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Colchis has always been a wild place. Wild lands of jagged mountains, wild seas of vicious tides and wild weather of wind and rain. It's people have, over the years, become stoic, tough and stubborn in their pursuit of normal and enriching lives, determined to carry them out on the rocks they call home. But now comes a wildness like no other. A storm and hurricane the size of which no grown man under the age of 28 will remember. For it was that many years ago that the last godly wrath descended upon the Kirakles islands, sending ships to the bottom of the sea, ripping citizens from their homes and into the air and oceans and destroying everything not cut from the very mountain stone itself. And here and now is to be its sister-twin. The great wrath of the north wind god Boreas is falling on Colchis. And there's no telling who or what will be left standing when the rains clear and the wind ceases to howl...
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Colchis has always been a wild place. Wild lands of jagged mountains, wild seas of vicious tides and wild weather of wind and rain. It's people have, over the years, become stoic, tough and stubborn in their pursuit of normal and enriching lives, determined to carry them out on the rocks they call home. But now comes a wildness like no other. A storm and hurricane the size of which no grown man under the age of 28 will remember. For it was that many years ago that the last godly wrath descended upon the Kirakles islands, sending ships to the bottom of the sea, ripping citizens from their homes and into the air and oceans and destroying everything not cut from the very mountain stone itself. And here and now is to be its sister-twin. The great wrath of the north wind god Boreas is falling on Colchis. And there's no telling who or what will be left standing when the rains clear and the wind ceases to howl...
The Wrath of Boreas Event - Colchis
Colchis has always been a wild place. Wild lands of jagged mountains, wild seas of vicious tides and wild weather of wind and rain. It's people have, over the years, become stoic, tough and stubborn in their pursuit of normal and enriching lives, determined to carry them out on the rocks they call home. But now comes a wildness like no other. A storm and hurricane the size of which no grown man under the age of 28 will remember. For it was that many years ago that the last godly wrath descended upon the Kirakles islands, sending ships to the bottom of the sea, ripping citizens from their homes and into the air and oceans and destroying everything not cut from the very mountain stone itself. And here and now is to be its sister-twin. The great wrath of the north wind god Boreas is falling on Colchis. And there's no telling who or what will be left standing when the rains clear and the wind ceases to howl...
A storm was coming. It had been nearly a week since the ship had left Athenia and, while Vangelis had felt the clouds above swirl in his very bones, he had known he needed to get home. Or, perhaps it was because of his trepidation - his impending feeling of doom - that he felt such a strong force pulling him back to the Kirakles islands.
Vangelis was no oracle. No soothsayer or wind-reader. But he had been born of Colchis, a kingdom of islands that were as used to reading the sea and the wind as much as they would read ink on a page. When growing up on an island surrounded by water and dominant in it's very existence only through stubbornness and sheer force of will (or so it seemed) you learned to be careful, to be cautious and to be open to all signs that might indicate a darkening in the sky or a turning of the tide.
The winds had been harsh upon leaving the Athenian harbour but Vangelis had been pleased in their energy. A strong air current would send him home faster and he would have a longer opportunity to speak with his father, to discuss the information he had gathered - and not unveiled - while in both Taengea and Athenia, regarding their supposed allies. He knew that he was due to deliver his sister Athanasia back to Taengea within two weeks of arriving back in Midas and any extra days or time he could eek out from his journey would give him a longer period to mull over the appropriate course of action before his familial duties replaced those of his sovereignty.
Vangelis had been suggested - on more than one occasion - that he overworked himself. That he should give up his baroncy of Chaossis, or allow some of his brothers to handle some of the lesser responsibilities of the crown prince. Or even step down from his role as General (though this had only been mentioned by his mother, who was more pacifist in her thoughts than his father and Vangelis knew that he was too successful on the plains of war to be allowed a reprieve from his leadership duties).
And yet, Vangelis never had relinquished any of his responsibilities. Too controlling to allow tasks that had been under his leadership to be passed to another - even one he entrusted as he did his brothers - he had continued to fulfil each and every role he had been assigned. While his province was handled more directly by a steward, Vangelis attended to the home he kept there once every six months and revealed the income, statistics and paperwork for the area every three weeks. He completed his royal tasks both in Midas and across the seas in his role as Crown Prince and - despite holding a fear detestation for the political savvy and games that were played in courts and senates the world over - he liked being able to witness them first hand as third party information was always subject to bias or mistake.
As control freak and organiser by nature, with a stubborn spirit and a high intolerance for the lazy or unjust, Vangelis was a workaholic who loved to be in charge both at home and away. He had never been a home-bird - despite enjoying the time he spent in his own bed back in Midas - and he would feel antsy or irritable if kept in one place too long. He enjoyed the feeling of stretching his legs both physically and politically.
So, when he was asked to return to Colchis, after spending time in the kingdoms of both of their allies, if only to return to Taengea as his sister's chaperone, Vangelis had had no qualms or issues. His eldest younger brother Zanon was a father and had more responsibilities at home than Vangelis had ever had and the collective might of Yiannis and Silas kept the Colchian kingdom moving along without his need to be present. Vangelis was happy to play the role of errand boy and, in doing so, keep his thumb on the pulse of the Grecian realm.
But now he was more eager to return to the Kirakles shores than he ever had been before.
After several days of harsh winds and strong currents, the ship Vangelis had been captaining between Taengea and Athenia for the last few months was making good time as it headed further north. But, as the winds picked up and the sea started to anger, Vangelis had sensed that the vengeful waters were not going to cease after just a few days. This was not a turbulent moment in the oceans... but a powerful message from the Gods.
Days later and their speedy journey had turned into a race against time. As if it were hunting the ship itself, dark clouds and a changing pressure in the air had formed behind them, chasing them home ever faster.
Now, they were within sight of Midas and the winds were hard enough to blow the shirts of sailors. For Vangelis, it sent the material of his clothes billowing out horizontal and slapped the fabric hard against his skin. His hair was blown straight and his eyes watered and streamed whenever he looked directly into the wind.
Which was hard to avoid when the menacing hand of the north wind would twist and turn the wind to suit its favour. One moment it would hit him from behind, sending Vangelis an unintended step forward before he could steady himself, then it would turn and attack from the side, his balance gone and his boots sliding on the deck.
He called against the howling wind, his voice lost in the blast that hit him square in the face but the crew he had taken on for his journeys seemed to understand him.
With sporadic coordination, disrupted and knocked about by the winds above and the roaring sea below,Vangelis was already wet up to the knees as waves reached up the side of the ship and swamped the deck, as if attempting to pull the vessel down to Poseidon himself. And now, rain had started to fall, speckling over the sails and hitting Vangelis on the head and temples.
This was just the beginning. Of that Vangelis was sure. Before the storm was out, Midas would have seen the full wrath of Poseidon and Boreas, as brothers in arms, bent on destruction. The torrents and the deluge that the heavens would soon open upon them was yet to come...
By the time the ship pulled into dock at one of Midas's extended fingers, Vangelis was already yelling orders to the men below before he had set foot on his kingdom again.
"Furl those sails!" He called to men, still trying to offload their cargo against the wind in order to transport it up to Midas. "Leave the goods!" He commanded, an arm swinging out to attract their attention. "They can be replaced!"
Vangelis ran down the dock, his boots slipping on the wooden planks and the rain starting to pick up.
"The ships are more important!" He yelled against the storm. "Furl those sails or they'll capsize!"
They might be taken down in the storm anyway, Vangelis knew, but so long as their sails weren't open and at the mercy of the howling wind, they stood a chance of retaining some of their transport. The cargo it carried was far cheaper to replace than the ships were to build. And Colchis couldn't survive on their native crops and food without the trade from Taengea and Athenia.
"Move now!" He called to the men, who might not have heard his deep, commanding tone over the wind, but they certainly recognised who he was. "The storm is coming and it's going to get worse, now move it!"
As he turned to check his own ship had now been brought safely (as safe as it could be) into harbour and that his crew were bringing up the sails, he spotted a figure he recognised standing to one side on the docks looking for someone - possibly him. Vangelis hurried over, a hand up against the force of the storm and his eyes narrowed against the icy blast.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked angrily, rain now pouring steadily down the back of his shirt and plastering his hair to his head.
He could see the black, monstrous centre of the storm not but a few miles from the capital and growing with every minute as it drew closer, and Vangelis swallowed back a strong feeling of doom.
May the Gods protect us... He prayed.
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A storm was coming. It had been nearly a week since the ship had left Athenia and, while Vangelis had felt the clouds above swirl in his very bones, he had known he needed to get home. Or, perhaps it was because of his trepidation - his impending feeling of doom - that he felt such a strong force pulling him back to the Kirakles islands.
Vangelis was no oracle. No soothsayer or wind-reader. But he had been born of Colchis, a kingdom of islands that were as used to reading the sea and the wind as much as they would read ink on a page. When growing up on an island surrounded by water and dominant in it's very existence only through stubbornness and sheer force of will (or so it seemed) you learned to be careful, to be cautious and to be open to all signs that might indicate a darkening in the sky or a turning of the tide.
The winds had been harsh upon leaving the Athenian harbour but Vangelis had been pleased in their energy. A strong air current would send him home faster and he would have a longer opportunity to speak with his father, to discuss the information he had gathered - and not unveiled - while in both Taengea and Athenia, regarding their supposed allies. He knew that he was due to deliver his sister Athanasia back to Taengea within two weeks of arriving back in Midas and any extra days or time he could eek out from his journey would give him a longer period to mull over the appropriate course of action before his familial duties replaced those of his sovereignty.
Vangelis had been suggested - on more than one occasion - that he overworked himself. That he should give up his baroncy of Chaossis, or allow some of his brothers to handle some of the lesser responsibilities of the crown prince. Or even step down from his role as General (though this had only been mentioned by his mother, who was more pacifist in her thoughts than his father and Vangelis knew that he was too successful on the plains of war to be allowed a reprieve from his leadership duties).
And yet, Vangelis never had relinquished any of his responsibilities. Too controlling to allow tasks that had been under his leadership to be passed to another - even one he entrusted as he did his brothers - he had continued to fulfil each and every role he had been assigned. While his province was handled more directly by a steward, Vangelis attended to the home he kept there once every six months and revealed the income, statistics and paperwork for the area every three weeks. He completed his royal tasks both in Midas and across the seas in his role as Crown Prince and - despite holding a fear detestation for the political savvy and games that were played in courts and senates the world over - he liked being able to witness them first hand as third party information was always subject to bias or mistake.
As control freak and organiser by nature, with a stubborn spirit and a high intolerance for the lazy or unjust, Vangelis was a workaholic who loved to be in charge both at home and away. He had never been a home-bird - despite enjoying the time he spent in his own bed back in Midas - and he would feel antsy or irritable if kept in one place too long. He enjoyed the feeling of stretching his legs both physically and politically.
So, when he was asked to return to Colchis, after spending time in the kingdoms of both of their allies, if only to return to Taengea as his sister's chaperone, Vangelis had had no qualms or issues. His eldest younger brother Zanon was a father and had more responsibilities at home than Vangelis had ever had and the collective might of Yiannis and Silas kept the Colchian kingdom moving along without his need to be present. Vangelis was happy to play the role of errand boy and, in doing so, keep his thumb on the pulse of the Grecian realm.
But now he was more eager to return to the Kirakles shores than he ever had been before.
After several days of harsh winds and strong currents, the ship Vangelis had been captaining between Taengea and Athenia for the last few months was making good time as it headed further north. But, as the winds picked up and the sea started to anger, Vangelis had sensed that the vengeful waters were not going to cease after just a few days. This was not a turbulent moment in the oceans... but a powerful message from the Gods.
Days later and their speedy journey had turned into a race against time. As if it were hunting the ship itself, dark clouds and a changing pressure in the air had formed behind them, chasing them home ever faster.
Now, they were within sight of Midas and the winds were hard enough to blow the shirts of sailors. For Vangelis, it sent the material of his clothes billowing out horizontal and slapped the fabric hard against his skin. His hair was blown straight and his eyes watered and streamed whenever he looked directly into the wind.
Which was hard to avoid when the menacing hand of the north wind would twist and turn the wind to suit its favour. One moment it would hit him from behind, sending Vangelis an unintended step forward before he could steady himself, then it would turn and attack from the side, his balance gone and his boots sliding on the deck.
He called against the howling wind, his voice lost in the blast that hit him square in the face but the crew he had taken on for his journeys seemed to understand him.
With sporadic coordination, disrupted and knocked about by the winds above and the roaring sea below,Vangelis was already wet up to the knees as waves reached up the side of the ship and swamped the deck, as if attempting to pull the vessel down to Poseidon himself. And now, rain had started to fall, speckling over the sails and hitting Vangelis on the head and temples.
This was just the beginning. Of that Vangelis was sure. Before the storm was out, Midas would have seen the full wrath of Poseidon and Boreas, as brothers in arms, bent on destruction. The torrents and the deluge that the heavens would soon open upon them was yet to come...
By the time the ship pulled into dock at one of Midas's extended fingers, Vangelis was already yelling orders to the men below before he had set foot on his kingdom again.
"Furl those sails!" He called to men, still trying to offload their cargo against the wind in order to transport it up to Midas. "Leave the goods!" He commanded, an arm swinging out to attract their attention. "They can be replaced!"
Vangelis ran down the dock, his boots slipping on the wooden planks and the rain starting to pick up.
"The ships are more important!" He yelled against the storm. "Furl those sails or they'll capsize!"
They might be taken down in the storm anyway, Vangelis knew, but so long as their sails weren't open and at the mercy of the howling wind, they stood a chance of retaining some of their transport. The cargo it carried was far cheaper to replace than the ships were to build. And Colchis couldn't survive on their native crops and food without the trade from Taengea and Athenia.
"Move now!" He called to the men, who might not have heard his deep, commanding tone over the wind, but they certainly recognised who he was. "The storm is coming and it's going to get worse, now move it!"
As he turned to check his own ship had now been brought safely (as safe as it could be) into harbour and that his crew were bringing up the sails, he spotted a figure he recognised standing to one side on the docks looking for someone - possibly him. Vangelis hurried over, a hand up against the force of the storm and his eyes narrowed against the icy blast.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked angrily, rain now pouring steadily down the back of his shirt and plastering his hair to his head.
He could see the black, monstrous centre of the storm not but a few miles from the capital and growing with every minute as it drew closer, and Vangelis swallowed back a strong feeling of doom.
May the Gods protect us... He prayed.
A storm was coming. It had been nearly a week since the ship had left Athenia and, while Vangelis had felt the clouds above swirl in his very bones, he had known he needed to get home. Or, perhaps it was because of his trepidation - his impending feeling of doom - that he felt such a strong force pulling him back to the Kirakles islands.
Vangelis was no oracle. No soothsayer or wind-reader. But he had been born of Colchis, a kingdom of islands that were as used to reading the sea and the wind as much as they would read ink on a page. When growing up on an island surrounded by water and dominant in it's very existence only through stubbornness and sheer force of will (or so it seemed) you learned to be careful, to be cautious and to be open to all signs that might indicate a darkening in the sky or a turning of the tide.
The winds had been harsh upon leaving the Athenian harbour but Vangelis had been pleased in their energy. A strong air current would send him home faster and he would have a longer opportunity to speak with his father, to discuss the information he had gathered - and not unveiled - while in both Taengea and Athenia, regarding their supposed allies. He knew that he was due to deliver his sister Athanasia back to Taengea within two weeks of arriving back in Midas and any extra days or time he could eek out from his journey would give him a longer period to mull over the appropriate course of action before his familial duties replaced those of his sovereignty.
Vangelis had been suggested - on more than one occasion - that he overworked himself. That he should give up his baroncy of Chaossis, or allow some of his brothers to handle some of the lesser responsibilities of the crown prince. Or even step down from his role as General (though this had only been mentioned by his mother, who was more pacifist in her thoughts than his father and Vangelis knew that he was too successful on the plains of war to be allowed a reprieve from his leadership duties).
And yet, Vangelis never had relinquished any of his responsibilities. Too controlling to allow tasks that had been under his leadership to be passed to another - even one he entrusted as he did his brothers - he had continued to fulfil each and every role he had been assigned. While his province was handled more directly by a steward, Vangelis attended to the home he kept there once every six months and revealed the income, statistics and paperwork for the area every three weeks. He completed his royal tasks both in Midas and across the seas in his role as Crown Prince and - despite holding a fear detestation for the political savvy and games that were played in courts and senates the world over - he liked being able to witness them first hand as third party information was always subject to bias or mistake.
As control freak and organiser by nature, with a stubborn spirit and a high intolerance for the lazy or unjust, Vangelis was a workaholic who loved to be in charge both at home and away. He had never been a home-bird - despite enjoying the time he spent in his own bed back in Midas - and he would feel antsy or irritable if kept in one place too long. He enjoyed the feeling of stretching his legs both physically and politically.
So, when he was asked to return to Colchis, after spending time in the kingdoms of both of their allies, if only to return to Taengea as his sister's chaperone, Vangelis had had no qualms or issues. His eldest younger brother Zanon was a father and had more responsibilities at home than Vangelis had ever had and the collective might of Yiannis and Silas kept the Colchian kingdom moving along without his need to be present. Vangelis was happy to play the role of errand boy and, in doing so, keep his thumb on the pulse of the Grecian realm.
But now he was more eager to return to the Kirakles shores than he ever had been before.
After several days of harsh winds and strong currents, the ship Vangelis had been captaining between Taengea and Athenia for the last few months was making good time as it headed further north. But, as the winds picked up and the sea started to anger, Vangelis had sensed that the vengeful waters were not going to cease after just a few days. This was not a turbulent moment in the oceans... but a powerful message from the Gods.
Days later and their speedy journey had turned into a race against time. As if it were hunting the ship itself, dark clouds and a changing pressure in the air had formed behind them, chasing them home ever faster.
Now, they were within sight of Midas and the winds were hard enough to blow the shirts of sailors. For Vangelis, it sent the material of his clothes billowing out horizontal and slapped the fabric hard against his skin. His hair was blown straight and his eyes watered and streamed whenever he looked directly into the wind.
Which was hard to avoid when the menacing hand of the north wind would twist and turn the wind to suit its favour. One moment it would hit him from behind, sending Vangelis an unintended step forward before he could steady himself, then it would turn and attack from the side, his balance gone and his boots sliding on the deck.
He called against the howling wind, his voice lost in the blast that hit him square in the face but the crew he had taken on for his journeys seemed to understand him.
With sporadic coordination, disrupted and knocked about by the winds above and the roaring sea below,Vangelis was already wet up to the knees as waves reached up the side of the ship and swamped the deck, as if attempting to pull the vessel down to Poseidon himself. And now, rain had started to fall, speckling over the sails and hitting Vangelis on the head and temples.
This was just the beginning. Of that Vangelis was sure. Before the storm was out, Midas would have seen the full wrath of Poseidon and Boreas, as brothers in arms, bent on destruction. The torrents and the deluge that the heavens would soon open upon them was yet to come...
By the time the ship pulled into dock at one of Midas's extended fingers, Vangelis was already yelling orders to the men below before he had set foot on his kingdom again.
"Furl those sails!" He called to men, still trying to offload their cargo against the wind in order to transport it up to Midas. "Leave the goods!" He commanded, an arm swinging out to attract their attention. "They can be replaced!"
Vangelis ran down the dock, his boots slipping on the wooden planks and the rain starting to pick up.
