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

Andrea went upstairs to his room as soon as he was done with his dishes. “Nighty, Mom,” he said, pressing a gentle peck on her cheek. She remained seated at the dining table, her fingers moving deftly through the paperwork of the pack, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. 


“Goodnight, love,” she responded, her voice warm but distracted, her focus still on the documents spread before her. The dim glow from the chandelier cast soft shadows across the table, adding to the quiet ambiance of the night. 


Outside, darkness had fully claimed the sky, and the cool whisper of the wind rustled through the trees. The air carried an eerie stillness, a quiet so profound it felt as though the very world held its breath. 


“What next?” Petra asked, stretching her hands forward in frustration. Her lips were pressed into a thin line as she glanced toward the house, watching as the last of the family members retired for the night. 


When Shadows Call