Chapter One: Forbidden Fruit
The world had quieted in the hours leading to dawn. I stood facing the east, the welcoming rays of sunlight streaming across my features like water. Every morning I stood within the cornrows and watched the man leading the sun's chariot, I could feel the way each individual plant reacted to the sun's rays, its branches reaching higher, its roots digging deeper. I never knew how long I stayed that way, only that the sun had paused in the middle of its journey across the sky when I began to return to my mother's holding.
Apollo stood with his arms folded across his broad chest - a inquisitive smile. I straightened, my mother's rules about men - about gods in particular - filled my mind before the man before me spoke. "What a field this must be, to grow a flower as pretty as thee." With a flourish he bowed, the eloquence of his words astounding me. "May I ask your name so that I may sing your praises to all who care listen?" The God of Music of Poetry offered me his hand. I took it, curtseying my face flaming the colour of Mothers' rosebushes.
"You may name me Cora." A simple lie hidden in the simple truth. Cora; 'the maiden' or 'the girl'. He need not know all my secrets in one day. My identity was something my mother had hidden for far too long to be ousted by the God of the Sun.