Orcus began to change. He became taller and his robe seemed to flap like wings. His handsome face turned into something else, more regal but more horrific. Two horns appeared on the sides of his head, but despite this, he had this terrible beauty; his face was like a smooth-faced minotaur. He was even taller than before. His robe flapped around him as if they were alive.
Desire stood by all this while let out a cackling laugh and we turned our attention at her. She was still as terribly beautiful as before but she looked almost reptilian.
We walked briskly through the forest with me in the lead, followed by Pandora my sister, Ameria and the fiery guardian. We walked in single file as the underbrush was thick.
Pandora was getting tired and clung to my arm. I encouraged her as much as I could as I wanted to reach Orcus before sun up. I was having a strange sense of being watched, but upon glancing at the guardian and Ameria, I was reassured that it was my imagination as they didn’t seem to notice anything.
We came upon a break from the closeness of the forests, several hours later. It looked like a wide...
Suddenly in front of us, a huge man materialized, he seemed to emanate white light around him. He had a helmet with wings on the side and body armour like a Roman soldier. He was very tall and muscled bound and yet he didn’t seem to be hostile. He stared at us, as we did him.
“Who are you?” all of us seemed to ask at once, including the bright stranger.
“I am a watcher of this glen, the guardian of the forest. This is my domain. Pray tell me why you are trespassing into my home,” he asked, rather haughtily I might add.
There were no other volunteers, even among the able-bodied men,. We understood how they felt as they wanted to make sure they were with their family if anything happened.
Our young men were away. They had gone to join the soldiers of Rome to fight against invaders and to invade. All that were left in the Village of Herak were older men, women and children.
We had no choice, so the three of us prepared for the journey. I actually didn’t want to have Pandora with me, but she insisted on coming along, pouting and stamping her feet, so I had to give in. We dressed up in...
The Sacred Art of Self Decoration with Monarch Butterflies
There comes a time when doing what you want without regard for other living things, because there’s nothing that exists like you. Will show all of your faults, and constant haunt with smallest creature Mother Nature brings, until you have the sense for what to do.
And who but I of noble tiger breed, would take exception being told the rules and heavy-handed lessons, to become a new example living by the...