Nyx was enjoying her nightly routine with her sons Hypnos and Thanatos, together they would fly through the night sky on her two-horsed chariat and paint the night sky. It was during this time Nyx felt completely at ease, the moonlit and star-filled sky gave her such a joy that there were simply no words to describe the feeling. This was also the only time her two sons could give her quality time with her, for it is during the night when mortals sleep and when death can take them by surprise. There was also the matter of tending to her other children at home in Tartarus during the day, but the night was hers to do as she wished.
Nyx looked on lovingly at the night's sky, when suddenly the chariot angled sharply, throwing Nyx against it's edge. Nyx picked up the fallen reins as Thanatos and Hypnos flew up beside her chariot.
"I am alright my dear sons." She said smiling, gently stroking the side of their faces with her hands. "Shall we--"
Her horses reared up and raced forward through the sky, leaving her sons behind them. Nyx pulled harshly on the reins. "Stop! Stop now I say!" She screamed at the horses.
The horses whined and veered sharply to the side, the chariot tipped dangerously and Nyx put all her strength into holding on the reins while trying to maintain her balance. But it was futile, the chariot rolled to its side, dumping Nyx out of it. She let out a scream as she felt the reins cutting into her hands, she felt something warm and wet start to slide along her arms.
"What is this? Blood?" She felt her hands slipping from the reins and raised a brow, eyeing her horses. "So now you stop, what made you act in such an appalling way?"
It was then Nyx felt a change in the breeze, and in the distance she could see her runs racing towards her and her chairiot, calling out to her. "My dear sons! Something is not right! Stay back!"
"Mother!"
She heard her sons shouting for her as if she were in danger, what danger could she possibly be in? She was immortal, daughter to Chaos. The reins slid from her grip and the strange breeze whipped around her as she plummeted towards the ground, she closed her eyes.
And opened them to find herself infront of a lavish mirror, looking up some mortal woman. "What is this trickery?" She shouted at the mirror.
She pulled at the long dark brown hair, that seemed to now be hers, and frowned at the frilly white nightgown she was wearing. "What drab and child-like clothing is this for a goddess like myself to wear?"
Looking around the room she spotted the partially open door to a closet, and storming over to it she threw it's door open, causing it to thud loudly against the wall. She pulled out the clothes by the hangers and gave a displeased face, all of them were either too plain or over-sized for her frame, then tossed them on the floor. Leaning into the closet Nyx spotted a black garment bag tucked away on the end of the closet. She grabbed it and walked over to the wall by the mirror and hung the garment bag on a wall-hook. Carefully she pulled the zipper down, and pushed the garment bag open, inside was a thin strapped, black dress with a low neck line, that shimmered like stars in the light.
"Now this, is meant for the goddess of the night." She grinned playfully as she pulled off the nightgown.
She slipped into the dress, it was mid-thigh in length and hugged her every curve and showed her bare back from the shoulders to her waist. Now that she was dressed and after she had admired herself in the mirror, she went through the rest of the room. In one of the dresser drawers she found her set of daggers, which she thought was odd, they were even in their sheath leg straps. With a shrug she tied them around calfs, and in noticing her bare feet, decided she should find a pair of boots to wear. And by the door leading out of the room is where she found a beautiful pair of designer, knee-high, leather boots. Pulling them on carefully over the sheathed daggers, she stood up and took a few steps back.
"A perfect fit. This is some interesting trickery magic at work." She turned around to face the door, there was a white square sticking to it.
Examining it closer it had writing on it. Pick up class schedule, buy books for classes, buy prettier clothes. At the bottom it had more. Purse with wallet, credit cards and keys are hanging on the wall to your left. Pull this post-it note off door and take with you. Address of the collage you are attending is on the back, as well as address of this building, your new home.
"My new home? Collage?" Nyx shrieked, pulling the post-it note off the door. "What about my children? My husband! I demand to know what is going on!"
There was nothing but silence. "Do you not know who I am? I am the great Nyx! Now answer me!"
Still just silence, Nyx was very annoyed, hey eyes giving an eerie glow in the dimly lit room. "Fine, I shall find the answer myself."
Grabbing the purse from the wall, she shoved the post-it note inside, and tried to push the door open and fell against it. Realizing her error, she could only imagine what the other immortals would say, 'the great Nyx does not even know how to open a simple door!'.
Her face flushed and this time she pulled the door open and walked out into an empty hallway. Muttering to herself she pulled the door closed behind her, and stormed down the hallway hoping she was going in the direction of an exit to this building.
