When Hera woke up the next day, it was to find herself in a spiral of confusion as to where and why she’s in a strange room. It took her quite some time to realize she’s in the League’s Quarter and that her dorm was under construction because of her rampage.
A prick of guilt ate away in her consciousness, but it was easier to brush it off once she thought of all the things she’d learned from the and&nb
Hera took a little while to get accustomed to the orangish light coming from the flames on the wooden torches—even more so to the flight of steps descending from somewhere. She’d never once walked through a tunnel before, but this one took it to a different level. They had turned for a hundred times already, two- or three-way forks confusing them to their ends, though always the same, Perry would touch the ancient-looking rocks caving them in and would be the decisive factor as to which lane they’d venture.It was pretty much a game of faith, a battle that would’ve spelled Hera’s demise had she been alone in here. Every now and then, she’s struck by the thought that they were already lost, but when she got a glimpse
Never had Hera thought that she’d one day be given a deadline of living, but it wasn’t as if she’d always have no fixed time for doing things. Perhaps her time in the orphanage was to prepare her for this. Perhaps all those times of condemning her accursed fate were all leading to this last act of retribution. She didn’t really know. All she could think of was the overpowering desire to come out of this alive; otherwise, her sister would forever suffer the wrath of those perverted soulless people.“There are three things we needed to know before we meet father,” said Sheels the moment they were back in their quarters. “What his plans, his prowess, and what army he holds to stop us.” She ticked all of those by her fingers.
The thought about yet another training was something Hera never anticipated or at least something she overlooked ever since she mastered Body-Thieving. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that there was like a side branch of what she could do, a thing that needed not her own body being unconscious or the other way around.Yet, what it required was an unrivaled focus and resolve—two combined attributes she didn’t have at the moment.“You’re not focusing enough. Again!”
“I won’t back down anymore. This time it’s different—I’m different. Take me as a trainee once again.”After walking out from the training and hyperventilating in front of Kioven, Hera trailed for how many days, weighing down chances, and thinking over everything that had transpired. She had never seen a single strand of the League, for she once again locked herself inside her dorm that was now fixed to the way it was before as though she had never destroyed it in the first place.“I confess myself disappointed, Hera,” started Sheels, sipping her cup of coffee, though
When Hera woke up, it took her a moment to realize why she had opened her eyes. Hadn’t she already covered that she did die? Or was it just some kind of dream while she’s perfectly awake? One thing’s for sure, though. It was not Sheels’s memory. If it was, which she doubted, she should have remembered it. Besides, as far as the world was concerned, she was yet to venture into any forest, let alone be trapped in the middle of it. If she had only forgotten it, it should have struck a certain recollection. Since nothing made sense, then it could either be a premonition or a terrible nightmare.“You haven’t told her yet?”“That’s terrible, Sheels!”
Style and Trust. Those were two of the many valuable things Hera had learned being with the League and were basically something she never would have cared about. Looking back, she was a rogue orphan, of whose being were even to darkness incomparable. There was too much she was containing inside her that her soul sort of just became evil. She isolated herself, push everyone who dared walk on the line of her boundary without much contemplation. She was afraid. It was a human that brought about her suffering, so why should the others be any different?And so, she lived most of her life always guarding her back in case someone tried to be sneaky and stab her from behind. She hated herself for what she was, but she had also learned that living in the past would n
Hera had never thought the day would come she’d stand to face death with nothing but a dagger and her ability to boot. It seemed she simply made the wrong decision of picking this sharp, pointed knife, but if she had chosen a sword or any other weapon perhaps, would she have time to master them? In any case, compared to the woman now sprinting toward them, her eyes intent at Hera, malice and thrill apparent in its glint, her sword-wielding would probably be trivial.“Are we just going to stand here and wait?” whispered Yara, her voice breaking a little.Sheels breathed heavily. “We don
Elena stood looking up at the rosy hue across the now clearing sky, the golden fingers of the young sun piercing through the grayish clouds. She breathed heavily as a breeze ruffled the blonde lock of her hair. Closing her eyes, she clenched her fist on the hilt of her sword. It didn’t take her a long time to unsheathe and slash it in the air with such precision that she made a straight line. A yellow flash followed the trail of the track her sword had taken just as a big crack wounded the dimension.A smirk made its way to her lips when a sound of breaking china echoed and a glass-like dome fell like curtains on the ground to reveal the street where thousands of warriors were slain, lying helpless on the pool of their own blood. Wheeling around, she found Hera’s uncon