"The ships are more important!" He yelled against the storm. "Furl those sails or they'll capsize!"
They might be taken down in the storm anyway, Vangelis knew, but so long as their sails weren't open and at the mercy of the howling wind, they stood a chance of retaining some of their transport. The cargo it carried was far cheaper to replace than the ships were to build. And Colchis couldn't survive on their native crops and food without the trade from Taengea and Athenia.
"Move now!" He called to the men, who might not have heard his deep, commanding tone over the wind, but they certainly recognised who he was. "The storm is coming and it's going to get worse, now move it!"
As he turned to check his own ship had now been brought safely (as safe as it could be) into harbour and that his crew were bringing up the sails, he spotted a figure he recognised standing to one side on the docks looking for someone - possibly him. Vangelis hurried over, a hand up against the force of the storm and his eyes narrowed against the icy blast.
"What the hell are you doing here?" He asked angrily, rain now pouring steadily down the back of his shirt and plastering his hair to his head.
He could see the black, monstrous centre of the storm not but a few miles from the capital and growing with every minute as it drew closer, and Vangelis swallowed back a strong feeling of doom.
May the Gods protect us... He prayed.
The rains had started, and then they hadn’t stopped.
The rains had started days ago and there hadn’t been a single break. Water poured down on the city of Colchis. Bazaars flooded. Oceans rose and crashed against the rocky shores until they gave way, granting an entrance to reek havoc upon the lower parts of the city. Creatures were displaced, children separated from their parents, and Euphemia had gone agains orders and left the safest, highest ground there was to go and aid the town.
Despite having been taken in many years ago by the royal family, despite having spent over half of her life among the highest in the land, and despite often times being ditzy, Euphemia refused to forgot those who were most in need. Never the type to sit things out and wait, the woman decided to brace the storm. She did not know why Poseidon and the other gods and goddesses had decided to strike Colchis in rage, but she refused to let their wrath paralyze her.
Thunder clapped and boomed, echoing out among the gridded streets. Everywhere around her, chaos lurked. Lightning was the only lighting provided to the people desperately seeking for something, anything to bring relief. It strobed everything around her, but Euphemia once more refused to let anything prevent her from helping those around her.
One by one, she fulfilled any acts that required her: Assisting an elderly woman to a family home after being stranded, rounding up any child on its own and taking them to the nearest temple for safe keeping, narrowly managing to rescue a bit of supplies before a huge wave destroyed it all, and much more. Little by little, she worked her way down to the port. Living with those who controlled Colchis and ensured its success meant she knew just where the city’s supplies came from. Predominately an import-reliant civilization, citizens would do well to gain whatever supplies remained on the boats docked at the harbor.
It had taken her many hours to trek down to the docks, especially with the side quests she assumed along the way. By the time she arrived, the sun should’ve been visible high in the sky. Instead, darkness cloaked the town. Her eyes had adjusted to the bits of light, and when she saw the flag whipped about by the angry winds of the sea on the ship that arrived, her heart leapt into her chest.
Him.
Vangelis had left quite some time ago, and in that time, the storm had began to lash out against the city. It was nothing but piss poor luck for him to have chosen now to return to his home kingdom of Colchis. However, perhaps it would not be misfortune for the townspeople, for he was coming back from Athenia and Taengea, their two closest and most plentiful trading partners. Surely he would’ve brought materials back with him, and with those materials, people could continue to fight for survival against the elements.
Soaked long ago, the girl threw caution to the wind and raced down the rest of the steps to be carried to the sea’s edge. Immediately her gaze found the muscular build of the man she had known since childhood. Even over the roar of the see, the clapping of thunder, and the howling winds of the sea, Euphemia could hear his voice. It was as solid as rock, one of the sole things his men would be able to cling to for support to brave the storm.
And then the space between them had closed. Without realizing it, she had raced towards him as he advanced on her. They were standing face to face, her hair whipping about in the wildness despite her having tied it back with a leather strap. Her garment clung to her, drapery having gone a bit translucent, but she did not care. And even when she looked up and into those eyes, and even when her heart pounded against her chest heavier than the tide was crashing against the island, Euphemia had only one goal in mind.
“You!” she shouted at him, attempting to make herself sound as strong and commanding as he just had. “We need you and your crew and your ship!” Would it be difficult to get him to listen? Surely. Vangelis was a controller, which was why he made such a good army man. Euphemia, however, was just as determined.
“We need to unload everything!” she cried out, voice not conveying just how terrified she really was, eyes looking to the ship. “We need absolutely any and all supplies!” Euphemia turned back to Vangelis to hopefully once more convince him if she hadn’t already. “The people, they’re in desperate need of anything we can provide. We must unload the ship at once and disperse to those in need!" Her chest rose and fell, exhaustion threatening to take over.
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The rains had started, and then they hadn’t stopped.
The rains had started days ago and there hadn’t been a single break. Water poured down on the city of Colchis. Bazaars flooded. Oceans rose and crashed against the rocky shores until they gave way, granting an entrance to reek havoc upon the lower parts of the city. Creatures were displaced, children separated from their parents, and Euphemia had gone agains orders and left the safest, highest ground there was to go and aid the town.
Despite having been taken in many years ago by the royal family, despite having spent over half of her life among the highest in the land, and despite often times being ditzy, Euphemia refused to forgot those who were most in need. Never the type to sit things out and wait, the woman decided to brace the storm. She did not know why Poseidon and the other gods and goddesses had decided to strike Colchis in rage, but she refused to let their wrath paralyze her.
Thunder clapped and boomed, echoing out among the gridded streets. Everywhere around her, chaos lurked. Lightning was the only lighting provided to the people desperately seeking for something, anything to bring relief. It strobed everything around her, but Euphemia once more refused to let anything prevent her from helping those around her.
One by one, she fulfilled any acts that required her: Assisting an elderly woman to a family home after being stranded, rounding up any child on its own and taking them to the nearest temple for safe keeping, narrowly managing to rescue a bit of supplies before a huge wave destroyed it all, and much more. Little by little, she worked her way down to the port. Living with those who controlled Colchis and ensured its success meant she knew just where the city’s supplies came from. Predominately an import-reliant civilization, citizens would do well to gain whatever supplies remained on the boats docked at the harbor.
It had taken her many hours to trek down to the docks, especially with the side quests she assumed along the way. By the time she arrived, the sun should’ve been visible high in the sky. Instead, darkness cloaked the town. Her eyes had adjusted to the bits of light, and when she saw the flag whipped about by the angry winds of the sea on the ship that arrived, her heart leapt into her chest.
Him.
Vangelis had left quite some time ago, and in that time, the storm had began to lash out against the city. It was nothing but piss poor luck for him to have chosen now to return to his home kingdom of Colchis. However, perhaps it would not be misfortune for the townspeople, for he was coming back from Athenia and Taengea, their two closest and most plentiful trading partners. Surely he would’ve brought materials back with him, and with those materials, people could continue to fight for survival against the elements.
Soaked long ago, the girl threw caution to the wind and raced down the rest of the steps to be carried to the sea’s edge. Immediately her gaze found the muscular build of the man she had known since childhood. Even over the roar of the see, the clapping of thunder, and the howling winds of the sea, Euphemia could hear his voice. It was as solid as rock, one of the sole things his men would be able to cling to for support to brave the storm.
And then the space between them had closed. Without realizing it, she had raced towards him as he advanced on her. They were standing face to face, her hair whipping about in the wildness despite her having tied it back with a leather strap. Her garment clung to her, drapery having gone a bit translucent, but she did not care. And even when she looked up and into those eyes, and even when her heart pounded against her chest heavier than the tide was crashing against the island, Euphemia had only one goal in mind.
“You!” she shouted at him, attempting to make herself sound as strong and commanding as he just had. “We need you and your crew and your ship!” Would it be difficult to get him to listen? Surely. Vangelis was a controller, which was why he made such a good army man. Euphemia, however, was just as determined.
“We need to unload everything!” she cried out, voice not conveying just how terrified she really was, eyes looking to the ship. “We need absolutely any and all supplies!” Euphemia turned back to Vangelis to hopefully once more convince him if she hadn’t already. “The people, they’re in desperate need of anything we can provide. We must unload the ship at once and disperse to those in need!" Her chest rose and fell, exhaustion threatening to take over.
The rains had started, and then they hadn’t stopped.
The rains had started days ago and there hadn’t been a single break. Water poured down on the city of Colchis. Bazaars flooded. Oceans rose and crashed against the rocky shores until they gave way, granting an entrance to reek havoc upon the lower parts of the city. Creatures were displaced, children separated from their parents, and Euphemia had gone agains orders and left the safest, highest ground there was to go and aid the town.
Despite having been taken in many years ago by the royal family, despite having spent over half of her life among the highest in the land, and despite often times being ditzy, Euphemia refused to forgot those who were most in need. Never the type to sit things out and wait, the woman decided to brace the storm. She did not know why Poseidon and the other gods and goddesses had decided to strike Colchis in rage, but she refused to let their wrath paralyze her.
Thunder clapped and boomed, echoing out among the gridded streets. Everywhere around her, chaos lurked. Lightning was the only lighting provided to the people desperately seeking for something, anything to bring relief. It strobed everything around her, but Euphemia once more refused to let anything prevent her from helping those around her.
One by one, she fulfilled any acts that required her: Assisting an elderly woman to a family home after being stranded, rounding up any child on its own and taking them to the nearest temple for safe keeping, narrowly managing to rescue a bit of supplies before a huge wave destroyed it all, and much more. Little by little, she worked her way down to the port. Living with those who controlled Colchis and ensured its success meant she knew just where the city’s supplies came from. Predominately an import-reliant civilization, citizens would do well to gain whatever supplies remained on the boats docked at the harbor.
It had taken her many hours to trek down to the docks, especially with the side quests she assumed along the way. By the time she arrived, the sun should’ve been visible high in the sky. Instead, darkness cloaked the town. Her eyes had adjusted to the bits of light, and when she saw the flag whipped about by the angry winds of the sea on the ship that arrived, her heart leapt into her chest.
Him.
Vangelis had left quite some time ago, and in that time, the storm had began to lash out against the city. It was nothing but piss poor luck for him to have chosen now to return to his home kingdom of Colchis. However, perhaps it would not be misfortune for the townspeople, for he was coming back from Athenia and Taengea, their two closest and most plentiful trading partners. Surely he would’ve brought materials back with him, and with those materials, people could continue to fight for survival against the elements.
Soaked long ago, the girl threw caution to the wind and raced down the rest of the steps to be carried to the sea’s edge. Immediately her gaze found the muscular build of the man she had known since childhood. Even over the roar of the see, the clapping of thunder, and the howling winds of the sea, Euphemia could hear his voice. It was as solid as rock, one of the sole things his men would be able to cling to for support to brave the storm.
And then the space between them had closed. Without realizing it, she had raced towards him as he advanced on her. They were standing face to face, her hair whipping about in the wildness despite her having tied it back with a leather strap. Her garment clung to her, drapery having gone a bit translucent, but she did not care. And even when she looked up and into those eyes, and even when her heart pounded against her chest heavier than the tide was crashing against the island, Euphemia had only one goal in mind.
“You!” she shouted at him, attempting to make herself sound as strong and commanding as he just had. “We need you and your crew and your ship!” Would it be difficult to get him to listen? Surely. Vangelis was a controller, which was why he made such a good army man. Euphemia, however, was just as determined.
“We need to unload everything!” she cried out, voice not conveying just how terrified she really was, eyes looking to the ship. “We need absolutely any and all supplies!” Euphemia turned back to Vangelis to hopefully once more convince him if she hadn’t already. “The people, they’re in desperate need of anything we can provide. We must unload the ship at once and disperse to those in need!" Her chest rose and fell, exhaustion threatening to take over.
"We don't need the goods Euphemia!"[/b] He called to the girl over the storm. He took one of her shoulders in his hand and gave her a quick shake. She was talking to him without the appropriate titles and respect and - given that she was usually a conscientious girl - he took that to mean she was overtly panicked. Panicked people made stupid decisions when put in a situation they couldn't cope with.
Vangelis remembered the last storm of this kind that they had seen on Colchis. He had only been four at the time, but visions of the stormy skies and the booming nightmare of thunder were likely to never leave his memory. Smaller storms since, he had dealt with on many occasion. Euphemia was young enough to not remember most of them and certainly young enough to have never been of an age where she was expected to help. She had always been young enough to be protected by others.
"We need the people and we need the ships!" He confirmed. "The goods we can find again. We have supplies stocked!"
The royal mansions, as well as the mine below, had goods secretly stockpiled in case the city was ever attacked and placed under siege. If they could out-wait a long standing attack from an enemy nation (one that could go on for months) they would be able to wait out a storm. What they couldn't do though, was afford to lose ships (which were expensive to replace) or people (which were irreplaceable entirely).
"We need to get everyone up to Midas and then bolt the gates against the storm."
A stream of people were heading past Vangelis, following his outstretched hand. Many of them were his own crew members, having secured his ships sails, fastened the boat into place and then grabbed only what they could carry and headed for the city. Vangelis spotted his own trunk being taken by and grabbed his soaked cloak from on top of it. Wrapping it around Euphemia's shaking shoulders, Vangelis rubbed his hands down her upper arms in an instinctive pattern of trying to warm someone, despite the fact that his hands were like ice and the cloak drenched.
"Go with them, Euphemia!" He called against the wind and pointed after the small crowd that were hurrying away up the main road. "Get up to Midas and help people to higher ground. Fill the royal manors if you have to... Here..." Vangelis took his signet ring - the one that declared him heir to his throne, from his hand and wrapped her cold fingers around it. "Use this if anyone tries to stop you from getting my people to safety." He told her. Then he quirked a small smile. "And don't lose it!"
He then released her, turned on his heel, and sprinted back along the docks, his boots finding traction on the slippery beams.
It hadn't taken long for Vangelis to find himself drenched through. As the ship had come into dock, the first of the rain clouds had let loose their burdens and by the time he had now made a sweep of the first two docks, sticking out into the sea, barking orders at his men, his shirt was already soaked through to his skin and his hair flat against his skull.
"Leave the goods!" He continued to shout to the men unloading their ships of their cargo.
It was a natural instinct to protect that which you had bought, traded for, lugged and secured onto your ship and then sailed back to your home. These men would have spent weeks, if not months, arranging the trades that were now coming to fruition and would not want to let go of them lightly. Luckily, Vangelis' tone and instruction was anything but light.
His voice calm and controlled and firm against the wind. His natural tone was one of husk and gravel and the finite intonation and clipped command of his sentences brokered no argument. The few that tried to ignore him or simply couldn't hear over the howls of the wind, Vangelis grabbed physically, taking the curve of their shoulder into his hand and shirking them around. All of them, the crown prince directed towards the main road that led up to Midas, several storeys above them.
"No! Not that way!" Vangelis called to the men heading for the underground passages - tunnels that led either down into the mines or up into the city.
Racing over, Vangelis called with his hands cupped over his mouth.
"Come back!" He called, his voice echoing through the massive cavern and into the different tunnels it offered. "The city entrances will be shut!" He called.
It was the first step in protecting the city against flooding and massive weather disturbances - the tunnels were all closed from the top by the Midas soldiers in order to stop gales ripped down the tunnels or water soaking up into the city.
The tunnels were also too dangerous by half anyway. With the right angle of wind, you could be blasted into a path you didn't intend, slide down the wrong side tunnel, end up in a dead end or air bubble, and be drowned by the rising tides. The mines of Colchis were one of their crowning achievements as a populace, but they were not safe to travel during such times.
Managing to redirect most but not all of his people back out of the mines and up towards the main road, Vangelis turned to assess the docks. People still milled everywhere, several sails had been let loose, their pins pulled and the triangular material snapping and crashing in the wind. Ropes from the sails and unfastened ships flew over the docks at a speed that risked decapitation, or at the very least a knock into unconsciousness, should it hit a man in the head, their metal rings glaring in the dark light.
As he looked around, the dock was suddenly drenched in a bright white light that sent patterns over his vision and an almighty crash and boom sounded over the islands. The lightning had arrived.
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"We don't need the goods Euphemia!"[/b] He called to the girl over the storm. He took one of her shoulders in his hand and gave her a quick shake. She was talking to him without the appropriate titles and respect and - given that she was usually a conscientious girl - he took that to mean she was overtly panicked. Panicked people made stupid decisions when put in a situation they couldn't cope with.
Vangelis remembered the last storm of this kind that they had seen on Colchis. He had only been four at the time, but visions of the stormy skies and the booming nightmare of thunder were likely to never leave his memory. Smaller storms since, he had dealt with on many occasion. Euphemia was young enough to not remember most of them and certainly young enough to have never been of an age where she was expected to help. She had always been young enough to be protected by others.
"We need the people and we need the ships!" He confirmed. "The goods we can find again. We have supplies stocked!"
The royal mansions, as well as the mine below, had goods secretly stockpiled in case the city was ever attacked and placed under siege. If they could out-wait a long standing attack from an enemy nation (one that could go on for months) they would be able to wait out a storm. What they couldn't do though, was afford to lose ships (which were expensive to replace) or people (which were irreplaceable entirely).
"We need to get everyone up to Midas and then bolt the gates against the storm."
A stream of people were heading past Vangelis, following his outstretched hand. Many of them were his own crew members, having secured his ships sails, fastened the boat into place and then grabbed only what they could carry and headed for the city. Vangelis spotted his own trunk being taken by and grabbed his soaked cloak from on top of it. Wrapping it around Euphemia's shaking shoulders, Vangelis rubbed his hands down her upper arms in an instinctive pattern of trying to warm someone, despite the fact that his hands were like ice and the cloak drenched.
"Go with them, Euphemia!" He called against the wind and pointed after the small crowd that were hurrying away up the main road. "Get up to Midas and help people to higher ground. Fill the royal manors if you have to... Here..." Vangelis took his signet ring - the one that declared him heir to his throne, from his hand and wrapped her cold fingers around it. "Use this if anyone tries to stop you from getting my people to safety." He told her. Then he quirked a small smile. "And don't lose it!"
He then released her, turned on his heel, and sprinted back along the docks, his boots finding traction on the slippery beams.
It hadn't taken long for Vangelis to find himself drenched through. As the ship had come into dock, the first of the rain clouds had let loose their burdens and by the time he had now made a sweep of the first two docks, sticking out into the sea, barking orders at his men, his shirt was already soaked through to his skin and his hair flat against his skull.
"Leave the goods!" He continued to shout to the men unloading their ships of their cargo.
It was a natural instinct to protect that which you had bought, traded for, lugged and secured onto your ship and then sailed back to your home. These men would have spent weeks, if not months, arranging the trades that were now coming to fruition and would not want to let go of them lightly. Luckily, Vangelis' tone and instruction was anything but light.
His voice calm and controlled and firm against the wind. His natural tone was one of husk and gravel and the finite intonation and clipped command of his sentences brokered no argument. The few that tried to ignore him or simply couldn't hear over the howls of the wind, Vangelis grabbed physically, taking the curve of their shoulder into his hand and shirking them around. All of them, the crown prince directed towards the main road that led up to Midas, several storeys above them.
"No! Not that way!" Vangelis called to the men heading for the underground passages - tunnels that led either down into the mines or up into the city.
Racing over, Vangelis called with his hands cupped over his mouth.
"Come back!" He called, his voice echoing through the massive cavern and into the different tunnels it offered. "The city entrances will be shut!" He called.
