Miniscent

A strong hum of energy and excitement could be felt. A festive celebration was held once every ten years called KIA in memory of their goddess, who was given the ultimate power and used it to protect and fight for her people in her prime. 

On this day, necromancers were forbidden to use their powers for even the slightest of things. Everything was to be done manually without the consequence of going against it, which was a painful death.

People talked, flirted, kissed, and danced to the Hospiko spilling out from the violoncello, harp, and lyre. The synergies expertly created the tone, and the athletes produced sweet melodies by performing on the aulos.

The KIA was a gathering consisting of loads of food packed at respective places. Ninos were running around, and the teenagers were busy eyeballing one another. Visitors get cornered by the papou, who welcomes them by presenting the person with a strip of cotton called "Hida.”

They treated the visitors with complete kindness, respect, and generosity. They slowly grilled and cooked hog roasts under the midnight moon's light. 

Suddenly, the galloping and whining of horses could be heard, and dust rose from the surface, disrupting the joyous celebration. The chariot of horses (Triga and Quadriga) was driven by the charioteers and swordsmen in armor, who were on the horses while holding their swords high above their heads.

The moon reflected through the swords, and shiny shadows glittered on the ground. Swinging and hitting of swords sounded in the once joyous and serene atmosphere.

“Protect the land of our birth.” Someone shouted in the large crowd. 

The firing of poisonous arrows sent his victims to a slow death. The smell of burning grass huts, slitting throats with the aid of their swords, axes, and other killing weapons. Crises of children and shouts of women who were trying to protect and hide their children could be heard. 
 

Whisper Of The Veil

Hera and the girls landed in an unfamiliar place full of woods after being sucked in by the ancient dragon book. It was snowing hard, and they could feel the flakes melt on their skin, yet for some inexplicable reason, the bitter cold did not bite at them. They stood barefoot and stripped of all clothing, their bodies exposed to the elements, yet they felt no discomfort. 


"Where the fuck are we?" Petra demanded, her voice laced with frustration as she glared daggers at Rhodes, who had led them into this predicament. Despite her harsh words, she instinctively reached for Elly’s soft hand, gripping it tightly, as though grounding herself in the only familiar thing left. Rhodes, feeling the weight of Petra’s burning gaze, turned slowly. A smirk played at the corner of her lips as if relishing the tension. 


“What do we do next?” Elly asked, her voice fragile with uncertainty. She was the only one who seemed truly shaken, her wide, searching eyes filled with a mixture of awe and fear. 


Coldbound