"Honestly, Eagle, I don't know." I looked at Zeus who was standing in front of me at the patio. He was dressed in a short, crimson-red tunic of silk decorated with golden square-patterns around the cuttings, so different from these tough and durable leather coveralls he had been wearing during the war.
"What is it you have heard then, Hera?" he asked with a serious look upon his handsome face, blue eyes filled with thoughts.
"It's just that I've been talking to Hestia, and she feels that Eurynome is 'out to get her' in a way that sounds rather strange to me. But I believe her. Hestia is my oldest friend. Now, with Neario gone, there is no-one closer to me than her. So of course I trust her. And on top of that - Iris is backing her up. "
"But what about Eurynome? "
"What do you mean? "
"You have only one side of the story here. Have you talked to Euri? "
"No, what should I say to her? 'Why are you telling Zeus and Demeter lies about Hestia and her businesses in Deriand
The tears of HeraThe tears of Hera
Zeus was talking that night of winning the peace. Of forming something new on the ruins of the old society.
"Winning the war is one thing. Winning the peace is something entirely different. And for that task we are going to need a new kind of soldier. A new kind of Order. You might have noticed that I have dropped the pre-fix 'War' ahead of 'Brother and 'Sister now. That's because the war is all but over, and I want you to think in other terms than war terms. But we still need strategies. Different kind of strategies. Strategies for peace. And that's why I wanna dispose of the Blue Gold. To start something new. I want you all to..."
At that moment I couldn't listen anymore. I felt like I was suffocating. I had to be out of the room immediately. I left my place between Hestia and Atlas and made my way through the gathered group and through the glass doors to the terrace. Here it was dark and a salty wind came blowing in from the Central Ocean and played with the