It was the first step in protecting the city against flooding and massive weather disturbances - the tunnels were all closed from the top by the Midas soldiers in order to stop gales ripped down the tunnels or water soaking up into the city.
The tunnels were also too dangerous by half anyway. With the right angle of wind, you could be blasted into a path you didn't intend, slide down the wrong side tunnel, end up in a dead end or air bubble, and be drowned by the rising tides. The mines of Colchis were one of their crowning achievements as a populace, but they were not safe to travel during such times.
Managing to redirect most but not all of his people back out of the mines and up towards the main road, Vangelis turned to assess the docks. People still milled everywhere, several sails had been let loose, their pins pulled and the triangular material snapping and crashing in the wind. Ropes from the sails and unfastened ships flew over the docks at a speed that risked decapitation, or at the very least a knock into unconsciousness, should it hit a man in the head, their metal rings glaring in the dark light.
As he looked around, the dock was suddenly drenched in a bright white light that sent patterns over his vision and an almighty crash and boom sounded over the islands. The lightning had arrived.
"We don't need the goods Euphemia!"[/b] He called to the girl over the storm. He took one of her shoulders in his hand and gave her a quick shake. She was talking to him without the appropriate titles and respect and - given that she was usually a conscientious girl - he took that to mean she was overtly panicked. Panicked people made stupid decisions when put in a situation they couldn't cope with.
Vangelis remembered the last storm of this kind that they had seen on Colchis. He had only been four at the time, but visions of the stormy skies and the booming nightmare of thunder were likely to never leave his memory. Smaller storms since, he had dealt with on many occasion. Euphemia was young enough to not remember most of them and certainly young enough to have never been of an age where she was expected to help. She had always been young enough to be protected by others.
"We need the people and we need the ships!" He confirmed. "The goods we can find again. We have supplies stocked!"
The royal mansions, as well as the mine below, had goods secretly stockpiled in case the city was ever attacked and placed under siege. If they could out-wait a long standing attack from an enemy nation (one that could go on for months) they would be able to wait out a storm. What they couldn't do though, was afford to lose ships (which were expensive to replace) or people (which were irreplaceable entirely).
"We need to get everyone up to Midas and then bolt the gates against the storm."
A stream of people were heading past Vangelis, following his outstretched hand. Many of them were his own crew members, having secured his ships sails, fastened the boat into place and then grabbed only what they could carry and headed for the city. Vangelis spotted his own trunk being taken by and grabbed his soaked cloak from on top of it. Wrapping it around Euphemia's shaking shoulders, Vangelis rubbed his hands down her upper arms in an instinctive pattern of trying to warm someone, despite the fact that his hands were like ice and the cloak drenched.
"Go with them, Euphemia!" He called against the wind and pointed after the small crowd that were hurrying away up the main road. "Get up to Midas and help people to higher ground. Fill the royal manors if you have to... Here..." Vangelis took his signet ring - the one that declared him heir to his throne, from his hand and wrapped her cold fingers around it. "Use this if anyone tries to stop you from getting my people to safety." He told her. Then he quirked a small smile. "And don't lose it!"
He then released her, turned on his heel, and sprinted back along the docks, his boots finding traction on the slippery beams.
It hadn't taken long for Vangelis to find himself drenched through. As the ship had come into dock, the first of the rain clouds had let loose their burdens and by the time he had now made a sweep of the first two docks, sticking out into the sea, barking orders at his men, his shirt was already soaked through to his skin and his hair flat against his skull.
"Leave the goods!" He continued to shout to the men unloading their ships of their cargo.
It was a natural instinct to protect that which you had bought, traded for, lugged and secured onto your ship and then sailed back to your home. These men would have spent weeks, if not months, arranging the trades that were now coming to fruition and would not want to let go of them lightly. Luckily, Vangelis' tone and instruction was anything but light.
His voice calm and controlled and firm against the wind. His natural tone was one of husk and gravel and the finite intonation and clipped command of his sentences brokered no argument. The few that tried to ignore him or simply couldn't hear over the howls of the wind, Vangelis grabbed physically, taking the curve of their shoulder into his hand and shirking them around. All of them, the crown prince directed towards the main road that led up to Midas, several storeys above them.
"No! Not that way!" Vangelis called to the men heading for the underground passages - tunnels that led either down into the mines or up into the city.
Racing over, Vangelis called with his hands cupped over his mouth.
"Come back!" He called, his voice echoing through the massive cavern and into the different tunnels it offered. "The city entrances will be shut!" He called.
It was the first step in protecting the city against flooding and massive weather disturbances - the tunnels were all closed from the top by the Midas soldiers in order to stop gales ripped down the tunnels or water soaking up into the city.
The tunnels were also too dangerous by half anyway. With the right angle of wind, you could be blasted into a path you didn't intend, slide down the wrong side tunnel, end up in a dead end or air bubble, and be drowned by the rising tides. The mines of Colchis were one of their crowning achievements as a populace, but they were not safe to travel during such times.
Managing to redirect most but not all of his people back out of the mines and up towards the main road, Vangelis turned to assess the docks. People still milled everywhere, several sails had been let loose, their pins pulled and the triangular material snapping and crashing in the wind. Ropes from the sails and unfastened ships flew over the docks at a speed that risked decapitation, or at the very least a knock into unconsciousness, should it hit a man in the head, their metal rings glaring in the dark light.
As he looked around, the dock was suddenly drenched in a bright white light that sent patterns over his vision and an almighty crash and boom sounded over the islands. The lightning had arrived.
It was true that she had never experienced a storm like this. The last time Colchis had been struck with a storm of this size and magnitude, Euphemia had not yet been born. Any storm fractioning the one upon them now had come when she was younger, and in doing so, she had her parents and then the Kotas family to protect her. Now that she was older, however, and had the urge to help those around her, she had intentionally disobeyed her orders to remain in the royal manor, and instead went to help the people of her home city.
Because of it, there was terror in her eyes. Wherever she looked there was destruction, man versus nature- And the latter of which was winning. In her panic, the blonde had forgotten all about the stockpiled goods that remained safe in the royal estate and its mines. Well, she hadn’t completely forgotten, but she forgot about just how bountiful they truly were. Vangelis shouted over the wind, able to be heard by the groups of people around the pair, but rushing blood flooded her ears, rendering them deafened. It wasn’t until the man wrapped a damp cloak around her and rubbed at her arms that she was anchored back to the scene.
He gave her orders, and while she processed them, Euphemia knew what she needed to do. Despite her quivering form and the fear coursing through her, her heart wanted to do more good then assist people who barely needed it. Cool metal kissed her chilled fingers, warmer ones ensuring the prized piece of jewelry did not leave her hands. She parted them slightly so that she could look down at the object as Vangelis explained what she should do with it, and then raised her gaze to look back up at the man. “Vangelis I-“
Stopping mid-sentence, Euphemia watched as her words were lost in the wind, for the brunet ran off and down the docks. A part of her wanted to run after him, to verbally inform him she wouldn’t listen and that she would stick by his side to help the people still remaining at the docks. Another part missed the warmth of his hands on her arms, the wind making the exposed skin fill with goosebumps where his touch had once been. She looked back down at the item in her hand, inhaled, and then knew what she had to do.
Except that a rather large breath of wind was exhaled by Boreas, and when the girl attempted to brace herself, the ring slipped from her hand and fell into the earth. It seemed that she was incapable of following any orders, no matter how simple, when panicked. Falling to her knees, the blonde desperately attempted to find it. Her arms swung this way and that, hands tracing against the dampened ground below. Her fingers shook with fear, and she mumbled to herself until, after a minute or so of searching, one of the trembling appendages landed on the ring once more.
She took the ring bestowed upon her and slipped it onto her thumb- The only finger it would fit snuggly on. Sitting back onto her legs, the girl tried to calm herself. She wrapped the cloak around her and took in the chaotic scene once more. The group she had been told to depart with was long gone and out of sight, their hurried steps carrying them to the castle faster than she would’ve been able to snap out of her fear, retrieve the ring, and follow. Fear once more took grip of her heart, but when she saw another mass amount of people, Euphemia struggled to her feet.
Just as she was about to follow them, her ears filled with Vangelis’ shouting. Turning, her eyes landed upon a group of people headed towards the tunnels. Having been at the royal estate earlier that day, she possessed the knowledge that the tunnels’ exits in the city had been ordered closed. Vangelis knew the same, which was why he had called out to them, but they had been too far gone to hear. It was then that her running steps changed, and she headed instead into the direction of the underground channels instead, eager to assist.
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It was true that she had never experienced a storm like this. The last time Colchis had been struck with a storm of this size and magnitude, Euphemia had not yet been born. Any storm fractioning the one upon them now had come when she was younger, and in doing so, she had her parents and then the Kotas family to protect her. Now that she was older, however, and had the urge to help those around her, she had intentionally disobeyed her orders to remain in the royal manor, and instead went to help the people of her home city.
Because of it, there was terror in her eyes. Wherever she looked there was destruction, man versus nature- And the latter of which was winning. In her panic, the blonde had forgotten all about the stockpiled goods that remained safe in the royal estate and its mines. Well, she hadn’t completely forgotten, but she forgot about just how bountiful they truly were. Vangelis shouted over the wind, able to be heard by the groups of people around the pair, but rushing blood flooded her ears, rendering them deafened. It wasn’t until the man wrapped a damp cloak around her and rubbed at her arms that she was anchored back to the scene.
He gave her orders, and while she processed them, Euphemia knew what she needed to do. Despite her quivering form and the fear coursing through her, her heart wanted to do more good then assist people who barely needed it. Cool metal kissed her chilled fingers, warmer ones ensuring the prized piece of jewelry did not leave her hands. She parted them slightly so that she could look down at the object as Vangelis explained what she should do with it, and then raised her gaze to look back up at the man. “Vangelis I-“
Stopping mid-sentence, Euphemia watched as her words were lost in the wind, for the brunet ran off and down the docks. A part of her wanted to run after him, to verbally inform him she wouldn’t listen and that she would stick by his side to help the people still remaining at the docks. Another part missed the warmth of his hands on her arms, the wind making the exposed skin fill with goosebumps where his touch had once been. She looked back down at the item in her hand, inhaled, and then knew what she had to do.
Except that a rather large breath of wind was exhaled by Boreas, and when the girl attempted to brace herself, the ring slipped from her hand and fell into the earth. It seemed that she was incapable of following any orders, no matter how simple, when panicked. Falling to her knees, the blonde desperately attempted to find it. Her arms swung this way and that, hands tracing against the dampened ground below. Her fingers shook with fear, and she mumbled to herself until, after a minute or so of searching, one of the trembling appendages landed on the ring once more.
She took the ring bestowed upon her and slipped it onto her thumb- The only finger it would fit snuggly on. Sitting back onto her legs, the girl tried to calm herself. She wrapped the cloak around her and took in the chaotic scene once more. The group she had been told to depart with was long gone and out of sight, their hurried steps carrying them to the castle faster than she would’ve been able to snap out of her fear, retrieve the ring, and follow. Fear once more took grip of her heart, but when she saw another mass amount of people, Euphemia struggled to her feet.
Just as she was about to follow them, her ears filled with Vangelis’ shouting. Turning, her eyes landed upon a group of people headed towards the tunnels. Having been at the royal estate earlier that day, she possessed the knowledge that the tunnels’ exits in the city had been ordered closed. Vangelis knew the same, which was why he had called out to them, but they had been too far gone to hear. It was then that her running steps changed, and she headed instead into the direction of the underground channels instead, eager to assist.
It was true that she had never experienced a storm like this. The last time Colchis had been struck with a storm of this size and magnitude, Euphemia had not yet been born. Any storm fractioning the one upon them now had come when she was younger, and in doing so, she had her parents and then the Kotas family to protect her. Now that she was older, however, and had the urge to help those around her, she had intentionally disobeyed her orders to remain in the royal manor, and instead went to help the people of her home city.
Because of it, there was terror in her eyes. Wherever she looked there was destruction, man versus nature- And the latter of which was winning. In her panic, the blonde had forgotten all about the stockpiled goods that remained safe in the royal estate and its mines. Well, she hadn’t completely forgotten, but she forgot about just how bountiful they truly were. Vangelis shouted over the wind, able to be heard by the groups of people around the pair, but rushing blood flooded her ears, rendering them deafened. It wasn’t until the man wrapped a damp cloak around her and rubbed at her arms that she was anchored back to the scene.
He gave her orders, and while she processed them, Euphemia knew what she needed to do. Despite her quivering form and the fear coursing through her, her heart wanted to do more good then assist people who barely needed it. Cool metal kissed her chilled fingers, warmer ones ensuring the prized piece of jewelry did not leave her hands. She parted them slightly so that she could look down at the object as Vangelis explained what she should do with it, and then raised her gaze to look back up at the man. “Vangelis I-“
Stopping mid-sentence, Euphemia watched as her words were lost in the wind, for the brunet ran off and down the docks. A part of her wanted to run after him, to verbally inform him she wouldn’t listen and that she would stick by his side to help the people still remaining at the docks. Another part missed the warmth of his hands on her arms, the wind making the exposed skin fill with goosebumps where his touch had once been. She looked back down at the item in her hand, inhaled, and then knew what she had to do.
Except that a rather large breath of wind was exhaled by Boreas, and when the girl attempted to brace herself, the ring slipped from her hand and fell into the earth. It seemed that she was incapable of following any orders, no matter how simple, when panicked. Falling to her knees, the blonde desperately attempted to find it. Her arms swung this way and that, hands tracing against the dampened ground below. Her fingers shook with fear, and she mumbled to herself until, after a minute or so of searching, one of the trembling appendages landed on the ring once more.
She took the ring bestowed upon her and slipped it onto her thumb- The only finger it would fit snuggly on. Sitting back onto her legs, the girl tried to calm herself. She wrapped the cloak around her and took in the chaotic scene once more. The group she had been told to depart with was long gone and out of sight, their hurried steps carrying them to the castle faster than she would’ve been able to snap out of her fear, retrieve the ring, and follow. Fear once more took grip of her heart, but when she saw another mass amount of people, Euphemia struggled to her feet.
Just as she was about to follow them, her ears filled with Vangelis’ shouting. Turning, her eyes landed upon a group of people headed towards the tunnels. Having been at the royal estate earlier that day, she possessed the knowledge that the tunnels’ exits in the city had been ordered closed. Vangelis knew the same, which was why he had called out to them, but they had been too far gone to hear. It was then that her running steps changed, and she headed instead into the direction of the underground channels instead, eager to assist.
Vangelis hauled back against the forearm he had hold of and helped pull two dock workers out of their small boat and back onto dry land. The toe had been stuck, unable to read the wooden docks after the win had tugged their boat free of its moorings and the sea level wouldn't remain still.
It was as he looked around to check for others that needed help that he could see people in a steady stream abandoning their purchases and their luggage and heading up the steep slope to the city. The road would be dangerous, slippery and full of mud after so much rainfall on rocky earth ground but at least, once the treacherous path was traversed, they would be inside the capital and able to bar the gates on the oncoming storm. That was so long as Euphemia managed to convince the guards to shut them with that ring he'd given her.
He cast his gaze about trying to find that blonde head - now turned light brown from the rain - in amongst the crowd but he couldn't spot her or the cloak he had given her.
Until he noticed someone running in the wrong direction.
And wouldn't you know it...
"Euphemia!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice travel further. No such luck with it reaching her ears though as Vangelis watched that cloak disappear into one of the cave tunnels.
"Damnit." The prince growled to himself, before digging in his boots and sprinting after her.
As he sprinted across the docks and then over the rocky shoreline, heading for the cavern that would lead him to the tunnels, plumes of water sprayed out behind his boots and his body cut shapes in the torrential rain, now pouring as if in a hard sheet of ice.
Pushing more power into his thighs and raising his arms to keep his balance over the rocky and disjointed surface, Vangelis shot across the open cave and down the tunnel he had seen Euphemia run down.
"Euphemia!" He called, his voice echoing and distorting like some strange monster down the tunnel.
The route was pitch black and he could see next to nothing, but Vangelis caught the glimmer of light reflecting off of water running down the tunnel walls. The rain from above was clearly trickling through open spaces and the porous rocks, or running down the open tunnels higher in the mountain and turning the tunnels into a giant water funnel. Everywhere a tunnel didn't open out, the routes would be filling up with water.
"Euphie, answer me!" He called out again, this time very aware how is voice mingled with the clashing of thunder he could hear outside and the low groaning and rumbling of the rocks around him.
Vangelis sent up a silent prayer.
If they had a rockslide or fall now... the results could be disastrous...
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Vangelis hauled back against the forearm he had hold of and helped pull two dock workers out of their small boat and back onto dry land. The toe had been stuck, unable to read the wooden docks after the win had tugged their boat free of its moorings and the sea level wouldn't remain still.
It was as he looked around to check for others that needed help that he could see people in a steady stream abandoning their purchases and their luggage and heading up the steep slope to the city. The road would be dangerous, slippery and full of mud after so much rainfall on rocky earth ground but at least, once the treacherous path was traversed, they would be inside the capital and able to bar the gates on the oncoming storm. That was so long as Euphemia managed to convince the guards to shut them with that ring he'd given her.
He cast his gaze about trying to find that blonde head - now turned light brown from the rain - in amongst the crowd but he couldn't spot her or the cloak he had given her.
Until he noticed someone running in the wrong direction.
And wouldn't you know it...
"Euphemia!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice travel further. No such luck with it reaching her ears though as Vangelis watched that cloak disappear into one of the cave tunnels.
"Damnit." The prince growled to himself, before digging in his boots and sprinting after her.
As he sprinted across the docks and then over the rocky shoreline, heading for the cavern that would lead him to the tunnels, plumes of water sprayed out behind his boots and his body cut shapes in the torrential rain, now pouring as if in a hard sheet of ice.
Pushing more power into his thighs and raising his arms to keep his balance over the rocky and disjointed surface, Vangelis shot across the open cave and down the tunnel he had seen Euphemia run down.
"Euphemia!" He called, his voice echoing and distorting like some strange monster down the tunnel.
The route was pitch black and he could see next to nothing, but Vangelis caught the glimmer of light reflecting off of water running down the tunnel walls. The rain from above was clearly trickling through open spaces and the porous rocks, or running down the open tunnels higher in the mountain and turning the tunnels into a giant water funnel. Everywhere a tunnel didn't open out, the routes would be filling up with water.
"Euphie, answer me!" He called out again, this time very aware how is voice mingled with the clashing of thunder he could hear outside and the low groaning and rumbling of the rocks around him.
Vangelis sent up a silent prayer.
If they had a rockslide or fall now... the results could be disastrous...
Vangelis hauled back against the forearm he had hold of and helped pull two dock workers out of their small boat and back onto dry land. The toe had been stuck, unable to read the wooden docks after the win had tugged their boat free of its moorings and the sea level wouldn't remain still.
It was as he looked around to check for others that needed help that he could see people in a steady stream abandoning their purchases and their luggage and heading up the steep slope to the city. The road would be dangerous, slippery and full of mud after so much rainfall on rocky earth ground but at least, once the treacherous path was traversed, they would be inside the capital and able to bar the gates on the oncoming storm. That was so long as Euphemia managed to convince the guards to shut them with that ring he'd given her.
He cast his gaze about trying to find that blonde head - now turned light brown from the rain - in amongst the crowd but he couldn't spot her or the cloak he had given her.
