IGNITING THE SPARK OF WAR

In a realm surrounded by enormous floating islands, some with waterfalls, some with temples, some with trees made of sweet fruits all untouched by man; a tall and slender woman, with black hair and white pure feathered wings holding a shining blade on her right hand stood on top of Zeus’s abode. She had a sharp glare in her eyes, a gentle face yet sorrowful. Zeus’s abode was in the middle of all the islands and the biggest. The sounds of flapping wings approached from behind her.

“Enyo, you’re here again?” the god asked her.

“Ares? What do you want?” Enyo asked him not even bothering to glance at him.

“The old man requested the two of us. Don’t keep him waiting.” Ares said as he flapped his wings and flew off.

She said nothing, all she did was sighed heavily. Clenching the sword in her hand she looked at the clouds as they gently floated by.