Rock stars all had their groupies, woman who scream their devotion, wave their arms or offer their clothes. So of course “Bacchus” was mobbed by young attractive girls. But the guards who stood along the walkway from the stage to the limo that would take the band back to the hotel rolled their eyes in slight disbelief tonight. This was one of the strangest groups they had ever seen.
Over twenty young women with ivy around their heads all dressed the same in tight fitting tank tops calling themselves Maenades screamed and shouted in a frantic way. The guards had seen them before but tonight they must have all taken something different. They were going wild. They began to chant, “Dionysos come home. You have to come home.”
The girls actually threw themselves toward the band members. The security guards stepped up and began to try to pull them away one at a time. The Maenades kept screaming, “Dionysos come home!” The calls turned to bites, hits and kicks as the woman attacked the line of men trying to protect the band. In just minutes a simple walk from the stage to the waiting car turned into a riot. Women were tearing at the guards with their nails and their teeth.
As the each member of the band pushed into the limo sirens sounded. From inside the car already in his place, Silenus turned to Dionysos, “I think someone is trying to send you a message.”
The Harvard Krokodiloes, the oldest acappela singing group on campus, often raised funds for their world tours by singing messages to students and facility. So when they walked down the hallway to Mrs. Burk’s office in the Theater Arts Department people took notice but they were not surprised. The twelve young men in formal attire stopped at her office door, knocked and when she called to enter they opened the door, remained in the hallway and in four part harmony sang.
"Beauty rose from foaming sea
Upon a shell of gold
Many song and tales there be
This splendor to behold
Golden apples tossed about
The fairest to be told
Trojan Wars began no doubt
Lovelies bought and sold.
But past is past and we go on.
To greet the day and sing a song.
Just don’t forget the mountain high
It sometimes calls you home
The grand pillars reach the sky
The family holds the throne
But trouble now begins creep
From underneath the stone
The darkness that was asleep
Might soon begin to roam.
Make haste , make haste and return soon.
To spread the love and seal the doom.
This tune is sung with hopes on high
That your fair ears believe
That lutes and lyres deserve a sigh
And would not dare deceive.
With wings on feet and in the sky
No longer need to grieve.
Just say you will and do not lie
New love to be decreed.
The time is now the need is great.
Return to us, do not be late.
Hades and Persephone
Every television, the big screen in the den, to the smaller one inside the kitchen turned on at once throughout the mountainside home. But not only the TV sets, each hand held phone and computer screen, blinked on as well. And there on the screen was Hermes smiling face. Too close at first, his nose pressed up but then he slide back and waved.
“How’s my favorite couple? Still putting up with each other?” He laughed and waved one hand across his face, palm facing out. “Now you both remember me don’t you? I’m the one that kept you two love birds together. What fun times. So of course when I had news you were the first I wanted to tell.”
Hermes shrugged his shoulders and then went on. “I need you to return the favor from long ago. Come to Olympus. We have to meet. The seal of the Titans may have been broken. Come quickly.”
The picture faded on every screen. In a few minutes the message played again.
A small beep sounded on Ares’s personal communication devise. A special currier with a package had entered the main lobby. The security forces scanned the package and checked the currier and the agency that sent him. Mercury was the name of the agency and the package came from someplace called Peloponnese.
The managing security guard was cautious. Under his wary eyes the box was put in a secure room and opened with a guard in full body protection suit. The box was opened and Ares was called.
Inside was a coil or what looked like a horse’s rein. Except it was made of golden fibers. It was a golden horse’s rein. The guard showed the thumbs up sign and the room was opened. The package was safe.
When the reins were lifted from the box a thick calling card was found on the bottom of the box. In golden letters on a sky blue background it read:
“Bring your chariot home. The Titans knock.”