Until he noticed someone running in the wrong direction.
And wouldn't you know it...
"Euphemia!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth to make his voice travel further. No such luck with it reaching her ears though as Vangelis watched that cloak disappear into one of the cave tunnels.
"Damnit." The prince growled to himself, before digging in his boots and sprinting after her.
As he sprinted across the docks and then over the rocky shoreline, heading for the cavern that would lead him to the tunnels, plumes of water sprayed out behind his boots and his body cut shapes in the torrential rain, now pouring as if in a hard sheet of ice.
Pushing more power into his thighs and raising his arms to keep his balance over the rocky and disjointed surface, Vangelis shot across the open cave and down the tunnel he had seen Euphemia run down.
"Euphemia!" He called, his voice echoing and distorting like some strange monster down the tunnel.
The route was pitch black and he could see next to nothing, but Vangelis caught the glimmer of light reflecting off of water running down the tunnel walls. The rain from above was clearly trickling through open spaces and the porous rocks, or running down the open tunnels higher in the mountain and turning the tunnels into a giant water funnel. Everywhere a tunnel didn't open out, the routes would be filling up with water.
"Euphie, answer me!" He called out again, this time very aware how is voice mingled with the clashing of thunder he could hear outside and the low groaning and rumbling of the rocks around him.
Vangelis sent up a silent prayer.
If they had a rockslide or fall now... the results could be disastrous...
There was never a dull moment for Babis of Eliades. While the maids scurried here and there and the priests to their chambers to pray, the young boy found only excitement in the turmoil that ravaged the halls of his massive home in the City of Midas. From the blocked windows he saw scrambling ants, swarms of people racing to the docks. In their arms they carried various crates, led goats by ear and tail and rope, and dragged their screaming children behind them if their tiny legs couldn’t carry the pace of their guardians. The lightning was ominous in the sky and in the clouds one could sense death coming to wake the drunk and down in the gilded city that lined the mountains and the sea. The vast ocean view was easily seen from the towers where Babis had spent the entirety of his childhood, but now the ocean was turning into a massive wave. Its foam gaped wipe like a hungry lion pushing its way towards the shore. There wasn’t a single bird fluttering in the darkened sky. They had all found refuge hours before the slightest sign of a storm could be seen from the shore. They felt death miles away and if Babis could only speak their language he would have sensed only fear.
However Babis wasn’t one to fret over the looming threats of Mother Nature. His blue eyes twinkled against the froth of the ocean as it plunged its way fiercely, inching closer and closer to the shore. It looked so far away but the distance of the waves would only allow for the ride to roll itself harder and faster into the bustling city. The wave rolled like a silk carpet and Babis could only see himself riding along the waves as a warrior of Poseidon on the back of a finned horse with a mermaid’s tail. His childish imagery could see nothing but a valiant battle as an army follow close behind him as if he were storming onto the unknown lands for the better of his House. He would be the first Gladiator of the Sea. Babis of Eliades. Gladiator of the Sea of Midas. Behind him Boreas, God of Wind, would help him flow into battle and sweep the remainder of his enemies to bow before House Eliades.
However this was not some daydream of a war. The Gods were not with Babis. Babis was not a Gladiator and certainly not yet a man. The sea was angry and its wrath aimed hungrily for the Kirakles islands. Within the hour the shore would be splashed with pounds of frothy waters that had traveled days to reach the unsuspecting filth of the lower class that lived closer to the shore. Babis was luckier than he believed to live in such luxury. His House lived high in the city of Midas and far away from the wrath of Boreas. The boy couldn’t help himself. The excitement flooding the streets of his city brought energy into his veins. He could feel the rushing waves calling to him.
But where was Aras? Where was his partner in crime, his other half? There wasn’t time. If Babis was to see the waves as their mighty strength crashed he would have to sneak away at this very moment. The ruckus of nuns and slave girls screeching around the marbled floors would provide him enough cover to slip away. His mother and father were elsewhere, likely aiding with evacuation orders and other such nonsense such as procuring the goods from the ships that managed to escape the crushing waters. They may have landed on the shores of Kirakles safely but their hulls would soon feed the deep.
Babis used the divine chaos to slip out of large estate. If anyone had indeed seen him, they were far too busy obeying their own orders to tend to the small lord. In addition to that, Babis had a way with slipping between the cracks. He was as sly as he was mischievous and exiting the grounds without being seen was as innate to him as suckling on his mother’s breast had been as an infant. He knew a safer route behind the gardens and a small path that led down to the lower sections of the city. Babis often saw servant girls sneaking through to visit the lonely rooms of guards at night, their skirts often soiled as they returned to their homes below in a rush. The coin slinging around in their pocket made it obvious of their adultery but that wasn’t any of his concern or care.
After exiting the grounds it was a straight shot to the docks. Babis was easily recognized and faces turned despite their rush to higher grounds. Seeing a royal flopping through the streets unfazed was a cause for cocked heads and dropped jaws. The boy didn’t care though. Their reactions only colors his face with amusement as he giggled excitedly, brushing his hands along the scratchy walls that were occasionally draped with overgrown ivy.
He could hear the shouts of burly men yelling through the claps of thunder and buckets of rain that poured down on the salted rocks. Articles of clothing flew through the air in every direction and scattered about were clips that had once hung them to their lines. Broken branches and wind plucked fruit littered the cobblestone with their bright mixture of colors. Babis dodged them with fumbling feet until the docks were in clear of his blue eyes. Dozens of drenched men unloaded the last boat. The thunder was becoming louder and the rain now refused to choose a single direction to mind. The large, heavy drops fell flat, crossing their paths like the scurrying maids back at the estate on higher ground.
The green and white ocean was raised higher and Babis climbed a rock towards the edge of the docks. His eager eyes looked out at the ocean, his brown hair now sitting flat down on his head and shagging into his face and eyelashes. At the top of his lungs the boy yelled, challenging the ocean to fight alongside him as he had imagined in his day dreams. “Wooooohooo---ahhh” A strong gust of wind knocked against him and the wet of the rock forced the grip of his feet to lose hold. Babis tumbled down the waters claiming him. The water rushed at him from all sides and the force of the waves pinned him on the rock where he once stood.
The water held him under for a solid time and the force knocked his breath from his chest. He could feel himself being dragged away as the water receded and from above the water one could see a bubbled, childish arm grabbing hold of the wood of the docks. Babis’s brown hair barely held above the ravaging waves and his lips curled upward in an attempt to grasp air before the water took him under once again. “Help!” Again the waters claimed him but his scraggly arm managed to hold tight to the wood. “Someone help!”
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There was never a dull moment for Babis of Eliades. While the maids scurried here and there and the priests to their chambers to pray, the young boy found only excitement in the turmoil that ravaged the halls of his massive home in the City of Midas. From the blocked windows he saw scrambling ants, swarms of people racing to the docks. In their arms they carried various crates, led goats by ear and tail and rope, and dragged their screaming children behind them if their tiny legs couldn’t carry the pace of their guardians. The lightning was ominous in the sky and in the clouds one could sense death coming to wake the drunk and down in the gilded city that lined the mountains and the sea. The vast ocean view was easily seen from the towers where Babis had spent the entirety of his childhood, but now the ocean was turning into a massive wave. Its foam gaped wipe like a hungry lion pushing its way towards the shore. There wasn’t a single bird fluttering in the darkened sky. They had all found refuge hours before the slightest sign of a storm could be seen from the shore. They felt death miles away and if Babis could only speak their language he would have sensed only fear.
However Babis wasn’t one to fret over the looming threats of Mother Nature. His blue eyes twinkled against the froth of the ocean as it plunged its way fiercely, inching closer and closer to the shore. It looked so far away but the distance of the waves would only allow for the ride to roll itself harder and faster into the bustling city. The wave rolled like a silk carpet and Babis could only see himself riding along the waves as a warrior of Poseidon on the back of a finned horse with a mermaid’s tail. His childish imagery could see nothing but a valiant battle as an army follow close behind him as if he were storming onto the unknown lands for the better of his House. He would be the first Gladiator of the Sea. Babis of Eliades. Gladiator of the Sea of Midas. Behind him Boreas, God of Wind, would help him flow into battle and sweep the remainder of his enemies to bow before House Eliades.
However this was not some daydream of a war. The Gods were not with Babis. Babis was not a Gladiator and certainly not yet a man. The sea was angry and its wrath aimed hungrily for the Kirakles islands. Within the hour the shore would be splashed with pounds of frothy waters that had traveled days to reach the unsuspecting filth of the lower class that lived closer to the shore. Babis was luckier than he believed to live in such luxury. His House lived high in the city of Midas and far away from the wrath of Boreas. The boy couldn’t help himself. The excitement flooding the streets of his city brought energy into his veins. He could feel the rushing waves calling to him.
But where was Aras? Where was his partner in crime, his other half? There wasn’t time. If Babis was to see the waves as their mighty strength crashed he would have to sneak away at this very moment. The ruckus of nuns and slave girls screeching around the marbled floors would provide him enough cover to slip away. His mother and father were elsewhere, likely aiding with evacuation orders and other such nonsense such as procuring the goods from the ships that managed to escape the crushing waters. They may have landed on the shores of Kirakles safely but their hulls would soon feed the deep.
Babis used the divine chaos to slip out of large estate. If anyone had indeed seen him, they were far too busy obeying their own orders to tend to the small lord. In addition to that, Babis had a way with slipping between the cracks. He was as sly as he was mischievous and exiting the grounds without being seen was as innate to him as suckling on his mother’s breast had been as an infant. He knew a safer route behind the gardens and a small path that led down to the lower sections of the city. Babis often saw servant girls sneaking through to visit the lonely rooms of guards at night, their skirts often soiled as they returned to their homes below in a rush. The coin slinging around in their pocket made it obvious of their adultery but that wasn’t any of his concern or care.
After exiting the grounds it was a straight shot to the docks. Babis was easily recognized and faces turned despite their rush to higher grounds. Seeing a royal flopping through the streets unfazed was a cause for cocked heads and dropped jaws. The boy didn’t care though. Their reactions only colors his face with amusement as he giggled excitedly, brushing his hands along the scratchy walls that were occasionally draped with overgrown ivy.
He could hear the shouts of burly men yelling through the claps of thunder and buckets of rain that poured down on the salted rocks. Articles of clothing flew through the air in every direction and scattered about were clips that had once hung them to their lines. Broken branches and wind plucked fruit littered the cobblestone with their bright mixture of colors. Babis dodged them with fumbling feet until the docks were in clear of his blue eyes. Dozens of drenched men unloaded the last boat. The thunder was becoming louder and the rain now refused to choose a single direction to mind. The large, heavy drops fell flat, crossing their paths like the scurrying maids back at the estate on higher ground.
The green and white ocean was raised higher and Babis climbed a rock towards the edge of the docks. His eager eyes looked out at the ocean, his brown hair now sitting flat down on his head and shagging into his face and eyelashes. At the top of his lungs the boy yelled, challenging the ocean to fight alongside him as he had imagined in his day dreams. “Wooooohooo---ahhh” A strong gust of wind knocked against him and the wet of the rock forced the grip of his feet to lose hold. Babis tumbled down the waters claiming him. The water rushed at him from all sides and the force of the waves pinned him on the rock where he once stood.
The water held him under for a solid time and the force knocked his breath from his chest. He could feel himself being dragged away as the water receded and from above the water one could see a bubbled, childish arm grabbing hold of the wood of the docks. Babis’s brown hair barely held above the ravaging waves and his lips curled upward in an attempt to grasp air before the water took him under once again. “Help!” Again the waters claimed him but his scraggly arm managed to hold tight to the wood. “Someone help!”
There was never a dull moment for Babis of Eliades. While the maids scurried here and there and the priests to their chambers to pray, the young boy found only excitement in the turmoil that ravaged the halls of his massive home in the City of Midas. From the blocked windows he saw scrambling ants, swarms of people racing to the docks. In their arms they carried various crates, led goats by ear and tail and rope, and dragged their screaming children behind them if their tiny legs couldn’t carry the pace of their guardians. The lightning was ominous in the sky and in the clouds one could sense death coming to wake the drunk and down in the gilded city that lined the mountains and the sea. The vast ocean view was easily seen from the towers where Babis had spent the entirety of his childhood, but now the ocean was turning into a massive wave. Its foam gaped wipe like a hungry lion pushing its way towards the shore. There wasn’t a single bird fluttering in the darkened sky. They had all found refuge hours before the slightest sign of a storm could be seen from the shore. They felt death miles away and if Babis could only speak their language he would have sensed only fear.
However Babis wasn’t one to fret over the looming threats of Mother Nature. His blue eyes twinkled against the froth of the ocean as it plunged its way fiercely, inching closer and closer to the shore. It looked so far away but the distance of the waves would only allow for the ride to roll itself harder and faster into the bustling city. The wave rolled like a silk carpet and Babis could only see himself riding along the waves as a warrior of Poseidon on the back of a finned horse with a mermaid’s tail. His childish imagery could see nothing but a valiant battle as an army follow close behind him as if he were storming onto the unknown lands for the better of his House. He would be the first Gladiator of the Sea. Babis of Eliades. Gladiator of the Sea of Midas. Behind him Boreas, God of Wind, would help him flow into battle and sweep the remainder of his enemies to bow before House Eliades.
However this was not some daydream of a war. The Gods were not with Babis. Babis was not a Gladiator and certainly not yet a man. The sea was angry and its wrath aimed hungrily for the Kirakles islands. Within the hour the shore would be splashed with pounds of frothy waters that had traveled days to reach the unsuspecting filth of the lower class that lived closer to the shore. Babis was luckier than he believed to live in such luxury. His House lived high in the city of Midas and far away from the wrath of Boreas. The boy couldn’t help himself. The excitement flooding the streets of his city brought energy into his veins. He could feel the rushing waves calling to him.
But where was Aras? Where was his partner in crime, his other half? There wasn’t time. If Babis was to see the waves as their mighty strength crashed he would have to sneak away at this very moment. The ruckus of nuns and slave girls screeching around the marbled floors would provide him enough cover to slip away. His mother and father were elsewhere, likely aiding with evacuation orders and other such nonsense such as procuring the goods from the ships that managed to escape the crushing waters. They may have landed on the shores of Kirakles safely but their hulls would soon feed the deep.
Babis used the divine chaos to slip out of large estate. If anyone had indeed seen him, they were far too busy obeying their own orders to tend to the small lord. In addition to that, Babis had a way with slipping between the cracks. He was as sly as he was mischievous and exiting the grounds without being seen was as innate to him as suckling on his mother’s breast had been as an infant. He knew a safer route behind the gardens and a small path that led down to the lower sections of the city. Babis often saw servant girls sneaking through to visit the lonely rooms of guards at night, their skirts often soiled as they returned to their homes below in a rush. The coin slinging around in their pocket made it obvious of their adultery but that wasn’t any of his concern or care.
After exiting the grounds it was a straight shot to the docks. Babis was easily recognized and faces turned despite their rush to higher grounds. Seeing a royal flopping through the streets unfazed was a cause for cocked heads and dropped jaws. The boy didn’t care though. Their reactions only colors his face with amusement as he giggled excitedly, brushing his hands along the scratchy walls that were occasionally draped with overgrown ivy.
He could hear the shouts of burly men yelling through the claps of thunder and buckets of rain that poured down on the salted rocks. Articles of clothing flew through the air in every direction and scattered about were clips that had once hung them to their lines. Broken branches and wind plucked fruit littered the cobblestone with their bright mixture of colors. Babis dodged them with fumbling feet until the docks were in clear of his blue eyes. Dozens of drenched men unloaded the last boat. The thunder was becoming louder and the rain now refused to choose a single direction to mind. The large, heavy drops fell flat, crossing their paths like the scurrying maids back at the estate on higher ground.
The green and white ocean was raised higher and Babis climbed a rock towards the edge of the docks. His eager eyes looked out at the ocean, his brown hair now sitting flat down on his head and shagging into his face and eyelashes. At the top of his lungs the boy yelled, challenging the ocean to fight alongside him as he had imagined in his day dreams. “Wooooohooo---ahhh” A strong gust of wind knocked against him and the wet of the rock forced the grip of his feet to lose hold. Babis tumbled down the waters claiming him. The water rushed at him from all sides and the force of the waves pinned him on the rock where he once stood.
The water held him under for a solid time and the force knocked his breath from his chest. He could feel himself being dragged away as the water receded and from above the water one could see a bubbled, childish arm grabbing hold of the wood of the docks. Babis’s brown hair barely held above the ravaging waves and his lips curled upward in an attempt to grasp air before the water took him under once again. “Help!” Again the waters claimed him but his scraggly arm managed to hold tight to the wood. “Someone help!”
Nike had been antsy ever since the stormclouds had started stirring. Despite knowing her duty as commander and personal bodyguard to the crown prince, she couldn't help her attention wandering as their ship sailed into increasingly dangerous waters. The moment the ship had set sail, Nike's tasks as bodyguard has been loosened, and instead she had returned to her duties as commander ensuring her men ran the ship like clockwork. On the enclosed ship, all of the men were ones she recognized by face if not name, and while she always kept an eye out for Vangelis and his safety, she trusted him to stay out of trouble's way while they sailed towads Colchis.
What had started as a speedy return home however, soon turned treacherous as the dark clouds above them chased them along their route, and the waters soon turned vengeful and turbulent instead of the calm and steady course they had set earlier.
The first sight of Midas they caught did not come fast enough for Nike, as she gritted her teeth and yanked at the strings pulling the sails tighter. She didn't need to hear Vangelis's orders to understand them, but that didn't mean the actions were any easier to carry out in the situation they were in. Finding it harder and harder to catch her balance as she got tasks done on deck, the rain that began to pelt down did not help her case much. Nike had never been one that enjoyed the rain. Not because she disliked it, but because the rain would equate to her clothes sticking to her, and made it that much more obvious the disparity between the shape of her body and the rest of her comrades- and that was something she didn't need.
She had taken to ensuring her armor was always on, but that didn't mean it was easy.
Upon reaching the docks of Midas, Nike wasted no time in further tightening the sails, knowing even before her general commanded that the ships came before the goods. The goods were replaceable, the ships were not.
Ensuring her men knew what to do, Nike was about to run after the crown prince to ensure he didn't get himself in any trouble, when the loud crash and bright lighting illuminating the darkened docks somehow made her attention divert, just in time to spy a young boy with an impish look running. The moment he yelled and started charging, Nike's eyes had widened, and with one last look to ensure Vangelis was nowhere in harm's way, she started sprinting towards the edges of the rocks, her tunic and hair plastered to her face as she did so.
Just as she could get to him, he was knocked off his feet, much to her horror. She skidded to a sop right at the edge of the rock formation, watching as he grabbed the edge of the docks. The water was unrelentless, now a foe more then a friend, and if she didn't do something soon, he would definitely get washed away.
Looking wildly around, Nike quickly grabbed a nearby rope, tying it around her waist and the other around a heavy pike on the edge of the dock, in case another strong gust of wind knocked her off. If she lost her balance to, there was no way anyone could come for them.
Once that was secured, Nike hurried down the last few feet of the docks, and then fell to her knees, reaching out to the young boy who had his arm around the splintering piece of wood from the docks. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she could feel the salty tang of the water hitting her face, the sea just inches away, capable of tearing anyone away with a stronger grip. "Hold tight." she gritted out, and with a yank, used her body weight to fall back, hoping that the boy maintained his grip so she could've pulled him out of the treacherous waters.
