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The WolfmenThe Wolfmen
We clashed in to the enemy, our war-cry meeting theirs. As so many times before I found myself hacking and slashing through a mass of Chronites, finishing them off fast, the hypersight helping me foreseeing their next moves. It was all routine these days. The air was static with Zeus's thunderbolts and the hair was standing up on my neck. Neario was behind me, his back to mine, calm and focused as usual.
In less than ten minutes it was over, the ground covered with Titan bodies. But two of us were down. Xurasa and Sireta. And Kaoran was bleeding from a stab-wound in his back, holding his hand to the injured part to speed up his healing.
Zeus kneeled by Xurasa, who talked to him, still laying down with eyes closed.
"I'm OK. Have good healing abilities. See to Sireta instead. "
"Sireta's dead", Zeus said. "Adamantine blade stabbed right into her heart. She only lasted a few minutes, and I couldn't get to her. To many Chronites in the way. "
"Curse you, Zeus, couldn't you have
Mountain TrekMountain Trek
At these high altitudes it uses to snow in wintertime even as far south as in Delgarenzia. And during the three days we had been travelling through the wood-covered Delgaron mountains it had been snowing almost constantly. A heavy fall of large white flakes covered the ground and the trees in white, muted the sounds and made the world feel almost unreal, like we were travelling in a nowhereland beyond known realms.
This silence, this feeling of unrealness made one almost want to whisper, scared of waking what strange spirits or beings who might be hiding among the trees. Sometimes you thought you saw something, but it was only a large stone or a little pine-bush that looked oddly human. Or a hare or a stag jumping away when seeing us travellers.
Sometimes we crossed small creeks, half-covered in ice and where the sound of running water seemed to blast through the silence. And sometimes we came across winter-roses, those outlandish, blood-red flowers that blossoms in the m
The Titan ComputerThe Titan Computer
There is something interesting in with what war does to people. Of course it maims and hurts both the bodies and souls, but it causes other things too. Fighting side by side brings people close. And after saving each others lives countless of times in various raids and battles Neario and I found that we were falling in love.
I don't really know how it started, I only knew that after an attack against a Chronite troop encampment we found usselves kissing like madmen. Drenched in blood we were standing in the pouring rain among the smoking ruins of the Chronite training camp and kissing and caressing like school kids after a spring ball. After letting go to catch breath we were staring in surprise at each other. 'How did that happen'.
Discovering Neario was one of the greatest adventures in my life during these years. Much more exciting than the tedious and tiring handicraft war often is, whatever all these 'wanna-be-heroes' veterans say.
Neario was multi-levell
The Order of Blue GoldThe Order of Blue Gold
The sisters and brothers of the Order of Blue Gold didnt waste a minute of their precious time. Already the same day my training started. I learned all kinds of martial art. (And I found I had a previously unknown skill for kicking people in the guts.) I learned to handle guns and swords, to drive the primitive automobiles of these days as well as reading maps, climbing up things, hiding, spying, running for cover, camouflaging myself and other useful skills.
Not to mention learning to fully use all my immortal abilities, like levitation, mindspeak, shape-changing, self-healing and similar things. Including this powerful pyrotechnic ability that had spooked me all my life. And over the next few months Hera was turned into a war-machine of a kind mortals only see in movies or computer games these days.
I remember the first time Hestia and I teamed up together. Our goal was to chase down some Chron-asses and liberate an immortal child. I clearly recal
The memoirs of Hera - part 1The memoirs of Hera part 1 - How to begin a story
" Run, Hera, Run!" my father urged me and pushed me into the back with his right hand, pointing with his left in the general direction of the forest, where the setting sun was already painting the tree tops in an orange colour. Beyond the woodlands lay the blue, snowcapped mountains, and beyond them places I didn't know.
" But dad... what about you?"
" I'll do al right. I'll stay here, stopping the Titans from finding you, getting you. And I'll finally get revenge over Tethys, my beloved. Your mother. "
" But they're gonna kill you for sure! Let me stay and fight... "
" And die too? That would be such a waste. You're so young, Hera! You must go on. Live. A new life is waiting for you beyond those mountains. Adventures! Honour! Love! Children! Fortunes! Dreams come true! Don't sacrifice them to stay here with me when I go down. "
" Dad! I love you! "
" I love you too, Hera-kitten! Now please run! Get out of here before the Titans
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