Under a tree. In the woods.
~Tahni and Ayla~
"There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you, Ayla."
Tahni called at the constantly pacing Ayla before her. Tahni was seated at the base of a large. The large tree in which they live. While Ayla was pacing the gaunt path before the tree.
Ayla stopped at her call and turned to Tahni, not leaving the position she held,
"Something you've been meaning to talk about, or something you've been talking about yet haven't gotten a response to... but you want to, at all cost."
Tahni stood up suddenly.
"Whatever you call it."
Ayla smiled and walked off the way.
"I'm all ears."
"You act too wierdly these days. At first, I thought it was some Nymph thing. Like it was bound to happen and then would go away. But then, it just kept coming and coming, so obvious that if I'm indifferent, then I'm nothing but a fool!"<
The Colosseum.~The fight~"You know what you're supposed to do when you get out there."The grim faced of the three kings called as the Gladiators halted at the wooden door which would lead them into the passage which led into the entrance of the arena."If we lose to the Gladiators of Vulcan, what then do we stand for? Why do we fight in the first place, if we are to lose?"One of the Gladiators queried. He was lanky, his skin toned brown, his voice thick and puffy. His eyes red and face stern."Be mute Simian! Who told you that you could wield words of your own accord! Be gone from here dog and do that which you've been bade to."At once, the three kings turned their backs and walked in the opposite direction, while the wooden door creaked before the Gladiators and opened to the sticky passage.The large iron gate which led into the arena was pulled open by five hefty men and the G
The fifth cloud. Zeus's palace.~Pallas~"Έρχεται η Αθηνά"One of the two watchdogs at the gate of the great palace of Zeus called. Pallas just bowed her way towards the gate and was about to walk through when the other muttered,"Η επίμονη πριγκίπισσα που τοποθετεί έναν θνητό πάνω από τον πατέρα της"She spun towards the giant fellow cladded in heifer's skin. His head heavy for his neck, eyes neon, face smeared with scars. She was tempted to make him pay for what he had just said. But confided in a wry chuckle and shot at him,"So says the man whose father shares dwelling with the orangutans."Even if the
At the mouth of a cave."News got to you too."Tahni was the first to start, of the six people present. Two couples and a mother and her daughter."Should we call it a sheer coincidence? Of course we felt the wave, but twas point in time we returned that things escalated."Aynea had stolen the stance from the princess, her daughter."Don't say I speak out of turn, but how about your baby? Where is she/he?"Miargos had a contention. His left arm was wrapped around Prium's waist. They were all standing at the mouth of a lone cave. A cave conjured recently by Aynea."Mother left him with the fairies back in her world. To be taught the art of magic and survival. We would return to him when the time is due, but at the moment, he's in right hands."The princess explained. Tahni didn't seem really convinced. She edified,"Fairies? It's not my place to argue about or discard the fact o
The D-Day.~Pallas and Zeus~"Whoosh!"The gentle rhythm of the muttering branches of school of trees in the forest swept dirt with them towards the Colosseum in complement of the whipping winds on which Pallas and Zeus rode.Thick fog of clouds was writhing in tampered pace across the lawn of darkened sky, lit by the swelling ball of moon, taking its full form as the ravenous rage of the ravens built in creepy melody, and crows sent shrills down the spines of wandering reptiles.A wave of thick darkness paced the lips of the forest, bordering the path which led to the Colosseum, and travelled in crazed velocity as bade by the sways of the father of all gods. Until both his soles and his daughters' consoled the eerie earth."She knows we are here."Zeus turned to his daughter. His young, comely and mysteriously lit face betrayed the thick, porous and aged voice. He could take whichever form he deemed fi
"Ma, father is awake." His weary eyelids flickered firstly then flipped open like the pages of a book. He closed his eyes again after that call had waned out. Then the voice came again. Twas a wonder how the gentle, still, small and feminine voice persisted and kept the call coming. He opened his eyes again. He couldn't confide in the sleep again. That was what it seemed like to him. The last thing he remembered was that he was standing by the sea and was waiting for Athena. Then not long after, he had seen a lady standing in the waves, her back to him, few metres into the waters. He had gone after the lady, calling at the name, ATHENA but the lady didn't look back at him. Then he had kept on walking till he got into the waves. He had kept walking on and fighting his way through the waves. The water had swallowed him up to his chest.&nb
"Here's the infidel. The unfaithful slut. The shameless bull. Now you've seen the peak of it all. You shall be beheaded for that treacherous act. No one is ready to take your flimsy excuse. Very obvious that you're prepared for the walk. Who knows if you stole the dress also." "Enough! I won't have you speak to my father that way." Prium's face was fiery. Her button nose seeming to burst into phlegm and smear the leader of the protesters in the face. She had been keeping her cool since the while and she couldn't help it anymore. She noticed that she had gotten their attention. Plus she was certain that they were surprised to see her flare up. She wasn't like her sister. She didn't talk all the time. She was always silent but when she was ready to go rogue, not even the priest could stop her. She continued, meaning to enflame her guts and give t
"Father!" The gentle but concerned voice of Prium was borne by the idle winds to Vulcan who was tied to two great poles. He had been tied up by twisted twigs and ropes fashioned from silk. There were two warriors standing before him. One with a spear in hand, and the other with a sword. Two others were behind him with whips used on horses. The process was about to commence and the leader of the protesters was few metres away from him. A generous smile seated in his rough face. There was a grace in his gaze. The spot of execution was an isolated field which was meant for the purpose. Twas usually at the outskirt of the village until the new king had a change. Then twas brought to the front of the Colosseum. There was a ring of iron thorns made around the person to be executed and those who were to carry out the process. At the
"Isn't it barbaric to be that way. I was lost of words at the change of everything." Vulcan complained, his face sharing its grace between the crashing waves and the hankering horizon. He felt like a new thunderbolt had hit him, because everything about had just changed. Though the feeling that succeeded it was quite soothing, probably extracted from the lady seated beside him on the shore. Athena. After the supposed death on earth, he had met himself on the shore of that sea. That sea through which they had been borne by Leviathan to earth, to mark the end of their fantasy. And in just the twinkling of an eye had Athena walked out of the waves and touched him from behind. He had hugged her so tightly that he wanted to force her boobs into his chest. He had kissed her so passionately that he had meant to cut her lips into his and own them forever. After wh