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Nike had been antsy ever since the stormclouds had started stirring. Despite knowing her duty as commander and personal bodyguard to the crown prince, she couldn't help her attention wandering as their ship sailed into increasingly dangerous waters. The moment the ship had set sail, Nike's tasks as bodyguard has been loosened, and instead she had returned to her duties as commander ensuring her men ran the ship like clockwork. On the enclosed ship, all of the men were ones she recognized by face if not name, and while she always kept an eye out for Vangelis and his safety, she trusted him to stay out of trouble's way while they sailed towads Colchis.
What had started as a speedy return home however, soon turned treacherous as the dark clouds above them chased them along their route, and the waters soon turned vengeful and turbulent instead of the calm and steady course they had set earlier.
The first sight of Midas they caught did not come fast enough for Nike, as she gritted her teeth and yanked at the strings pulling the sails tighter. She didn't need to hear Vangelis's orders to understand them, but that didn't mean the actions were any easier to carry out in the situation they were in. Finding it harder and harder to catch her balance as she got tasks done on deck, the rain that began to pelt down did not help her case much. Nike had never been one that enjoyed the rain. Not because she disliked it, but because the rain would equate to her clothes sticking to her, and made it that much more obvious the disparity between the shape of her body and the rest of her comrades- and that was something she didn't need.
She had taken to ensuring her armor was always on, but that didn't mean it was easy.
Upon reaching the docks of Midas, Nike wasted no time in further tightening the sails, knowing even before her general commanded that the ships came before the goods. The goods were replaceable, the ships were not.
Ensuring her men knew what to do, Nike was about to run after the crown prince to ensure he didn't get himself in any trouble, when the loud crash and bright lighting illuminating the darkened docks somehow made her attention divert, just in time to spy a young boy with an impish look running. The moment he yelled and started charging, Nike's eyes had widened, and with one last look to ensure Vangelis was nowhere in harm's way, she started sprinting towards the edges of the rocks, her tunic and hair plastered to her face as she did so.
Just as she could get to him, he was knocked off his feet, much to her horror. She skidded to a sop right at the edge of the rock formation, watching as he grabbed the edge of the docks. The water was unrelentless, now a foe more then a friend, and if she didn't do something soon, he would definitely get washed away.
Looking wildly around, Nike quickly grabbed a nearby rope, tying it around her waist and the other around a heavy pike on the edge of the dock, in case another strong gust of wind knocked her off. If she lost her balance to, there was no way anyone could come for them.
Once that was secured, Nike hurried down the last few feet of the docks, and then fell to her knees, reaching out to the young boy who had his arm around the splintering piece of wood from the docks. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she could feel the salty tang of the water hitting her face, the sea just inches away, capable of tearing anyone away with a stronger grip. "Hold tight." she gritted out, and with a yank, used her body weight to fall back, hoping that the boy maintained his grip so she could've pulled him out of the treacherous waters.
Nike had been antsy ever since the stormclouds had started stirring. Despite knowing her duty as commander and personal bodyguard to the crown prince, she couldn't help her attention wandering as their ship sailed into increasingly dangerous waters. The moment the ship had set sail, Nike's tasks as bodyguard has been loosened, and instead she had returned to her duties as commander ensuring her men ran the ship like clockwork. On the enclosed ship, all of the men were ones she recognized by face if not name, and while she always kept an eye out for Vangelis and his safety, she trusted him to stay out of trouble's way while they sailed towads Colchis.
What had started as a speedy return home however, soon turned treacherous as the dark clouds above them chased them along their route, and the waters soon turned vengeful and turbulent instead of the calm and steady course they had set earlier.
The first sight of Midas they caught did not come fast enough for Nike, as she gritted her teeth and yanked at the strings pulling the sails tighter. She didn't need to hear Vangelis's orders to understand them, but that didn't mean the actions were any easier to carry out in the situation they were in. Finding it harder and harder to catch her balance as she got tasks done on deck, the rain that began to pelt down did not help her case much. Nike had never been one that enjoyed the rain. Not because she disliked it, but because the rain would equate to her clothes sticking to her, and made it that much more obvious the disparity between the shape of her body and the rest of her comrades- and that was something she didn't need.
She had taken to ensuring her armor was always on, but that didn't mean it was easy.
Upon reaching the docks of Midas, Nike wasted no time in further tightening the sails, knowing even before her general commanded that the ships came before the goods. The goods were replaceable, the ships were not.
Ensuring her men knew what to do, Nike was about to run after the crown prince to ensure he didn't get himself in any trouble, when the loud crash and bright lighting illuminating the darkened docks somehow made her attention divert, just in time to spy a young boy with an impish look running. The moment he yelled and started charging, Nike's eyes had widened, and with one last look to ensure Vangelis was nowhere in harm's way, she started sprinting towards the edges of the rocks, her tunic and hair plastered to her face as she did so.
Just as she could get to him, he was knocked off his feet, much to her horror. She skidded to a sop right at the edge of the rock formation, watching as he grabbed the edge of the docks. The water was unrelentless, now a foe more then a friend, and if she didn't do something soon, he would definitely get washed away.
Looking wildly around, Nike quickly grabbed a nearby rope, tying it around her waist and the other around a heavy pike on the edge of the dock, in case another strong gust of wind knocked her off. If she lost her balance to, there was no way anyone could come for them.
Once that was secured, Nike hurried down the last few feet of the docks, and then fell to her knees, reaching out to the young boy who had his arm around the splintering piece of wood from the docks. Wrapping an arm around his waist, she could feel the salty tang of the water hitting her face, the sea just inches away, capable of tearing anyone away with a stronger grip. "Hold tight." she gritted out, and with a yank, used her body weight to fall back, hoping that the boy maintained his grip so she could've pulled him out of the treacherous waters.
A face stared down at him from atop the wood of the docks. His grip was beginning to fail him and his head felt fuzzed with the lack of air he was able to receive from the rising tides against his small body. Babis could not afford to let his grip of the wood go. If he tried to grab the hand that reached out for him, surely he would be carried away into the deep waters. His blue eyes stung from the salt of the water and it rinsed the inside of his mouth as he tried to gasp for air. The idea of fighting alongside Poseidon was now the farthest things from his mind as the fear of the Gods now struck him.
The boy felt a strong hold of an arm grab him from around the waste. He felt the cool of steel armor against his flesh but the warmth of skin on the arm that grabbed him. The two variants of temperature played with his mind like ice and fire but he wanted only to grab hold of the warm and secure his safety. Bais held tight, slinging one arm over the neck of the soldier and the other across their chest. His face buried into their neck and a small whimper escaped him.
Babis often prided himself in being as brave as any soldier, but that did not ever take away from that fact that he was still a child. Death was something he feared just as any other person would but his ability to contain his emotions before Death were not yet something he had a control over. He felt himself being pulled onto the docks and the rain still poured down hard against his back as he clung to the warm body of the soldier.
The ocean water had been cold and ruthless and even though the steel armor was just as cold the soul beneath it was all Babis needed to instantly feel safer than he once had. The young boy refused to let go of the one who had saved his life, his head still buried in neck of his savior. The quivering lips of the young lord couldn’t manage even a word, but they formed the inaudible words of “Thank you…”
Being pulled from the waters did not change the dire circumstances around him. The thunder still roared angrily and the waters still continued to rise against the wood of the docks, snapping at his feet like angry dogs. Babis pulled himself closer, tightening his grip to somehow make him feel safer. Once they were away from the immediate danger, he loosened up slightly, his blue eyes peering up to the face of the one who had saved his life. His eye lashes clumped together as well as the light bangs on his forehead. It would be hard to tell if there were salty tears or if it was just the remnants of the ocean that had tried so hard to swallow him. His lips continued to quiver through a clenched jaw.
There was obvious relief on his face but Babis simply could not find the strength in the words. It had not mattered whether he was royalty or not. He knew this. This man had saved him for his life alone not his title.
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A face stared down at him from atop the wood of the docks. His grip was beginning to fail him and his head felt fuzzed with the lack of air he was able to receive from the rising tides against his small body. Babis could not afford to let his grip of the wood go. If he tried to grab the hand that reached out for him, surely he would be carried away into the deep waters. His blue eyes stung from the salt of the water and it rinsed the inside of his mouth as he tried to gasp for air. The idea of fighting alongside Poseidon was now the farthest things from his mind as the fear of the Gods now struck him.
The boy felt a strong hold of an arm grab him from around the waste. He felt the cool of steel armor against his flesh but the warmth of skin on the arm that grabbed him. The two variants of temperature played with his mind like ice and fire but he wanted only to grab hold of the warm and secure his safety. Bais held tight, slinging one arm over the neck of the soldier and the other across their chest. His face buried into their neck and a small whimper escaped him.
Babis often prided himself in being as brave as any soldier, but that did not ever take away from that fact that he was still a child. Death was something he feared just as any other person would but his ability to contain his emotions before Death were not yet something he had a control over. He felt himself being pulled onto the docks and the rain still poured down hard against his back as he clung to the warm body of the soldier.
The ocean water had been cold and ruthless and even though the steel armor was just as cold the soul beneath it was all Babis needed to instantly feel safer than he once had. The young boy refused to let go of the one who had saved his life, his head still buried in neck of his savior. The quivering lips of the young lord couldn’t manage even a word, but they formed the inaudible words of “Thank you…”
Being pulled from the waters did not change the dire circumstances around him. The thunder still roared angrily and the waters still continued to rise against the wood of the docks, snapping at his feet like angry dogs. Babis pulled himself closer, tightening his grip to somehow make him feel safer. Once they were away from the immediate danger, he loosened up slightly, his blue eyes peering up to the face of the one who had saved his life. His eye lashes clumped together as well as the light bangs on his forehead. It would be hard to tell if there were salty tears or if it was just the remnants of the ocean that had tried so hard to swallow him. His lips continued to quiver through a clenched jaw.
There was obvious relief on his face but Babis simply could not find the strength in the words. It had not mattered whether he was royalty or not. He knew this. This man had saved him for his life alone not his title.
A face stared down at him from atop the wood of the docks. His grip was beginning to fail him and his head felt fuzzed with the lack of air he was able to receive from the rising tides against his small body. Babis could not afford to let his grip of the wood go. If he tried to grab the hand that reached out for him, surely he would be carried away into the deep waters. His blue eyes stung from the salt of the water and it rinsed the inside of his mouth as he tried to gasp for air. The idea of fighting alongside Poseidon was now the farthest things from his mind as the fear of the Gods now struck him.
The boy felt a strong hold of an arm grab him from around the waste. He felt the cool of steel armor against his flesh but the warmth of skin on the arm that grabbed him. The two variants of temperature played with his mind like ice and fire but he wanted only to grab hold of the warm and secure his safety. Bais held tight, slinging one arm over the neck of the soldier and the other across their chest. His face buried into their neck and a small whimper escaped him.
Babis often prided himself in being as brave as any soldier, but that did not ever take away from that fact that he was still a child. Death was something he feared just as any other person would but his ability to contain his emotions before Death were not yet something he had a control over. He felt himself being pulled onto the docks and the rain still poured down hard against his back as he clung to the warm body of the soldier.
The ocean water had been cold and ruthless and even though the steel armor was just as cold the soul beneath it was all Babis needed to instantly feel safer than he once had. The young boy refused to let go of the one who had saved his life, his head still buried in neck of his savior. The quivering lips of the young lord couldn’t manage even a word, but they formed the inaudible words of “Thank you…”
Being pulled from the waters did not change the dire circumstances around him. The thunder still roared angrily and the waters still continued to rise against the wood of the docks, snapping at his feet like angry dogs. Babis pulled himself closer, tightening his grip to somehow make him feel safer. Once they were away from the immediate danger, he loosened up slightly, his blue eyes peering up to the face of the one who had saved his life. His eye lashes clumped together as well as the light bangs on his forehead. It would be hard to tell if there were salty tears or if it was just the remnants of the ocean that had tried so hard to swallow him. His lips continued to quiver through a clenched jaw.
There was obvious relief on his face but Babis simply could not find the strength in the words. It had not mattered whether he was royalty or not. He knew this. This man had saved him for his life alone not his title.
While prior the blonde had been able to hear the crowned prince’s calls, her fast steps had taken her out of earshot from them when he called to her rather than the group. The wind was no aid, carrying his cry in the opposite direction. Below her sandals, wet sand shifted about and slowly turned into harder dirt. The island acted as a barrier to some of the rains, for they fell in angled sheets. The land right before the the cave system’s opening was dry, and it allowed the woman to pick up the pace now that her feet were no longer sinking into the soaked earth below.
Torches often lit the entrance of the mines, and their flames remained partially kindled under the rocky ceiling of the caverns. Several had been taken by the group she was after, casting shadows of people the size of giants. Not allowing the fear in her heart to render her body useless, Euphemia took the only remaining fiery light to aid her travel. “Come back!” she cried out to the group, continuing her uncontrolled pace. Unlike the fire, Euphemia did not have an endless supply to burn. Instead, she was already growing tired, chest heaving. She spent her days running about, but it was frolicking in comparison to the heavy sprinting she was doing now.
Nearly immediately, she came to a fork in the system, three branches of similar darkness. The shadows she had followed before were entirely lost, swallowed whole by the pitch black state. The fear she had been suppressing shifted in her chest and took a tighter grip about her heart. Her body at last gave out, refusing to run any further. Heaving, the girl bent over and placed her hand on her knee, maintaining a careful distance with the dying fire in her other hand. The moisture in the cave had grown the farther she had trekked, slowly but surely prompting her fire to diminish. Euphemia knew that within a matter of minutes, she’d be cast into complete darkness.
Fear’s grasp tightened once more.
From behind, she heard a desperate call. She nearly thought it to be her own voice echoing back at her from a few moments prior when she had called out to the frantic group of fleers, but when she listened to the words the voice spoke, Euphemia realized it was someone calling for her. “I’m here!” she shouted back, taking a step towards the voice, towards the direction she had just traveled from. The group was too far gone; she would not be able to help them, especially not without a light, which she would lose if she traveled any further.
“I’m here-“ she called out again, cut off by a deep rumble. It was different from the thunder of the rains outside of the cavern, different from the loud booms and crashing. Instead, it was more guttural. Lifting her torch, Euphemia was able to catch a glimpse of the rocks above her head. The dark minerals and bits of earth shook. Her eyes went wide, and she looked to the way in which she had come, just barely able to see a figure dashing towards her.
“It’s going to collapse!” she shrieked, attempting to warn the person. And when she thought for a second longer, and when said person got close enough for her to see more than just their outline, Euphemia realized that she recognized who they were. Hard jaw, drenched curls, stiff upper lip; it was Vangelis.
“Lord Vangelis!” Her voice was harsh, lips parched despite the humidity around them. Her flame was dying, and her heart ached as all the horrible possibilities came falling down in her mind. “Vang, I-“ she tried to call out once more, formalities damned, but the deep rumble sounded off again, and within a singular moment, short enough for her to press her eyelashes together, they were swallowed up entirely by darkness.
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While prior the blonde had been able to hear the crowned prince’s calls, her fast steps had taken her out of earshot from them when he called to her rather than the group. The wind was no aid, carrying his cry in the opposite direction. Below her sandals, wet sand shifted about and slowly turned into harder dirt. The island acted as a barrier to some of the rains, for they fell in angled sheets. The land right before the the cave system’s opening was dry, and it allowed the woman to pick up the pace now that her feet were no longer sinking into the soaked earth below.
Torches often lit the entrance of the mines, and their flames remained partially kindled under the rocky ceiling of the caverns. Several had been taken by the group she was after, casting shadows of people the size of giants. Not allowing the fear in her heart to render her body useless, Euphemia took the only remaining fiery light to aid her travel. “Come back!” she cried out to the group, continuing her uncontrolled pace. Unlike the fire, Euphemia did not have an endless supply to burn. Instead, she was already growing tired, chest heaving. She spent her days running about, but it was frolicking in comparison to the heavy sprinting she was doing now.
Nearly immediately, she came to a fork in the system, three branches of similar darkness. The shadows she had followed before were entirely lost, swallowed whole by the pitch black state. The fear she had been suppressing shifted in her chest and took a tighter grip about her heart. Her body at last gave out, refusing to run any further. Heaving, the girl bent over and placed her hand on her knee, maintaining a careful distance with the dying fire in her other hand. The moisture in the cave had grown the farther she had trekked, slowly but surely prompting her fire to diminish. Euphemia knew that within a matter of minutes, she’d be cast into complete darkness.
Fear’s grasp tightened once more.
From behind, she heard a desperate call. She nearly thought it to be her own voice echoing back at her from a few moments prior when she had called out to the frantic group of fleers, but when she listened to the words the voice spoke, Euphemia realized it was someone calling for her. “I’m here!” she shouted back, taking a step towards the voice, towards the direction she had just traveled from. The group was too far gone; she would not be able to help them, especially not without a light, which she would lose if she traveled any further.
“I’m here-“ she called out again, cut off by a deep rumble. It was different from the thunder of the rains outside of the cavern, different from the loud booms and crashing. Instead, it was more guttural. Lifting her torch, Euphemia was able to catch a glimpse of the rocks above her head. The dark minerals and bits of earth shook. Her eyes went wide, and she looked to the way in which she had come, just barely able to see a figure dashing towards her.
“It’s going to collapse!” she shrieked, attempting to warn the person. And when she thought for a second longer, and when said person got close enough for her to see more than just their outline, Euphemia realized that she recognized who they were. Hard jaw, drenched curls, stiff upper lip; it was Vangelis.
“Lord Vangelis!” Her voice was harsh, lips parched despite the humidity around them. Her flame was dying, and her heart ached as all the horrible possibilities came falling down in her mind. “Vang, I-“ she tried to call out once more, formalities damned, but the deep rumble sounded off again, and within a singular moment, short enough for her to press her eyelashes together, they were swallowed up entirely by darkness.
While prior the blonde had been able to hear the crowned prince’s calls, her fast steps had taken her out of earshot from them when he called to her rather than the group. The wind was no aid, carrying his cry in the opposite direction. Below her sandals, wet sand shifted about and slowly turned into harder dirt. The island acted as a barrier to some of the rains, for they fell in angled sheets. The land right before the the cave system’s opening was dry, and it allowed the woman to pick up the pace now that her feet were no longer sinking into the soaked earth below.
Torches often lit the entrance of the mines, and their flames remained partially kindled under the rocky ceiling of the caverns. Several had been taken by the group she was after, casting shadows of people the size of giants. Not allowing the fear in her heart to render her body useless, Euphemia took the only remaining fiery light to aid her travel. “Come back!” she cried out to the group, continuing her uncontrolled pace. Unlike the fire, Euphemia did not have an endless supply to burn. Instead, she was already growing tired, chest heaving. She spent her days running about, but it was frolicking in comparison to the heavy sprinting she was doing now.
Nearly immediately, she came to a fork in the system, three branches of similar darkness. The shadows she had followed before were entirely lost, swallowed whole by the pitch black state. The fear she had been suppressing shifted in her chest and took a tighter grip about her heart. Her body at last gave out, refusing to run any further. Heaving, the girl bent over and placed her hand on her knee, maintaining a careful distance with the dying fire in her other hand. The moisture in the cave had grown the farther she had trekked, slowly but surely prompting her fire to diminish. Euphemia knew that within a matter of minutes, she’d be cast into complete darkness.
