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Argos was to become the next chapter in my life though. Argos, located on the river banks of Gerdya, was at that time a middle-sized town with about 200 000 inhibitors, and gained its income from textile industries and tourism to the hot spring spas at the northern edge of the town. These springs were connected to the old volcano Diro.
Diro had had an incarnated god warding the town as well as keeping the mountain under control. But he, like so many others, had become a victim of the Titans, and now the mountain looked sad and lonely when you entered the town via the east-bound railway. Like that poor volcano was actually missing it's keeper. (At that time we had no knowledge about quantum-base-connections between dead and living things and how incarnations actually worked. We only knew that it did work, that some deities were born intimately connected to powerful natural phenomenas and forces.)
Cheiron lived in a part of Argos called Western Ground. I mindcalled ahead,
Hera on the runHera on the run
"But why?" Hestia looked at me with puzzled eyes.
"That's not an answer. "
"Something happened. "
"Where? Here at New Pantheon? "
"Yes, here at New Pantheon. "
"Someone did something to you? Said something to you? Hera, you don't have to leave because someone..."
"I did something. A mistake."
"Let's just say I screwed up. Big time. And now I have to leave before... Well, there are certain people I don't want to see right now."
"Hera, what happened? What did you..."
"Hestia, I might tell you later. But at the moment I don't care to talk about it. "
"Please, I'm your friend. I wont tell anyone. Promise. "
"Promise! Not even to Iris."
"Especially not Iris. I love her dearly but she's too talkative, especially after a few glasses of wine."
"OK... To cut a long story short... I slept with Zeus. "
Oddly enough Hestia didn't look that surprised. She only asked:
"Yesterday! At the Solstice party."
"Hahaha! Welcome to the club, lassie!"
Late night mistakeLate Night Mistake
I left Themis with her sour face and her spilled wine and absent-mindedly I walked out in one of the living rooms, where I met Nyx. She was sitting at a table, half-finished dish of ambrosia beside her and tearing through her braided, jetblack hair with restless chocolate-coloured hands while looking at a puzzle of small pieces of paper spread out over the table.
Back in the war the dark-skinned girl had been a trapper and a healer. And because of her ability to see in the dark she was called Queen of the Night. How come war deeds always sound so glamorous in the rear view mirror? Now she has merged her two abilities, the medicine and the research skill, to work with something that looked rather dull but was no less important than to find secret tracks and heal wounded Warsisters and -brothers.
Each paper carried a name, the names of us in the New Pantheon together with a lot of others, most of them more or less familiar. Other immortals.
" What is this? "
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