TITLE: The Beauty, the Maiden and the Bane.

ACCOLADES: None

STATUS: Ongoing (two parts in one)

BLURB: [18+]Agnes isn't what the men in her small Grecian town are looking for. She doesn't have the looks or the status to entice anyone in, or out, of her league.

So when Adris, the most beautiful man alive, turns his attention to her, she knows he has to be extremely bored. Her guard is up and she won't fall into the trap that so many had in the hands of men who were aware of their looks.

But what if Adris was more than a superficial playboy who thought the world revolved around him?

Could she dare hope for the impossible? Or would she be one more of his conquests? It was questions like this that often begot trouble.

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She sat on a large rock away from the market and ate the cherries slowly savoring the sweet and sour taste while her mind wandered to the handsome men she'd seen that morning.

She wasn't blind! She could appreciate the finer things when she saw them.

Those men only belonged in her fantasies- no where near her-

Agnes squealed, jumping away from the sudden appearance of a snake.

She kicked the thing in the path of an oncoming rider. The startled reared in fright at the hissing snake, the rider was thrown to the ground and Agnes rushed with a large stick careful to avoid the dangerous hooves.

She caught the snake and Doug it away from the horse where it slithered away into the cover of bushes.

The man reached for his horses reigns and calmed him. Hooves hammered on the ground once and twice then it stopped.

"Are you alright?" Agnes asked before her breath was assaulted by the man who'd called of the magnificent black horse.

Gods! He was a god.

She saw deep set eyes the color of the tallest mountains in spring and a jaw sculpted by Prometheus and approved by Zeus and the pantheon.

Her eyes beheld his full lips and even teeth that smiled down at her dressed in garments that showed his toned athletic body.

Him and his horse were too close to her. She grabbed her bag.

"Since you're fine." She said and left.

There was no point in staring at the most beautiful man she'd ever seen in her entire life.

Echo, who? She wasn't going down that road herself.

These beautiful people were dangerous to her well being.

They'd disillusion her standards and make her picky with her future husband or worse leave her alone for the rest of her life.

He called after her but she ignore him and since he didn't follow it wasn't anything urgent.

Home was a town away so she continued with her berries mentally preparing herself for her grandmother. Occasionally the face would appear and she'd physically beat it away to focus. She'd eventually forget him all she had to to was remind herself that men like him wouldn't look at a girl like her twice.