Fear’s grasp tightened once more.
From behind, she heard a desperate call. She nearly thought it to be her own voice echoing back at her from a few moments prior when she had called out to the frantic group of fleers, but when she listened to the words the voice spoke, Euphemia realized it was someone calling for her. “I’m here!” she shouted back, taking a step towards the voice, towards the direction she had just traveled from. The group was too far gone; she would not be able to help them, especially not without a light, which she would lose if she traveled any further.
“I’m here-“ she called out again, cut off by a deep rumble. It was different from the thunder of the rains outside of the cavern, different from the loud booms and crashing. Instead, it was more guttural. Lifting her torch, Euphemia was able to catch a glimpse of the rocks above her head. The dark minerals and bits of earth shook. Her eyes went wide, and she looked to the way in which she had come, just barely able to see a figure dashing towards her.
“It’s going to collapse!” she shrieked, attempting to warn the person. And when she thought for a second longer, and when said person got close enough for her to see more than just their outline, Euphemia realized that she recognized who they were. Hard jaw, drenched curls, stiff upper lip; it was Vangelis.
“Lord Vangelis!” Her voice was harsh, lips parched despite the humidity around them. Her flame was dying, and her heart ached as all the horrible possibilities came falling down in her mind. “Vang, I-“ she tried to call out once more, formalities damned, but the deep rumble sounded off again, and within a singular moment, short enough for her to press her eyelashes together, they were swallowed up entirely by darkness.
Nike tightened her grip as the waves tried to sink their claws, claiming posession of the boy. Young as he was though, he was a fighter, that much Nike could tell despite the torrential rain that relentlessly pelted down on them. She tightened her grip around her waist, before expanding her energy to yank him out of the water, before she fell backwards, heaving heavily but successful with her prize in her arms.
For the briefest of seconds, Nike couldn't move despite the rain falling, the presence of Zeus making itself clear across the skies. She felt the young child sling his arm over her shoulder, burying his face in her neck with a whimper, and she scrambled up, thankful that he was at least out of the sea, but cautious of the fact that he was definitely not out of danger's way yet. Not with the way the weather was looking.
Nike heard the whispered thank you, but felt more then saw the tightening of the boy's grip. Looks like he's not about to go anywhere. her thoughts muttered to herself, as she scrambled up, with only one aim in her mind: to get this boy to safety, at least. Then she could come back and help out more.
But all of that pre-planned ideas were dashed the moment she spun on her heel to head off the dock, and almost immediately, a low rumble was heard, and the next thing she knew, the cave Nike had last seen Vangelis disappear into shook as if a thousand men ran from within. The low groan of the earth shifting beneath was barely heard over the whistle of the wind and the roar of Zeus's anger, but Nike saw it. And her face went lost its blood as she watched the entrance of the cave close with the falling rocks and debris.
Her first thought was Fuck. because she had one job that was most important upon their arrival back in Midas: ensure the safety of the crown prince. She was his bodyguard for a reason afterall, even if the job was technically supposed to protect him from assasin's and not nature's anger. However Vangelis was also more then just her general, the man had become one of her closest, or even best friends. For a lone girl alone in the infantry, with him being the only one privy to her deadliest secret, what had started off as training sessions from him to her to look less conspicuous about her gender, became sessions in where their friendship grew. He's saved her ass just as many times as she's saved his neck.
And it looks like I'm about to do it again. her mind muttered, as she looked at the boy that clung on to her, and made a split second decision. With her arms still wrapped around his waist (because obviously he wasn't about to let go), Nike hitched him up on her waist as best as she could so he wouldn't fall off with the impact, and then started sprinting towards the cave entrance, ready to dig till her hands bled if it meant getting the general out of there in one piece.
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Nike tightened her grip as the waves tried to sink their claws, claiming posession of the boy. Young as he was though, he was a fighter, that much Nike could tell despite the torrential rain that relentlessly pelted down on them. She tightened her grip around her waist, before expanding her energy to yank him out of the water, before she fell backwards, heaving heavily but successful with her prize in her arms.
For the briefest of seconds, Nike couldn't move despite the rain falling, the presence of Zeus making itself clear across the skies. She felt the young child sling his arm over her shoulder, burying his face in her neck with a whimper, and she scrambled up, thankful that he was at least out of the sea, but cautious of the fact that he was definitely not out of danger's way yet. Not with the way the weather was looking.
Nike heard the whispered thank you, but felt more then saw the tightening of the boy's grip. Looks like he's not about to go anywhere. her thoughts muttered to herself, as she scrambled up, with only one aim in her mind: to get this boy to safety, at least. Then she could come back and help out more.
But all of that pre-planned ideas were dashed the moment she spun on her heel to head off the dock, and almost immediately, a low rumble was heard, and the next thing she knew, the cave Nike had last seen Vangelis disappear into shook as if a thousand men ran from within. The low groan of the earth shifting beneath was barely heard over the whistle of the wind and the roar of Zeus's anger, but Nike saw it. And her face went lost its blood as she watched the entrance of the cave close with the falling rocks and debris.
Her first thought was Fuck. because she had one job that was most important upon their arrival back in Midas: ensure the safety of the crown prince. She was his bodyguard for a reason afterall, even if the job was technically supposed to protect him from assasin's and not nature's anger. However Vangelis was also more then just her general, the man had become one of her closest, or even best friends. For a lone girl alone in the infantry, with him being the only one privy to her deadliest secret, what had started off as training sessions from him to her to look less conspicuous about her gender, became sessions in where their friendship grew. He's saved her ass just as many times as she's saved his neck.
And it looks like I'm about to do it again. her mind muttered, as she looked at the boy that clung on to her, and made a split second decision. With her arms still wrapped around his waist (because obviously he wasn't about to let go), Nike hitched him up on her waist as best as she could so he wouldn't fall off with the impact, and then started sprinting towards the cave entrance, ready to dig till her hands bled if it meant getting the general out of there in one piece.
Nike tightened her grip as the waves tried to sink their claws, claiming posession of the boy. Young as he was though, he was a fighter, that much Nike could tell despite the torrential rain that relentlessly pelted down on them. She tightened her grip around her waist, before expanding her energy to yank him out of the water, before she fell backwards, heaving heavily but successful with her prize in her arms.
For the briefest of seconds, Nike couldn't move despite the rain falling, the presence of Zeus making itself clear across the skies. She felt the young child sling his arm over her shoulder, burying his face in her neck with a whimper, and she scrambled up, thankful that he was at least out of the sea, but cautious of the fact that he was definitely not out of danger's way yet. Not with the way the weather was looking.
Nike heard the whispered thank you, but felt more then saw the tightening of the boy's grip. Looks like he's not about to go anywhere. her thoughts muttered to herself, as she scrambled up, with only one aim in her mind: to get this boy to safety, at least. Then she could come back and help out more.
But all of that pre-planned ideas were dashed the moment she spun on her heel to head off the dock, and almost immediately, a low rumble was heard, and the next thing she knew, the cave Nike had last seen Vangelis disappear into shook as if a thousand men ran from within. The low groan of the earth shifting beneath was barely heard over the whistle of the wind and the roar of Zeus's anger, but Nike saw it. And her face went lost its blood as she watched the entrance of the cave close with the falling rocks and debris.
Her first thought was Fuck. because she had one job that was most important upon their arrival back in Midas: ensure the safety of the crown prince. She was his bodyguard for a reason afterall, even if the job was technically supposed to protect him from assasin's and not nature's anger. However Vangelis was also more then just her general, the man had become one of her closest, or even best friends. For a lone girl alone in the infantry, with him being the only one privy to her deadliest secret, what had started off as training sessions from him to her to look less conspicuous about her gender, became sessions in where their friendship grew. He's saved her ass just as many times as she's saved his neck.
And it looks like I'm about to do it again. her mind muttered, as she looked at the boy that clung on to her, and made a split second decision. With her arms still wrapped around his waist (because obviously he wasn't about to let go), Nike hitched him up on her waist as best as she could so he wouldn't fall off with the impact, and then started sprinting towards the cave entrance, ready to dig till her hands bled if it meant getting the general out of there in one piece.
Vangelis had run the entire course of the tunnel in the dark. Simply keeping his head as low as it had needed to be at the entrance and his fit lifted high with every step, he was confident in his blind sprint that he wouldn't trip to knock himself out on anything. That, and he simply didn't have the time to waste on a careful creep down the passage. He needed to get to Euphemia quickly - along with anyone else down here- if he was to have any chance of getting the lot of them out alive.
"Euphemia!" He called again, his voice a define-less noise and roar down the cavernous walls. He wasn't sure, even if he was heard that, by the time the sounds reached the girl, she would even recognise her own name, let alone the person shouting it.
Turning all his energy towards his legs and running still faster, Vangelis listened as his pounding footsteps started out hard and low in tone across the rocky floor, then became soft and high pitched with the slippery sounds of a wet surface and then gradually became all out splashes as the water level in the caves steadily rose.
And then he saw it - a small light just up ahead that was clearly a touch about to flicker out. By the time he had reached the source, the light was gone but at only a few metres out he recognised that face shape and that hair as his sister's best friend. The girl he had seen run into the caves like an idiot - the girl he was, at this moment, quite willing to throttle.
As she spotted him and spoke his name, the walls started seemed quiver around them and Vangelis felt his weight shift and his feet lose their steady base as the floor shook. It was a rock slide - one that six months down in the caves of Dolomesa had taught Vangelis to get the hell out of the way of.
"Move!" He shouted and, grabbing ahold of Euphemia in some manner - her arm maybe? He couldn't see - Vangelis sprinted towards where he had last seen a tunnel entrance. Because there was no way they were going back the way they came when the majority of the noise was rumbling from that direction.
Blind, stumbling and after hitting his shoulder into walls left, right and ahead, Vangelis managed to move the two of them, hauling Euphemia unceremoniously behind him as they reached one of the forked entrances.
There was another loud rumble, something fell over Vangelis' shoulder, something hit has head, his feet tripped over something. He managed to stay up right for another for moments but then one of them went down - whether it was him or Euphemia, Vangelis had no idea - and then they were falling...
The floor disappearing the tunnel took a sharp dive and Vangelis lost hold of the girl as he was bashed from wall to wall, up and down, let and right, as he rolled and fell down an almost vertical tunnel, rocks and dirt following him down.
And then something hit his knee, his arm, his face with equal and unyielding force and Vangelis immediately lost consciousness.
When he awake, Vangelis had no idea if it was mere moments or hours since he and Euphemia had fallen down that tunnel in the dark. All he knew was that he couldn't really see - just a sliver of light - and he was in a fair amount of pain. As he blinked and remembered what had happened - and therefore the significance of the light he could see - Vangelis did what years of battle had taught him to do and focused on survival over pain, blocking out what his brain was telling him regarding his own body and tuning in to his surroundings.
He was in a tunnel pocket. It was an offshoot one one of the main tunnels that were dug into the mountainside. It wasn't designed for humans to be in it, or digging through it, but for water to escape down it. When rain hit Midas, there had to be offshoots for the rain water to funnel out of, else all the miners would drown. This was one of those offshoots.
But, judging from the limited light, it wasn't very open to the sea - as it should have been. And Vangelis quickly realised that - like the tunnels above, they had been thrown from - this one had caved in. The rocks were blocking of the small entry that stood at roughly eye-height up to his left had left only the smallest of gaps where the light was shining through, creating a bean of dim sunshine that shot across the tunnel and hit the opposite wall. Vangelis could see the dust and dirt of the tunnel swirling in the light which told him the rocks had only recently fallen.
So... he couldn't have been out for more than a few moments, he realised.
The second piece of information that his brain was ready to tell him was that his arse was wet. And after reaching his left hand out to feel about himself, Vangelis realised that water was rapidly coming in through that small hole of light and streaming down the walls from the tunnels above. Which meant, if they didn't clear out the hole that had been blocked quickly, they would drown.
His fight reflex kicking in and his brain finally back up to speed, Vangelis immediately moved to get up. Pain, so intense he had never felt anything like it scorched through his brain and immediately knocked him out again.
A few moments later - for he didn't feel a great rise in the water level beneath his rear, Vangelis resurfaced into consciousness.
Okay... he thought. Take two...
This time, Vangelis looked about himself and moved cautiously squinting through the darkness to try and see the problem.
When his eyes finally adjusted to the dark and he could see the shadowy outline of his immediate surroundings Vangelis felt his heart sink and his stomach tighten.
On his first fall into the cavern, he had known that more of the tunnel above was falling down on them, following them in their descent into the darkness. What he hadn't realised was where it had landed.
Vangelis was pinned to the floor of the overflow tunnel, his right arm and leg entirely engulfed in rock. The slide had crushed him, with even a little protruding over the right side of his torso. With even the slightest twinge, blistering heat shot through his upper arm and shoulder and through his lower leg and ankle. The heat was pain incarnate and curled it's way to his stomach. The urge to vomit rose and his mouth filled with saliva. His head pounded, his vision tunnelled and his arm and leg now screamed with every, smallest shift of his weight. It hurt to even breathe.
Yeah, his brain was done with blocking all that out. It was time to hurt. And it was time to hurt a lot.
Spitting into the water beside him to clear the sickening taste in his mouth, Vangelis blinked against the lights that flickered across his vision and took two deep breaths to control the urge to retch against the pain. Instead, he cast his now sharpened gaze around the space he was in, determined to find Euphemia.
It was unlikely he was ever getting out of this alive he had surmised - there was no way his one hand and a young girl were going to clear the amount of rubble pinning him, and the rocks blocking their escape before the small cave filled with water. Or at least rose to only the two foot it needed to be above Vangelis' head.
But that didn't mean he couldn't be the only tragedy of the storm.
"Euphemia." He said, his voice strong and muffled in the dark. "Euphemia are you there."
He thought he saw movement in the corner of their little space, closer to their blocked exit and, as the movement inched closer towards him he spotted the rising back of someone shifting themselves onto all fours.
Oh, thank the Gods, the girl was alive.
"Euphemia, you okay?" He coughed in the dust laden air. "Euphemia, you need to shake it off. You alright?"
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Vangelis had run the entire course of the tunnel in the dark. Simply keeping his head as low as it had needed to be at the entrance and his fit lifted high with every step, he was confident in his blind sprint that he wouldn't trip to knock himself out on anything. That, and he simply didn't have the time to waste on a careful creep down the passage. He needed to get to Euphemia quickly - along with anyone else down here- if he was to have any chance of getting the lot of them out alive.
"Euphemia!" He called again, his voice a define-less noise and roar down the cavernous walls. He wasn't sure, even if he was heard that, by the time the sounds reached the girl, she would even recognise her own name, let alone the person shouting it.
Turning all his energy towards his legs and running still faster, Vangelis listened as his pounding footsteps started out hard and low in tone across the rocky floor, then became soft and high pitched with the slippery sounds of a wet surface and then gradually became all out splashes as the water level in the caves steadily rose.
And then he saw it - a small light just up ahead that was clearly a touch about to flicker out. By the time he had reached the source, the light was gone but at only a few metres out he recognised that face shape and that hair as his sister's best friend. The girl he had seen run into the caves like an idiot - the girl he was, at this moment, quite willing to throttle.
As she spotted him and spoke his name, the walls started seemed quiver around them and Vangelis felt his weight shift and his feet lose their steady base as the floor shook. It was a rock slide - one that six months down in the caves of Dolomesa had taught Vangelis to get the hell out of the way of.
"Move!" He shouted and, grabbing ahold of Euphemia in some manner - her arm maybe? He couldn't see - Vangelis sprinted towards where he had last seen a tunnel entrance. Because there was no way they were going back the way they came when the majority of the noise was rumbling from that direction.
Blind, stumbling and after hitting his shoulder into walls left, right and ahead, Vangelis managed to move the two of them, hauling Euphemia unceremoniously behind him as they reached one of the forked entrances.
There was another loud rumble, something fell over Vangelis' shoulder, something hit has head, his feet tripped over something. He managed to stay up right for another for moments but then one of them went down - whether it was him or Euphemia, Vangelis had no idea - and then they were falling...
The floor disappearing the tunnel took a sharp dive and Vangelis lost hold of the girl as he was bashed from wall to wall, up and down, let and right, as he rolled and fell down an almost vertical tunnel, rocks and dirt following him down.
And then something hit his knee, his arm, his face with equal and unyielding force and Vangelis immediately lost consciousness.
When he awake, Vangelis had no idea if it was mere moments or hours since he and Euphemia had fallen down that tunnel in the dark. All he knew was that he couldn't really see - just a sliver of light - and he was in a fair amount of pain. As he blinked and remembered what had happened - and therefore the significance of the light he could see - Vangelis did what years of battle had taught him to do and focused on survival over pain, blocking out what his brain was telling him regarding his own body and tuning in to his surroundings.
He was in a tunnel pocket. It was an offshoot one one of the main tunnels that were dug into the mountainside. It wasn't designed for humans to be in it, or digging through it, but for water to escape down it. When rain hit Midas, there had to be offshoots for the rain water to funnel out of, else all the miners would drown. This was one of those offshoots.
But, judging from the limited light, it wasn't very open to the sea - as it should have been. And Vangelis quickly realised that - like the tunnels above, they had been thrown from - this one had caved in. The rocks were blocking of the small entry that stood at roughly eye-height up to his left had left only the smallest of gaps where the light was shining through, creating a bean of dim sunshine that shot across the tunnel and hit the opposite wall. Vangelis could see the dust and dirt of the tunnel swirling in the light which told him the rocks had only recently fallen.
So... he couldn't have been out for more than a few moments, he realised.
The second piece of information that his brain was ready to tell him was that his arse was wet. And after reaching his left hand out to feel about himself, Vangelis realised that water was rapidly coming in through that small hole of light and streaming down the walls from the tunnels above. Which meant, if they didn't clear out the hole that had been blocked quickly, they would drown.
His fight reflex kicking in and his brain finally back up to speed, Vangelis immediately moved to get up. Pain, so intense he had never felt anything like it scorched through his brain and immediately knocked him out again.
A few moments later - for he didn't feel a great rise in the water level beneath his rear, Vangelis resurfaced into consciousness.
Okay... he thought. Take two...
This time, Vangelis looked about himself and moved cautiously squinting through the darkness to try and see the problem.
When his eyes finally adjusted to the dark and he could see the shadowy outline of his immediate surroundings Vangelis felt his heart sink and his stomach tighten.
On his first fall into the cavern, he had known that more of the tunnel above was falling down on them, following them in their descent into the darkness. What he hadn't realised was where it had landed.
Vangelis was pinned to the floor of the overflow tunnel, his right arm and leg entirely engulfed in rock. The slide had crushed him, with even a little protruding over the right side of his torso. With even the slightest twinge, blistering heat shot through his upper arm and shoulder and through his lower leg and ankle. The heat was pain incarnate and curled it's way to his stomach. The urge to vomit rose and his mouth filled with saliva. His head pounded, his vision tunnelled and his arm and leg now screamed with every, smallest shift of his weight. It hurt to even breathe.
Yeah, his brain was done with blocking all that out. It was time to hurt. And it was time to hurt a lot.
Spitting into the water beside him to clear the sickening taste in his mouth, Vangelis blinked against the lights that flickered across his vision and took two deep breaths to control the urge to retch against the pain. Instead, he cast his now sharpened gaze around the space he was in, determined to find Euphemia.
