in time.
He had begun to help both of them with their crops— after all, the knowledge of his time could achieve wonders in this ancient era.
Adam was just about to go find Persephone, when a soft sigh came from behind him.
"Aii… the impulsiveness of youth."
Adam smiled, and then turned around to face the Celestial presence behind him.
Bathed in the light of dawn, her face was indescribaly beautiful. The first time he saw her, he had been unable to believe he was actually conscious. Because how could such a celestial countenance exist anywhere but a dream scape.
She was obviously as a real as any other person, yet it also seemed like she would dade into nothing if she dared to get close to her.
Demeter.
Adam gave her a slight bow filled with heartfelt respect, "Thank you again for your continued grace in allowing me to stay here."
"There's no need for this. You've been a great help to me...and my daughter is fond of you as well."
Before meeting Demeter, Adam had never thought that a person's voice could be so magical… it was as soft as the clouds above and as gentle as a breeze.
'Please, I found you today to ask for your help in a matter," Demeter's voice was even softer now, "You need not be exceedingly respectful with me, I would like to think that we are closer than that."
Adam was slightly stunned by those words as he raised his gaze to meet hers, "I understand, but how may I help you."
"Stretch out your palm."
Demeter spoke softy still, her own arm outstretched.
That arm as expected was extremely beautiful– a flawless cancas of light olive skin, as luminous as the rays of golden sun.
As her soft palm touched his— a surreal feeling, fine and delicate golden runes blazed in the air above his arm before sinking into his body.
Demeter withdrew her tender and said in a soft voice, "Zeus has summoned me to Olympus for the time being, so I am unable to carry out my duties here on earth. So I need you to find Erikthnious. . A nature sprit dwelling north in a creek not to far away and ask him oversee the growth of the crops in my place.
The light i entrusted to you is a potection spell. It should be enough to ensure that you return safely"
Adam nodded. "Yes,I'll follow your instructions to rhe letter, My goddess."
But Demeter's words also meant that she would be leaving indefinitely. And now even he would be sent away as well. If that was the case . . .
"But Demeter, if I may be so presumptuous… Does this mean that Persephone will be left all alone here?" Adam asked, his heart filling with anxiety at the mere thought.