"Hera, stop. You're scaring the children. Hera you need to calm down. Hera.."The voice was persuading her again but she was beyond being persuaded, and why would that little shit call her Hera?
Who was Hera?
"I. Am. Not. Hera. Now, will you just stop bothering me, and go back to wherever cursed place you came from!" She was angry, she was frustrated with everything. She was not ready t accept herself, not yet. Her tantrums had awoken the warlocks, and when they saw her, they bowed their heads down before her in respect.
"great..first a voice in my head.., and now a bunch of old men is bowing down to me. Great..just fucking great. Where the drum rolls at y'all. You want to see the great Rhian Daniels being bowed before but honestly, I'm sick of this shit. I sick of whatever this is that is happening to me." She cried looking at the matron of the orphanage.
The matron was not scared. She had known that such a day would come, but seeing the girl distraught like this, that broke her.
"Hera...Hera my child, calm down please." This time it was the man who was talking to her. She had already gathered a crowd with her tantrums, but at least if she could confirm that the matron had called her Hera then she would not consider herself crazy.
"you all heard her... Right? She... She called me Hera... She called me Hera right?" Rhian pleaded with the people around her and was astonished that they also hear the matron. At least now she would get her answers.
"yes."
"yeah... She did" a part of the crowd mumbled. But that's when they saw the chaos begin.
"so it was you... Huh? It was you who fucking cursed me, and for what? Just because I loved more than I could afford huh? Just because I loved borrowing things from people who didn't even need them in the first place. Just because I was a compulsive thief you decide to curse me, and now I can hear things.
A voice in my head constantly calling me. Constantly telling me to calm down. Constantly trying to tell me i'll be okay. I should have known you hated me so much. If I had known that, I could have escaped earlier. Funny how I'm cursed, and it's just a few hours to my birthday, how great.
The headlines will surely be beautiful this time. The sexy goddess of a thief dies of a curse imposed on her by the matron on her home. Wow nana..wow, and here I thought that you at least cared for all the spoilt brats in this hell hole. Maybe I thought you still saw some hope for me.
Why did you do it? Was I not a good person? Well, that's a rhetoric question, but really, did you have to curse me this bad..?" She was rambling, and she hadn't even realized it yet. She was breaking, and no one would ever be able to make her feel okay except for him.
The warlocks were amazed at her transformation. And the voice in her head had to be her wolf, Juno. So their queen was really alive. They were amazed, and even wanted to hug her, but they couldn't.not when she was an emotional mess. Not when she looked like a time bomb that could explode any minute now.
They wanted to comfort her but how do you comfort someone who looks like she just came to form the pits of hell? How do you tell her that she is your savior when clearly she thinks she is cursed, and how do you explain to the person you are tasked with protecting that it will all be okay and that she is not hallucinating?
How were they supposed to do that? The high warlock was conflicted, but Hera needed their help. If she continued to have a mental breakdown, then they wouldn't be able to fix their problems. They would still have a queen to fix, and fixing a queen who needed to fix the lives of their race was more expensive than just sitting, and having speculations.
So he did the only thing they would do at the moment. He cast a spell on her, one that would keep her asleep. One that would only be broken the moment Hermes entered the orphanage, otherwise she would have to sleep a little longer than two days.
They hoped that this was okay, and if it wasn't, then they would spend the rest of their lives apologizing for it. At least by then, they would be having a kingdom. But for now, she needed the rest.
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When they put Hera to sleep, everyone was astounded, and waiting for an explanation, but what explanation could there ever be for this. They wanted to wipe the memories of Hera storming in here but for the looks of the people, they were used to her craziness, at least that was okay.
So they erased the memories of what the warlocks had done to her. At least that ould protect her identity. But that wasn't going to stop them from talking. That wasn't going to stop them from asking a million, and one question, but that would be a problem to be handled tomorrow. After all, a crazy Rhian was better than a dead Hera.
They knew she was going to be hard to deal with, and actually pitied the matron who had been taking care of her all this while they wanted to make her feel, better, but it looked like she already knew what was happening.
It looked like she was already informed of whatever had taken place there. At least now, they just had to wait s few hours before the final piece of the puzzle arrived. Until then, they were going to be nice people who never hurt anyone.
They were going to protect the orphanage for the night and bulk the gate back up. They would fix it when everyone was asleep because this was a haven for kids, and a safe heaved never was to be disrupted.
All they could hope for was that Hermes was an understanding kid, otherwise, they would be having a load of trouble in their hands.