It was unlikely he was ever getting out of this alive he had surmised - there was no way his one hand and a young girl were going to clear the amount of rubble pinning him, and the rocks blocking their escape before the small cave filled with water. Or at least rose to only the two foot it needed to be above Vangelis' head.
But that didn't mean he couldn't be the only tragedy of the storm.
"Euphemia." He said, his voice strong and muffled in the dark. "Euphemia are you there."
He thought he saw movement in the corner of their little space, closer to their blocked exit and, as the movement inched closer towards him he spotted the rising back of someone shifting themselves onto all fours.
Oh, thank the Gods, the girl was alive.
"Euphemia, you okay?" He coughed in the dust laden air. "Euphemia, you need to shake it off. You alright?"
Vangelis had run the entire course of the tunnel in the dark. Simply keeping his head as low as it had needed to be at the entrance and his fit lifted high with every step, he was confident in his blind sprint that he wouldn't trip to knock himself out on anything. That, and he simply didn't have the time to waste on a careful creep down the passage. He needed to get to Euphemia quickly - along with anyone else down here- if he was to have any chance of getting the lot of them out alive.
"Euphemia!" He called again, his voice a define-less noise and roar down the cavernous walls. He wasn't sure, even if he was heard that, by the time the sounds reached the girl, she would even recognise her own name, let alone the person shouting it.
Turning all his energy towards his legs and running still faster, Vangelis listened as his pounding footsteps started out hard and low in tone across the rocky floor, then became soft and high pitched with the slippery sounds of a wet surface and then gradually became all out splashes as the water level in the caves steadily rose.
And then he saw it - a small light just up ahead that was clearly a touch about to flicker out. By the time he had reached the source, the light was gone but at only a few metres out he recognised that face shape and that hair as his sister's best friend. The girl he had seen run into the caves like an idiot - the girl he was, at this moment, quite willing to throttle.
As she spotted him and spoke his name, the walls started seemed quiver around them and Vangelis felt his weight shift and his feet lose their steady base as the floor shook. It was a rock slide - one that six months down in the caves of Dolomesa had taught Vangelis to get the hell out of the way of.
"Move!" He shouted and, grabbing ahold of Euphemia in some manner - her arm maybe? He couldn't see - Vangelis sprinted towards where he had last seen a tunnel entrance. Because there was no way they were going back the way they came when the majority of the noise was rumbling from that direction.
Blind, stumbling and after hitting his shoulder into walls left, right and ahead, Vangelis managed to move the two of them, hauling Euphemia unceremoniously behind him as they reached one of the forked entrances.
There was another loud rumble, something fell over Vangelis' shoulder, something hit has head, his feet tripped over something. He managed to stay up right for another for moments but then one of them went down - whether it was him or Euphemia, Vangelis had no idea - and then they were falling...
The floor disappearing the tunnel took a sharp dive and Vangelis lost hold of the girl as he was bashed from wall to wall, up and down, let and right, as he rolled and fell down an almost vertical tunnel, rocks and dirt following him down.
And then something hit his knee, his arm, his face with equal and unyielding force and Vangelis immediately lost consciousness.
When he awake, Vangelis had no idea if it was mere moments or hours since he and Euphemia had fallen down that tunnel in the dark. All he knew was that he couldn't really see - just a sliver of light - and he was in a fair amount of pain. As he blinked and remembered what had happened - and therefore the significance of the light he could see - Vangelis did what years of battle had taught him to do and focused on survival over pain, blocking out what his brain was telling him regarding his own body and tuning in to his surroundings.
He was in a tunnel pocket. It was an offshoot one one of the main tunnels that were dug into the mountainside. It wasn't designed for humans to be in it, or digging through it, but for water to escape down it. When rain hit Midas, there had to be offshoots for the rain water to funnel out of, else all the miners would drown. This was one of those offshoots.
But, judging from the limited light, it wasn't very open to the sea - as it should have been. And Vangelis quickly realised that - like the tunnels above, they had been thrown from - this one had caved in. The rocks were blocking of the small entry that stood at roughly eye-height up to his left had left only the smallest of gaps where the light was shining through, creating a bean of dim sunshine that shot across the tunnel and hit the opposite wall. Vangelis could see the dust and dirt of the tunnel swirling in the light which told him the rocks had only recently fallen.
So... he couldn't have been out for more than a few moments, he realised.
The second piece of information that his brain was ready to tell him was that his arse was wet. And after reaching his left hand out to feel about himself, Vangelis realised that water was rapidly coming in through that small hole of light and streaming down the walls from the tunnels above. Which meant, if they didn't clear out the hole that had been blocked quickly, they would drown.
His fight reflex kicking in and his brain finally back up to speed, Vangelis immediately moved to get up. Pain, so intense he had never felt anything like it scorched through his brain and immediately knocked him out again.
A few moments later - for he didn't feel a great rise in the water level beneath his rear, Vangelis resurfaced into consciousness.
Okay... he thought. Take two...
This time, Vangelis looked about himself and moved cautiously squinting through the darkness to try and see the problem.
When his eyes finally adjusted to the dark and he could see the shadowy outline of his immediate surroundings Vangelis felt his heart sink and his stomach tighten.
On his first fall into the cavern, he had known that more of the tunnel above was falling down on them, following them in their descent into the darkness. What he hadn't realised was where it had landed.
Vangelis was pinned to the floor of the overflow tunnel, his right arm and leg entirely engulfed in rock. The slide had crushed him, with even a little protruding over the right side of his torso. With even the slightest twinge, blistering heat shot through his upper arm and shoulder and through his lower leg and ankle. The heat was pain incarnate and curled it's way to his stomach. The urge to vomit rose and his mouth filled with saliva. His head pounded, his vision tunnelled and his arm and leg now screamed with every, smallest shift of his weight. It hurt to even breathe.
Yeah, his brain was done with blocking all that out. It was time to hurt. And it was time to hurt a lot.
Spitting into the water beside him to clear the sickening taste in his mouth, Vangelis blinked against the lights that flickered across his vision and took two deep breaths to control the urge to retch against the pain. Instead, he cast his now sharpened gaze around the space he was in, determined to find Euphemia.
It was unlikely he was ever getting out of this alive he had surmised - there was no way his one hand and a young girl were going to clear the amount of rubble pinning him, and the rocks blocking their escape before the small cave filled with water. Or at least rose to only the two foot it needed to be above Vangelis' head.
But that didn't mean he couldn't be the only tragedy of the storm.
"Euphemia." He said, his voice strong and muffled in the dark. "Euphemia are you there."
He thought he saw movement in the corner of their little space, closer to their blocked exit and, as the movement inched closer towards him he spotted the rising back of someone shifting themselves onto all fours.
Oh, thank the Gods, the girl was alive.
"Euphemia, you okay?" He coughed in the dust laden air. "Euphemia, you need to shake it off. You alright?"
Darkness was a powerful force, especially as it was lacking. The absence of light was the thing to strike fear into the hearts of children and men alike. It was prone to cause even the strongest of heart to lose their sanity when exposed too long to it. It was a common fear among peoples, be them young or old, strong or weak. As the light was ripped away, blocked off by rocks, she felt her throat’s passageways tighten. The feeling of impending doom left her unable to move- But not for long. A shout echoed out, and a sturdy hand gripped tight to pull her along. Stumbling, she attempted to gather her balance and match his pace simultaneously. It was a rather difficult feat, especially with the damp, slippery surface below her sandaled feet.
Even though she could not see, the girl could tell they were moving more into the cave rather than back out of it. She did not know why, and there was little time to question. Her torch had been extinguished, both from the dampness of the cavern and the wind generated from the falling rocks. Abandoning the smothered stick, she utilized her freed hand to feel along the wall, its rough surface scraping the palms and soft pads of her fingers. Even if she was a servant, Euphemia had lived quite the life of luxury as the princess’ handmaid.
The space between them and the rocky walls of the cave system began to decrease as they progressed, hair on her arms and neck standing on edge as her senses picked up on such a fact. Their surroundings were doing just that: surrounding them. Once more her throat began to tighten. She did not do well with small spaces; she never had. Always running and bouncing as a child, finding mischief as a teen, and frolicking around as an adult who refused to grow up, the blonde was not used to being unable to move as she wished.
She had little time to continue fearing the small space, however, as once more a loud rumble gave way. The close ceiling relinquished rocks upon the pair, one striking her foot, and another his head. “Vangelis!” she cried out, both in pain and concern for the man in front of her. He continued to lead the way, only it was no longer forward. Instead, it was down.
Down, down, down.
The fall was tumultuous. It seemed as if every inch of her skin would be cover in lesions from the rocks’ sharp edges. Surely the landing would cause the smallest laceration, as her form came down not upon rough dirt or sand, but instead, toned flesh and linen cloth, before rolling to end her downward journey on the harder surface of the tunnel’s floor.
Stone’s coldness seeped through both her chiton and the royal robe she had been given. In the dim lighting provided by nothing more than a hole the size of a small coin, she felt herself fade in and out of something that felt much like sleep. Her body ached, and her skin was cut, but other than that, she made it out mostly unscathed. Nevertheless, the state of sleep-esque bliss was much more welcomed than consciousness. It was only when the water began to pool underneath her did she feel any sense of urgency to move.
Shifting from laying flattened out on her stomach, she slowly placed her hands under either side of her and pressed herself up, speed intentionally lax as she did not wish to strain herself. One by one, she brought her knees up and under her form, maintaining a position of being on all fours. From beside her, the girl heard coughing. Her heart leapt, at first with fear, and then joy. “Vangelis!” It had felt like hours since she had last spoken, her throat raspy with the dirt and dust in the air. Nevertheless, her eagerness to hear his voice was clear. In the time it took to crawl over to him, her bright eyes had adjusted to the little light leaking into the cave.
“Vang . . . Y-You’re trapped,” she exhaled, fear once more returning to her voice. “You’re pinned. I- . . . I’ll free you. One moment.” Reaching out, she used what little strength she had left to slowly began moving the lighter rocks off of him. “You’re going to be okay.” Her words had a dual purpose: To soothe both him and reassure their speaker. “Okay? I-I’m going to get you out, and then we’ll get back to the palace. I’ll heal you when we get there, and we will be safe." On her hands and knees, she continued to move the rocks from off of him to the best of her abilities, gently cooing and shushing him whenever a rock’s movement made him wince.
“Don’t worry, Lord Vangelis. I-I can help. I promise. We’ll be okay."
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Darkness was a powerful force, especially as it was lacking. The absence of light was the thing to strike fear into the hearts of children and men alike. It was prone to cause even the strongest of heart to lose their sanity when exposed too long to it. It was a common fear among peoples, be them young or old, strong or weak. As the light was ripped away, blocked off by rocks, she felt her throat’s passageways tighten. The feeling of impending doom left her unable to move- But not for long. A shout echoed out, and a sturdy hand gripped tight to pull her along. Stumbling, she attempted to gather her balance and match his pace simultaneously. It was a rather difficult feat, especially with the damp, slippery surface below her sandaled feet.
Even though she could not see, the girl could tell they were moving more into the cave rather than back out of it. She did not know why, and there was little time to question. Her torch had been extinguished, both from the dampness of the cavern and the wind generated from the falling rocks. Abandoning the smothered stick, she utilized her freed hand to feel along the wall, its rough surface scraping the palms and soft pads of her fingers. Even if she was a servant, Euphemia had lived quite the life of luxury as the princess’ handmaid.
The space between them and the rocky walls of the cave system began to decrease as they progressed, hair on her arms and neck standing on edge as her senses picked up on such a fact. Their surroundings were doing just that: surrounding them. Once more her throat began to tighten. She did not do well with small spaces; she never had. Always running and bouncing as a child, finding mischief as a teen, and frolicking around as an adult who refused to grow up, the blonde was not used to being unable to move as she wished.
She had little time to continue fearing the small space, however, as once more a loud rumble gave way. The close ceiling relinquished rocks upon the pair, one striking her foot, and another his head. “Vangelis!” she cried out, both in pain and concern for the man in front of her. He continued to lead the way, only it was no longer forward. Instead, it was down.
Down, down, down.
The fall was tumultuous. It seemed as if every inch of her skin would be cover in lesions from the rocks’ sharp edges. Surely the landing would cause the smallest laceration, as her form came down not upon rough dirt or sand, but instead, toned flesh and linen cloth, before rolling to end her downward journey on the harder surface of the tunnel’s floor.
Stone’s coldness seeped through both her chiton and the royal robe she had been given. In the dim lighting provided by nothing more than a hole the size of a small coin, she felt herself fade in and out of something that felt much like sleep. Her body ached, and her skin was cut, but other than that, she made it out mostly unscathed. Nevertheless, the state of sleep-esque bliss was much more welcomed than consciousness. It was only when the water began to pool underneath her did she feel any sense of urgency to move.
Shifting from laying flattened out on her stomach, she slowly placed her hands under either side of her and pressed herself up, speed intentionally lax as she did not wish to strain herself. One by one, she brought her knees up and under her form, maintaining a position of being on all fours. From beside her, the girl heard coughing. Her heart leapt, at first with fear, and then joy. “Vangelis!” It had felt like hours since she had last spoken, her throat raspy with the dirt and dust in the air. Nevertheless, her eagerness to hear his voice was clear. In the time it took to crawl over to him, her bright eyes had adjusted to the little light leaking into the cave.
“Vang . . . Y-You’re trapped,” she exhaled, fear once more returning to her voice. “You’re pinned. I- . . . I’ll free you. One moment.” Reaching out, she used what little strength she had left to slowly began moving the lighter rocks off of him. “You’re going to be okay.” Her words had a dual purpose: To soothe both him and reassure their speaker. “Okay? I-I’m going to get you out, and then we’ll get back to the palace. I’ll heal you when we get there, and we will be safe." On her hands and knees, she continued to move the rocks from off of him to the best of her abilities, gently cooing and shushing him whenever a rock’s movement made him wince.
“Don’t worry, Lord Vangelis. I-I can help. I promise. We’ll be okay."
Darkness was a powerful force, especially as it was lacking. The absence of light was the thing to strike fear into the hearts of children and men alike. It was prone to cause even the strongest of heart to lose their sanity when exposed too long to it. It was a common fear among peoples, be them young or old, strong or weak. As the light was ripped away, blocked off by rocks, she felt her throat’s passageways tighten. The feeling of impending doom left her unable to move- But not for long. A shout echoed out, and a sturdy hand gripped tight to pull her along. Stumbling, she attempted to gather her balance and match his pace simultaneously. It was a rather difficult feat, especially with the damp, slippery surface below her sandaled feet.
Even though she could not see, the girl could tell they were moving more into the cave rather than back out of it. She did not know why, and there was little time to question. Her torch had been extinguished, both from the dampness of the cavern and the wind generated from the falling rocks. Abandoning the smothered stick, she utilized her freed hand to feel along the wall, its rough surface scraping the palms and soft pads of her fingers. Even if she was a servant, Euphemia had lived quite the life of luxury as the princess’ handmaid.
The space between them and the rocky walls of the cave system began to decrease as they progressed, hair on her arms and neck standing on edge as her senses picked up on such a fact. Their surroundings were doing just that: surrounding them. Once more her throat began to tighten. She did not do well with small spaces; she never had. Always running and bouncing as a child, finding mischief as a teen, and frolicking around as an adult who refused to grow up, the blonde was not used to being unable to move as she wished.
She had little time to continue fearing the small space, however, as once more a loud rumble gave way. The close ceiling relinquished rocks upon the pair, one striking her foot, and another his head. “Vangelis!” she cried out, both in pain and concern for the man in front of her. He continued to lead the way, only it was no longer forward. Instead, it was down.
Down, down, down.
The fall was tumultuous. It seemed as if every inch of her skin would be cover in lesions from the rocks’ sharp edges. Surely the landing would cause the smallest laceration, as her form came down not upon rough dirt or sand, but instead, toned flesh and linen cloth, before rolling to end her downward journey on the harder surface of the tunnel’s floor.
Stone’s coldness seeped through both her chiton and the royal robe she had been given. In the dim lighting provided by nothing more than a hole the size of a small coin, she felt herself fade in and out of something that felt much like sleep. Her body ached, and her skin was cut, but other than that, she made it out mostly unscathed. Nevertheless, the state of sleep-esque bliss was much more welcomed than consciousness. It was only when the water began to pool underneath her did she feel any sense of urgency to move.
Shifting from laying flattened out on her stomach, she slowly placed her hands under either side of her and pressed herself up, speed intentionally lax as she did not wish to strain herself. One by one, she brought her knees up and under her form, maintaining a position of being on all fours. From beside her, the girl heard coughing. Her heart leapt, at first with fear, and then joy. “Vangelis!” It had felt like hours since she had last spoken, her throat raspy with the dirt and dust in the air. Nevertheless, her eagerness to hear his voice was clear. In the time it took to crawl over to him, her bright eyes had adjusted to the little light leaking into the cave.
“Vang . . . Y-You’re trapped,” she exhaled, fear once more returning to her voice. “You’re pinned. I- . . . I’ll free you. One moment.” Reaching out, she used what little strength she had left to slowly began moving the lighter rocks off of him. “You’re going to be okay.” Her words had a dual purpose: To soothe both him and reassure their speaker. “Okay? I-I’m going to get you out, and then we’ll get back to the palace. I’ll heal you when we get there, and we will be safe." On her hands and knees, she continued to move the rocks from off of him to the best of her abilities, gently cooing and shushing him whenever a rock’s movement made him wince.
“Don’t worry, Lord Vangelis. I-I can help. I promise. We’ll be okay."
By the time she got to the mouth of the tunnel which had caved in, the rain was a torrential downpour, completely uncaring of whomever stood in its way as it made its presence known to all of Midas. Out of breathe as she placed the young boy who was clinging to her tightly, she set him on his feet, crouching down to his eye level and wiping her damp hair out of her face. Using a finger, she chucked his chin gently to get his eyes to open and face her, before Nike reached down and dragged out a dagger she was rarely far apart from, out of the sheath where she kept it in her boots. Tipping it blade-side towards her, she offered the hilt to the boy. Nike understood the stupidity of handing a weapon to a young child, but she had no choice. She had to get in that tunnel. Yet the recent collapse meant she didn't want to risk bringing him in there either.
"Stay right here. Don't move, alright? If there is any danger, I want you to use this." she said, pressing the dagger into his small palms, and then throwing a look at what remained of the docks. If she could, she would've handed off the boy to one of her captains, so she could go down the tunnels with a peace of mind that at least one was safe... but most of the men had left, hurrying to help the citizens of Midas as best as they could, and those that remained - well, Nike was loathe to call them back into the jaws of danger.
Taking a brief moment to assess the situation, she frowned, not wanting to let herself believe too early that the storm was dying down, and instead, focused on the task at hand.
With one last pat on the boy's wet locks, she turned, shrugged off her wet cloak (for it was beginning to impede her movement), hooked it around the boys shoulders before taking off down the tunnel. The relief from the pelt of rainwater on her vision was temporary, for it was soon clear that the cave in was not an easy one, and she had no clue how far in her general had dragged whoever that woman was.
