Purity

This is a *very long story.

Celeste, the Queen goddess, had a daughter, Purity. But Purity fell from heaven; was dropped from heaven by a band of three Demi-titans were tasked with kidnapping her. The king of the underworld wanted to start a war, and use Purity as leverage.

But they had failed, loosing Purity in the process. She fell to a mortal world, where she wasn’t able to be tracked. There, she became known as Skye Higheart.

The mortal world was rough, it was ruled by a tyrannical king, basically out to kill her and all her friends for treason of the crown.

Skye was caught— or rather, she let herself be caught. She thought she was the main person the king wanted dead. If she’d died, she prayed her friends would be safe. …That was false hope.

On the flip side, once Skye had been introduced into the god realm as Purity, Celeste insisted to only refer to her as such; Purity.

Skye kept a protest, wanting to be back with her friends, and NOT with the duties of a goddess. Especially with her mother breathing down her back with responsibilities to keep her busy.

One day, Skye had had enough. But enraged, so had Celeste. Celeste knew Purity wasn’t safe, king Maanaros of the underworld was planning another kidnapping of her. So without Skye’s permission, Celeste acted.

Celeste used her magic of manipulation to wipe Skye’s mind, only allowing her to know herself as Purity. She sent her to a secluded island land, in hopes to keep her safe there.

But, she still loved her daughter, so she wasn’t too cruel. She took Skye’s old love interest, Spirit Saffron, and dropped him onto the island as well. Celeste had never agreed with the thought of Spirit… but in her daughter’s best interest, she cracked to her own rule.

Spirit had just washed ashore; the island surrounded by water as far as the eye could see.

Purity was knelt in the sand, hovering over him as he came to. Her flowing pink dress and auburn hair blew in the sea breeze. “Morning, sleepyhead. You’ve been resting for a while. I swore that you were dead when you washed up on my isle.”

Purity gently wiped at his forehead, brushing his damp ginger hair away from his eyes. “Did you know you talk in your sleep? Tell me though, who’s this Skye you speak of?”