Hey guys I'm going to be gone for a month so... yeah... and I don't think I should be talked to right now... I'm a bit... teary
Preview of Chapter 10 cuz I'm bored 10) Setting Off Do you know that feeling of the lack of belonging? When you are amongst a group of people who you simply know won’t accept you? Well, even the most fearsome come across this feeling some time or another, as did Khthonios on the day the Company set off. The City of Zeus itself was a rectangular fortress, surrounded by three rows of shining white walls. At the center was a cluster of towers where the royal family and friends dwelled. The Garden of Herse was the only other city within the fortress city of Zeus. The Company stood outside the great silver gates of the City. The gates were enormous, even for an Olympian Demigod, standing to about fifty feet in height. Within the thick silver was a large carving, on both sides, of a colossal eagle fighting a gruesome, snarling three-headed dog that wore a helmet on each head and a single cape clasped separately around all three necks. The eagle wore a circlet, much like Eleftheria possessed, of lightning bolts circling its head. Beneath the image was another carving in runes: 'ενα ξίφος να τρυπήσει κακία Spiridion looked at the gates in awe. He walked over to Andronikos, who stood tall with shoulders back as he watched the gates with pride, but he never failed to resume his stern expression. Spiridion tried to peel his eyes away from the gates in vain as he tugged on Andronikos’ sleeve like a child. “Sir, what do those runes mean?” he asked foolishly. Being an orphaned pauper in his home, Spiridion never learned to read. Andronikos did not respond. He remained as he was, standing tall and watching the gates with his stern, golden eyes. His hair whipped before his face as Notus, lord of the South Wind, sent his warm breath thru the land. He wore a white chiton with a beautiful yellow embroidered edge. Spiridion looked up at Andronikos and saw he was given no attention. He felt a large hand on his shoulder and looked up behind him. He saw Aiolos smiling down at him, wearing the same apparel as his brother. “Do not mind Andronikos. Those gates mean more to him than to Zeus himself,” he said with a warm, reassuring smile. “What does it all mean?” Spiridion repeated to this kind face. “It says, ‘One sword to pierce malice.’ The eagle is the symbol of Zeus; the crown indicates it is Zeus himself. He fights with a Hellhound; the helmets represent Hades’ Helm of Darkness,” Aiolos gestured to all these with his right hand as he spoke while keeping his other hand on Spiridion’s shoulder, “Its cape is that of which Hades wears. Overall, this is a symbol of Zeus’ rivalry with his brother.” Aiolos gave Spiridion a light pat on his shoulder then walked off toward Andronikos who hadn’t even moved. “This gate has a different meaning to you, does it not?” Aiolos said. No answer came from the stern Andronikos. “Eleftheria wore such a circlet, did she not?” continued Aiolos, “The eagle is because she was in the Zeus kingdom? And the three-headed dog is still Hades?” He looked over at Andronikos. He was now taking deep breaths to calm himself; his twin could clearly see he was upset. “It is not your fault, you realize?” Aiolos said quietly, “There was nothing you could do.” Andronikos took a while to answer in a firm tone, “I could have gone after her. And now, for my own weakness, she is as well as dead.” He turned and walked away just enough to get away from his brother.
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