Gritting her teeth when she came to her first obstacle, she growled at the debris of rock and rubble. Her eyes immediately assessed the situation, quickly dismissing the larger boulders that Nike knew without a doubt she had no hope of moving. Instead, she fixated on the small corner on the top of the roof, where a small hollow existed. Taking the two steps to get there, she thanked Athena she had the wisdom to wear her boots that day, as she found her footing and clambered her way up, cursing when the sharp pebbles and rocks dug into the meat of her skin. Ignoring the small shots of pain, instead, she peered in, finding small relief that indeed, it led to the rest of the tunnel.
With her bare hands, Nike began pulling out the rocks, knowing and ignoring the fact that she may be caught in another rockslide if she pulled the wrong one. Lucky for her, it seems as if the goddess Fortuna was on her side that day, for aftr a good five minutes of yanking and shoving, the opening was big enough for her to crawl through, and crawl through the commander did. The leather armor she kept on served well in ensuring that the jagged edges did not tear through her thoroughly soaked clothing, but it was the arms, bare and unprotected by anything but the thin linen, that was easily torn, skin and all.
Yet, Nike barely noticed. She had an extraction mission to complete.
Shoving the locks of hair out of her eyes again, the commander pressed on the rest of the way down the tunnel, warily sidestepping the large boulders and rocks that littered her way, until she came to a large gaping crevice that had opened just before a forked passageway.
Nike had fully intended to somehow scale the sides of the cave, hoping to not fall in, as she fully thought that Vangelis had managed to jump aside and was somewhere further down the passage. Planning to take her chances with the right passageway, it was just as she placed on foot on a small nook in the wall, when a voice that, while faint, said a name she knew, very well.
Immediately, she froze in her actions, pausing to ensure that she heard correctly and that she wasn't just dreaming, before kneeling on the ground, hands holding the edges of the crevice. The fall was dark, so Nike wasn't sure how far the fall down was. "Vangelis!" her voice was loud, the echo in the cave carrying it even more then it usually would. She let the echo stop, before continuing. "General Vangelis, I'm assuming you're down this wonderful hole you decided to take a trip down?" It wasn't anything unusual. Nike always gave Vangelis sarcastic quips, served to both make him laugh and to annoy him at the same time. This time though, her tone held less of a laugh, and more of a worried nip to it.
"Can I have a status report, sir?" It was odd, she asking him for a status report, when it was usually the other way round. But while Nike was up here, she needed to know what she could do to get them out. She was planning on jumping down, but it would seem futile, if it just ended up with all three of them stuck down there. Still, she wasn't sure if she could go back the other side, as another faint rumble rocked the cave, and she heard what sounded like falling rocks in the distance. With her luck, the little hole she had dug through would've caved in again, and she really doubted her general would've been able to fit through anyway.
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By the time she got to the mouth of the tunnel which had caved in, the rain was a torrential downpour, completely uncaring of whomever stood in its way as it made its presence known to all of Midas. Out of breathe as she placed the young boy who was clinging to her tightly, she set him on his feet, crouching down to his eye level and wiping her damp hair out of her face. Using a finger, she chucked his chin gently to get his eyes to open and face her, before Nike reached down and dragged out a dagger she was rarely far apart from, out of the sheath where she kept it in her boots. Tipping it blade-side towards her, she offered the hilt to the boy. Nike understood the stupidity of handing a weapon to a young child, but she had no choice. She had to get in that tunnel. Yet the recent collapse meant she didn't want to risk bringing him in there either.
"Stay right here. Don't move, alright? If there is any danger, I want you to use this." she said, pressing the dagger into his small palms, and then throwing a look at what remained of the docks. If she could, she would've handed off the boy to one of her captains, so she could go down the tunnels with a peace of mind that at least one was safe... but most of the men had left, hurrying to help the citizens of Midas as best as they could, and those that remained - well, Nike was loathe to call them back into the jaws of danger.
Taking a brief moment to assess the situation, she frowned, not wanting to let herself believe too early that the storm was dying down, and instead, focused on the task at hand.
With one last pat on the boy's wet locks, she turned, shrugged off her wet cloak (for it was beginning to impede her movement), hooked it around the boys shoulders before taking off down the tunnel. The relief from the pelt of rainwater on her vision was temporary, for it was soon clear that the cave in was not an easy one, and she had no clue how far in her general had dragged whoever that woman was.
Gritting her teeth when she came to her first obstacle, she growled at the debris of rock and rubble. Her eyes immediately assessed the situation, quickly dismissing the larger boulders that Nike knew without a doubt she had no hope of moving. Instead, she fixated on the small corner on the top of the roof, where a small hollow existed. Taking the two steps to get there, she thanked Athena she had the wisdom to wear her boots that day, as she found her footing and clambered her way up, cursing when the sharp pebbles and rocks dug into the meat of her skin. Ignoring the small shots of pain, instead, she peered in, finding small relief that indeed, it led to the rest of the tunnel.
With her bare hands, Nike began pulling out the rocks, knowing and ignoring the fact that she may be caught in another rockslide if she pulled the wrong one. Lucky for her, it seems as if the goddess Fortuna was on her side that day, for aftr a good five minutes of yanking and shoving, the opening was big enough for her to crawl through, and crawl through the commander did. The leather armor she kept on served well in ensuring that the jagged edges did not tear through her thoroughly soaked clothing, but it was the arms, bare and unprotected by anything but the thin linen, that was easily torn, skin and all.
Yet, Nike barely noticed. She had an extraction mission to complete.
Shoving the locks of hair out of her eyes again, the commander pressed on the rest of the way down the tunnel, warily sidestepping the large boulders and rocks that littered her way, until she came to a large gaping crevice that had opened just before a forked passageway.
Nike had fully intended to somehow scale the sides of the cave, hoping to not fall in, as she fully thought that Vangelis had managed to jump aside and was somewhere further down the passage. Planning to take her chances with the right passageway, it was just as she placed on foot on a small nook in the wall, when a voice that, while faint, said a name she knew, very well.
Immediately, she froze in her actions, pausing to ensure that she heard correctly and that she wasn't just dreaming, before kneeling on the ground, hands holding the edges of the crevice. The fall was dark, so Nike wasn't sure how far the fall down was. "Vangelis!" her voice was loud, the echo in the cave carrying it even more then it usually would. She let the echo stop, before continuing. "General Vangelis, I'm assuming you're down this wonderful hole you decided to take a trip down?" It wasn't anything unusual. Nike always gave Vangelis sarcastic quips, served to both make him laugh and to annoy him at the same time. This time though, her tone held less of a laugh, and more of a worried nip to it.
"Can I have a status report, sir?" It was odd, she asking him for a status report, when it was usually the other way round. But while Nike was up here, she needed to know what she could do to get them out. She was planning on jumping down, but it would seem futile, if it just ended up with all three of them stuck down there. Still, she wasn't sure if she could go back the other side, as another faint rumble rocked the cave, and she heard what sounded like falling rocks in the distance. With her luck, the little hole she had dug through would've caved in again, and she really doubted her general would've been able to fit through anyway.
By the time she got to the mouth of the tunnel which had caved in, the rain was a torrential downpour, completely uncaring of whomever stood in its way as it made its presence known to all of Midas. Out of breathe as she placed the young boy who was clinging to her tightly, she set him on his feet, crouching down to his eye level and wiping her damp hair out of her face. Using a finger, she chucked his chin gently to get his eyes to open and face her, before Nike reached down and dragged out a dagger she was rarely far apart from, out of the sheath where she kept it in her boots. Tipping it blade-side towards her, she offered the hilt to the boy. Nike understood the stupidity of handing a weapon to a young child, but she had no choice. She had to get in that tunnel. Yet the recent collapse meant she didn't want to risk bringing him in there either.
"Stay right here. Don't move, alright? If there is any danger, I want you to use this." she said, pressing the dagger into his small palms, and then throwing a look at what remained of the docks. If she could, she would've handed off the boy to one of her captains, so she could go down the tunnels with a peace of mind that at least one was safe... but most of the men had left, hurrying to help the citizens of Midas as best as they could, and those that remained - well, Nike was loathe to call them back into the jaws of danger.
Taking a brief moment to assess the situation, she frowned, not wanting to let herself believe too early that the storm was dying down, and instead, focused on the task at hand.
With one last pat on the boy's wet locks, she turned, shrugged off her wet cloak (for it was beginning to impede her movement), hooked it around the boys shoulders before taking off down the tunnel. The relief from the pelt of rainwater on her vision was temporary, for it was soon clear that the cave in was not an easy one, and she had no clue how far in her general had dragged whoever that woman was.
Gritting her teeth when she came to her first obstacle, she growled at the debris of rock and rubble. Her eyes immediately assessed the situation, quickly dismissing the larger boulders that Nike knew without a doubt she had no hope of moving. Instead, she fixated on the small corner on the top of the roof, where a small hollow existed. Taking the two steps to get there, she thanked Athena she had the wisdom to wear her boots that day, as she found her footing and clambered her way up, cursing when the sharp pebbles and rocks dug into the meat of her skin. Ignoring the small shots of pain, instead, she peered in, finding small relief that indeed, it led to the rest of the tunnel.
With her bare hands, Nike began pulling out the rocks, knowing and ignoring the fact that she may be caught in another rockslide if she pulled the wrong one. Lucky for her, it seems as if the goddess Fortuna was on her side that day, for aftr a good five minutes of yanking and shoving, the opening was big enough for her to crawl through, and crawl through the commander did. The leather armor she kept on served well in ensuring that the jagged edges did not tear through her thoroughly soaked clothing, but it was the arms, bare and unprotected by anything but the thin linen, that was easily torn, skin and all.
Yet, Nike barely noticed. She had an extraction mission to complete.
Shoving the locks of hair out of her eyes again, the commander pressed on the rest of the way down the tunnel, warily sidestepping the large boulders and rocks that littered her way, until she came to a large gaping crevice that had opened just before a forked passageway.
Nike had fully intended to somehow scale the sides of the cave, hoping to not fall in, as she fully thought that Vangelis had managed to jump aside and was somewhere further down the passage. Planning to take her chances with the right passageway, it was just as she placed on foot on a small nook in the wall, when a voice that, while faint, said a name she knew, very well.
Immediately, she froze in her actions, pausing to ensure that she heard correctly and that she wasn't just dreaming, before kneeling on the ground, hands holding the edges of the crevice. The fall was dark, so Nike wasn't sure how far the fall down was. "Vangelis!" her voice was loud, the echo in the cave carrying it even more then it usually would. She let the echo stop, before continuing. "General Vangelis, I'm assuming you're down this wonderful hole you decided to take a trip down?" It wasn't anything unusual. Nike always gave Vangelis sarcastic quips, served to both make him laugh and to annoy him at the same time. This time though, her tone held less of a laugh, and more of a worried nip to it.
"Can I have a status report, sir?" It was odd, she asking him for a status report, when it was usually the other way round. But while Nike was up here, she needed to know what she could do to get them out. She was planning on jumping down, but it would seem futile, if it just ended up with all three of them stuck down there. Still, she wasn't sure if she could go back the other side, as another faint rumble rocked the cave, and she heard what sounded like falling rocks in the distance. With her luck, the little hole she had dug through would've caved in again, and she really doubted her general would've been able to fit through anyway.
It took a moment for Vangelis to catch his breath as Euphemia diligently tried to move the rocks from him, sending sparks of agony up and down the right hand side of his body. When he did, he managed to move a hand to her shoulder and still her actions, calming the rising nausea enough to speak.
"Euphemia stop." He told her (Since when has she called me Vang? he though), patting her shoulder and squeezing it with his fingers. "There has to be tonnes of rock here, you aren't going to get me out on your own."
She wasn't going to get him out at all... He internally corrected.
Vangelis wasn't stupid. He could feel how the water beneath them was rising, he could see how water was sloshing over the gap in the cave in to their left. It looked like that particular chasm had caved in prior to the storm and the rise in sea level. Which meant the second the rocks came down to free them, the off-flow tunnel they were in would immediately be underwater. Not a problem for Euphemia - as she could float and swim back up the tunnel they had fallen down. More of a problem for Vangelis who was pinned to the floor. He would drown in minutes.
And if there was no other way of getting Euphie out, then there was no way Vangelis was surviving this.
His brain set to practical over emotional, Vangelis didn't become upset or depressed. He didn't even whimper at the notion that, in all likelihood, in a few hours, he would be dead and his brother would become crown prince of Colchis. It was the way he was programmed. He never panicked during an emergency. And this time, afterwards... it wouldn't matter.
"Euphemia, your best shot at getting out is to open up that wall." He told her, pointing with his good hand at the blocked opening that led to the sea. "Open that up and then you can-"
"Vangelis!"
The rest of the words died on Vangelis' tongue as he heard a familiar voice. His first instinct was relief - he knew that voice and he had trusted his life to that voice. His second feeling was dread. What the hell was that voice doing in this tunnel?
"General Vangelis, I'm assuming you're down this wonderful hole you decided to take a trip down?" Came the next quippy respond and Vangelis felt another wave of pain. Damnit it hurt to just roll his eyes. "Can I have a status report, sir?"
Clearing his throat and swallowing to ensure he could give a decent yell, Vangelis called back to his commander, his tone dry and calm as usual.
"Status report Commander is that I'm a no-go on movement, there is a civilian down here you need to get out and I am going to kick your arse later for entering the mines. You should be up in the capital!"
The yell had caused his chest to shift which had sent blistering waves of pain and nausea over his arm and collarbone. Vangelis heaved a groan and muffled it as best he could, keeping the moaning noise deep within his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and continued to shout upwards.
"You need to open this offshoot tunnel. It leads out to the water. You're going to have to lift the girl up through the hole." He called up to her. "Go back out and find the exit!"
He turned to the girl who was still knelt next to him looking like she wanted to keep digging but not knowing how to go about it - especially as he had told her not to.
"Euphemia - see if you can climb up to that hole and show Nike where we are." He pulled at the torn ribbons of what was once his shirt. "Take a piece of this or something, and then post it through - hold it like a flag so the Commander knows were we are."
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It took a moment for Vangelis to catch his breath as Euphemia diligently tried to move the rocks from him, sending sparks of agony up and down the right hand side of his body. When he did, he managed to move a hand to her shoulder and still her actions, calming the rising nausea enough to speak.
"Euphemia stop." He told her (Since when has she called me Vang? he though), patting her shoulder and squeezing it with his fingers. "There has to be tonnes of rock here, you aren't going to get me out on your own."
She wasn't going to get him out at all... He internally corrected.
Vangelis wasn't stupid. He could feel how the water beneath them was rising, he could see how water was sloshing over the gap in the cave in to their left. It looked like that particular chasm had caved in prior to the storm and the rise in sea level. Which meant the second the rocks came down to free them, the off-flow tunnel they were in would immediately be underwater. Not a problem for Euphemia - as she could float and swim back up the tunnel they had fallen down. More of a problem for Vangelis who was pinned to the floor. He would drown in minutes.
And if there was no other way of getting Euphie out, then there was no way Vangelis was surviving this.
His brain set to practical over emotional, Vangelis didn't become upset or depressed. He didn't even whimper at the notion that, in all likelihood, in a few hours, he would be dead and his brother would become crown prince of Colchis. It was the way he was programmed. He never panicked during an emergency. And this time, afterwards... it wouldn't matter.
"Euphemia, your best shot at getting out is to open up that wall." He told her, pointing with his good hand at the blocked opening that led to the sea. "Open that up and then you can-"
"Vangelis!"
The rest of the words died on Vangelis' tongue as he heard a familiar voice. His first instinct was relief - he knew that voice and he had trusted his life to that voice. His second feeling was dread. What the hell was that voice doing in this tunnel?
"General Vangelis, I'm assuming you're down this wonderful hole you decided to take a trip down?" Came the next quippy respond and Vangelis felt another wave of pain. Damnit it hurt to just roll his eyes. "Can I have a status report, sir?"
Clearing his throat and swallowing to ensure he could give a decent yell, Vangelis called back to his commander, his tone dry and calm as usual.
"Status report Commander is that I'm a no-go on movement, there is a civilian down here you need to get out and I am going to kick your arse later for entering the mines. You should be up in the capital!"
The yell had caused his chest to shift which had sent blistering waves of pain and nausea over his arm and collarbone. Vangelis heaved a groan and muffled it as best he could, keeping the moaning noise deep within his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and continued to shout upwards.
"You need to open this offshoot tunnel. It leads out to the water. You're going to have to lift the girl up through the hole." He called up to her. "Go back out and find the exit!"
He turned to the girl who was still knelt next to him looking like she wanted to keep digging but not knowing how to go about it - especially as he had told her not to.
"Euphemia - see if you can climb up to that hole and show Nike where we are." He pulled at the torn ribbons of what was once his shirt. "Take a piece of this or something, and then post it through - hold it like a flag so the Commander knows were we are."
It took a moment for Vangelis to catch his breath as Euphemia diligently tried to move the rocks from him, sending sparks of agony up and down the right hand side of his body. When he did, he managed to move a hand to her shoulder and still her actions, calming the rising nausea enough to speak.
"Euphemia stop." He told her (Since when has she called me Vang? he though), patting her shoulder and squeezing it with his fingers. "There has to be tonnes of rock here, you aren't going to get me out on your own."
She wasn't going to get him out at all... He internally corrected.
Vangelis wasn't stupid. He could feel how the water beneath them was rising, he could see how water was sloshing over the gap in the cave in to their left. It looked like that particular chasm had caved in prior to the storm and the rise in sea level. Which meant the second the rocks came down to free them, the off-flow tunnel they were in would immediately be underwater. Not a problem for Euphemia - as she could float and swim back up the tunnel they had fallen down. More of a problem for Vangelis who was pinned to the floor. He would drown in minutes.
And if there was no other way of getting Euphie out, then there was no way Vangelis was surviving this.
His brain set to practical over emotional, Vangelis didn't become upset or depressed. He didn't even whimper at the notion that, in all likelihood, in a few hours, he would be dead and his brother would become crown prince of Colchis. It was the way he was programmed. He never panicked during an emergency. And this time, afterwards... it wouldn't matter.
"Euphemia, your best shot at getting out is to open up that wall." He told her, pointing with his good hand at the blocked opening that led to the sea. "Open that up and then you can-"
"Vangelis!"
The rest of the words died on Vangelis' tongue as he heard a familiar voice. His first instinct was relief - he knew that voice and he had trusted his life to that voice. His second feeling was dread. What the hell was that voice doing in this tunnel?
"General Vangelis, I'm assuming you're down this wonderful hole you decided to take a trip down?" Came the next quippy respond and Vangelis felt another wave of pain. Damnit it hurt to just roll his eyes. "Can I have a status report, sir?"
Clearing his throat and swallowing to ensure he could give a decent yell, Vangelis called back to his commander, his tone dry and calm as usual.
"Status report Commander is that I'm a no-go on movement, there is a civilian down here you need to get out and I am going to kick your arse later for entering the mines. You should be up in the capital!"
The yell had caused his chest to shift which had sent blistering waves of pain and nausea over his arm and collarbone. Vangelis heaved a groan and muffled it as best he could, keeping the moaning noise deep within his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut against the pain and continued to shout upwards.
"You need to open this offshoot tunnel. It leads out to the water. You're going to have to lift the girl up through the hole." He called up to her. "Go back out and find the exit!"
He turned to the girl who was still knelt next to him looking like she wanted to keep digging but not knowing how to go about it - especially as he had told her not to.
"Euphemia - see if you can climb up to that hole and show Nike where we are." He pulled at the torn ribbons of what was once his shirt. "Take a piece of this or something, and then post it through - hold it like a flag so the Commander knows were we are."
