CHAPTER THIRTY

Noah's Pov

Morning came early. And maybe too early.

Because my head still hurt, and my back still felt stiff. With my entire frame feeling like dried planks, and my mind not knowing where to start.

But the sun was already up in the sky; glowing orange and heat, as dove-tailed eagles flapped with wide wings out of their nests and squawked along through the clouds.

I could tell; even in my pain, it was a picture perfect morning.

Like those in historic paintings.

Yet still. In my state of mind. It was less of a masterpiece than anything else.

As I sat upright on my bed. And surrounded by trays upon trays; that were filled to the brim with tea cups. And tea cups that were filled with leaves soaked in filtered swamp water.

My mind was still unnerved trying to comprehend all that had happened yesterday.

The deaths. The cries. The screams. The shouts. And the general emotional turmoil.

I was sure even the goddess hadn't seen it all coming. I was sure she herself hadn't half-exp