Strong Mage Assassins

Metaia

Hesperus Point of View

“Hesperus,”

A loud shout from my siblings. I heard all their cries and I suddenly lay on the ground.

I immediately felt a sharp pain hit my back. I didn't realize it because I was busy grappling with the big Askar.

"Sorry,"

That was the last word I ever said when I could no longer move my hand to heal myself.

I slowly closed my eyes and passed out.

It's like I'm traveling to the afterlife when I lose consciousness.

“Ilra,” Older sister.

I was crying calling my oldest sister. I even covered my mouth because of what I saw. My oldest sister was tied up in a corner and was unconscious.

"Help me, Hesperus."

It was dark around, but the moon had become a light for me to see my older sister.

I was about to stand up when someone grabbed my shoulder.

"Who are you?"

I immediately told the stranger that I did not know his strength. He laughed openly and stopped when he saw me point my weapon at him.

As I was about to strike the weapon, it suddenly disappeared along with my weapon.

"Introduce yourself to me, Mapora," stranger.

I stepped back as the cold wind hit my face. But sweat continued to drip down my face.

"I've known you for a long time," Answered the mapora that raised my eyebrows.

I want to see his face but it's blurry.

"But why don't I look like you?"

I asked the mapora again. But he doesn't answer.

I now saw myself sitting on the golden chair and my hands were tied to the rusty railing.

"If you don't want to get hurt, introduce yourself!" I was very angry with him.

"In that position, you can hurt me?" I said to Mapora.

"You have no weapon to fight, you are just a lowly God who will die quickly," mocked the mapora.

"You are considered God, but you can't handle your weapon properly, poor deity," the mapora sneered.

I retreated because my weapon was out of my hand. How could he deceive me? What was his magic that he used.

"Because you are deceitful and do not fight fairly, you cannot present yourself to me,"

I threatened. I clenched my fist and used my senses.

"You still lack knowledge God of the Sun and snow,"

He was in front of me now and seemed happy with what he was witnessing. I was about to use my power but felt a pain hit my back.

He hit me with a whip on the back.

"Hekada, you will pay for what you did to me!" I screamed angrily here.

"You will not always use your power to kill your enemy," replied the mapora, which immediately angered me.

"Powers are limitations-"

I immediately cut off what he said as I scratched him on his back.

He immediately backed away from what I did. He looked up and I quickly approached him and spoke.

"I guess you don't know that I have another power that no one knows about,"

I smiled and was about to remove his mask when it suddenly disappeared.

"Hekada,'

I yelled angrily as soon as I was able to let go of the mapora.

"Isn't my lesson to you, you can't always use your power?" his eyes are shining.

"But shapeshifting is not power," he confirmed here.

The mapora got even more angry because of my behavior.

“Isn't being a wolf a power?” Mapora asked back.

I frowned at his advice. This is my hidden strangeness. When I was just a toddler, my father trained me to discipline myself. Learn to calm down.

“Power?” I asked back.

"Yes, you're right," he confirmed.

"My father Hikarus taught me that shapeshifting is not a power," it said at length.

The mapora laughed softly and showed me my past. I saw a magical magic. I saw how my father trained me to shapeshift.

"Discipline,"

"What do you want to convey to me, when I am still a toddler and my father Hikarus is training me to use discipline," I stated at length.

Mapora grabbed me by my shoulder.

"Seems like Krea has a stubborn God," he mocked and laughed heartily.

"You still don't get what I'm getting at," he added.

In everything he said and said, I didn't understand anything. Except for discipline.

"Remember everything your father taught you and you will be able to answer the riddle of the queen Ram." After he pointed, the lamp lit up one by one, which later became a fire.

I sighed and closed my eyes.

Just like my father taught me, don't let your heart get used to it and use your mind.

"Watch what will happen in the future and only you will survive the world of Krea," On a large scale I saw how my three siblings would suffer.

I recoiled when I saw the big Askar stab my brother. Asclepius. Every cry of my Ilra makes my chest heavier.

The big Askar wasn't satisfied yet when he was tweaked by his hair and faced with an Arber to cut off Asclepius' head.

"It's enough, please," I fell to my knees on the floor and cried.

Such is the future of my Ilra dehar Asclepius.

"The Askars are going crazy, it's not fair anymore!" cry of anguish.

The mapora didn't answer and he continued to let me watch what would happen to my brothers. I saw my two siblings, Hemera and Agathodaemon. They both fight together against evil.

"For Krea,"

They finally pointed at each other with big eyes, and I saw what happened next to the two of them. Both were hit by the Askar's large spear.

The spear penetrated the back of the two unsatisfied Askar and plunged the dagger into the chest of the two gods, Hemera and Agathodaemon.

The two deities fell to the ground at the same time as their abundant blood flowed.

"It's not possible," I said in disbelief.

As I watched each incident, it broke my heart even more. Their deaths were brutal. I looked up and sighed.

"Reach for my hand," Agathodaemon commanded Hemera. Hemera nodded and crawled over to where Agathodaemon was. Even though she is struggling, he still pushes. As Hemera crawls it cries.

“I-ilra Agathodaemon!” Hemera's voice ended as they held hands.

"Forgive me," added Hemera.

Agathodaemon's tears flowed.

"O-our mission is over. W-we have served the world of Krea," Hemera told Agathodaemon at length.

"It's not over yet," Agathodaemon said dying to strengthen Hemera's will.

"Because we will see our mother and father together, Ilra Asclepius and Hesperus,"

Agathodaemon's grip on Hemera's hand became even more dirty.

"We have been fighting for the Krea against the Askar for more than a hundred years, maybe this is enough for us to serve the world of the Krea," Hemera narrated at length.

They both smiled at each other and said the last word before they lost their lives.

"I offer my life, my dear Krea." They gripped their weapons tightly.

"I love Krea," Agathodaemon and God Hesperus said smilingly.

Before they know it.

A large Askar immediately shot up and took up a weapon to ensure that the Gods would no longer live.

Using the weapon, both of my brothers were beheaded, and their heads were thrown far away due to the strength of the Askar's forces.

The severed heads of my two brothers face each other.

"Hekada!'"

I shouted in anger when I saw what happened to my brothers.

"They shouldn't have died because they are the hope of the Krea-"

The mapora interrupted my speech.

“They are not the hope of the Krea, I’ts you Hesperus.”

The mapora walked towards me and cupped my face to stop the tears.

"You are the one who can defeat the Askar, you are the one in the prophecy who will determine and end evil in the world of Krea," he narrated at length.

"But how can I be the hope of the Krea, they know that I am already dead," I told the mapora at length.

"I want to be true the prophecy and vision of my sister Ram," after he said this my eyes widened.

 Now it is clear to me who the mapora I was talking to earlier.

"Goddess Metaia." I immediately raised my head and held my chest as a sign of my respect for the exalted one.

"Stop,"

"It is not appropriate to respect a deity who is not in God anymore." He stopped what I was doing. I wondered what he taught.

"What do you want to convey to me," I rasped to the Goddess.

"I am no longer a Goddess," he answered me.

"Nonsense," I said recklessly.

"He's real." He held my shoulder and showed his palm.

"Look at my palm." he ordered me. That's why I looked at it.

The deity's palm glows and bears a symbol of their power. Compared to the normal inhabitants of Krea there is none. Like me, my left hand has the stamp of the sun, and the right hand has the snow.