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The walls of a maze are tall and wild around Nikos, unlike anything he has ever seen before. It is as if the place has been forgotten by time itself and the once neatly trimmed rows grow unchecked with gnarled and dead branches. Strange, since not a single green leaf grows on them, but thick and giving no choice to push through the brambles. The sky overhead is darkened with clouds, a rolling of thunder echoing in the distance.
Cuts sting his face, arms and feet. The dry branches catch in his clothing, snagging and pulling on his clothes until he realizes that they are pulling against him in earnest. As if they are alive and trying to drag him to the ground, they crack and break under his touch so brittle in their nature that he can not help but wonder how in the name of the Gods they are managing to slow him down.
”Nikos!” A cry comes from his left, but he is unable to see its caller. With sudden fear, he recognizes the feminine voice. Evangelina. Nikos turns, prepared to fight his way to the woman who had once been the object of his affections. The woman he tried to keep at his side, but was inevitably drawn away. Her cries are loud and clear, as if she stands next to him but there is nothing but the scratching pull of the branches.
”Nikos!” A different voice. This one belongs to Arete of Doralis, and it makes Nikos stop in his tracks. His current lover. He twists in uncertainty, but ultimately decides to keep trying to find Evangelina. Arete’s cries turn into screams, beating against his skull in their betrayal.
”Nikos!” A third voice, this one young and sweet. Imma of Leventi, the young artist. Nikos’ gaze is wide as he looks for her as well, but there is nothing but the encroaching darkness and the horrid slash of the branches. They cut now like the claws of a bird, and the sounds of all three women are a chorus of cries for help and yet he can not see a single one. They are all lost in this wicked, horrible maze. The branches, brittle and weak, begin to pull him to his knees -- each breaking with a snap louder than bone. It makes him flinch, and then in the midst of the vortex of screams and snaps -- a glowing form catches his eye. She is the only source of light now.
An ethereal woman stares at him, her face twisted with displeasure. Her blonde hair is twisted into a crown, ivory and gold draping her frame in such regality that there is no mistaking a queen’s bearing. Her lips move, speaking something that he can not quite understand amongst screaming voices in his head. Nikos lowers his head and covers his ears, trying his best to block them out but -- strong fingers grip his chin and force him to look up into the eyes of the Queen of the Gods.
”Nikos.” Hera says, and then…nothing.
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The walls of a maze are tall and wild around Nikos, unlike anything he has ever seen before. It is as if the place has been forgotten by time itself and the once neatly trimmed rows grow unchecked with gnarled and dead branches. Strange, since not a single green leaf grows on them, but thick and giving no choice to push through the brambles. The sky overhead is darkened with clouds, a rolling of thunder echoing in the distance.
Cuts sting his face, arms and feet. The dry branches catch in his clothing, snagging and pulling on his clothes until he realizes that they are pulling against him in earnest. As if they are alive and trying to drag him to the ground, they crack and break under his touch so brittle in their nature that he can not help but wonder how in the name of the Gods they are managing to slow him down.
”Nikos!” A cry comes from his left, but he is unable to see its caller. With sudden fear, he recognizes the feminine voice. Evangelina. Nikos turns, prepared to fight his way to the woman who had once been the object of his affections. The woman he tried to keep at his side, but was inevitably drawn away. Her cries are loud and clear, as if she stands next to him but there is nothing but the scratching pull of the branches.
”Nikos!” A different voice. This one belongs to Arete of Doralis, and it makes Nikos stop in his tracks. His current lover. He twists in uncertainty, but ultimately decides to keep trying to find Evangelina. Arete’s cries turn into screams, beating against his skull in their betrayal.
”Nikos!” A third voice, this one young and sweet. Imma of Leventi, the young artist. Nikos’ gaze is wide as he looks for her as well, but there is nothing but the encroaching darkness and the horrid slash of the branches. They cut now like the claws of a bird, and the sounds of all three women are a chorus of cries for help and yet he can not see a single one. They are all lost in this wicked, horrible maze. The branches, brittle and weak, begin to pull him to his knees -- each breaking with a snap louder than bone. It makes him flinch, and then in the midst of the vortex of screams and snaps -- a glowing form catches his eye. She is the only source of light now.
An ethereal woman stares at him, her face twisted with displeasure. Her blonde hair is twisted into a crown, ivory and gold draping her frame in such regality that there is no mistaking a queen’s bearing. Her lips move, speaking something that he can not quite understand amongst screaming voices in his head. Nikos lowers his head and covers his ears, trying his best to block them out but -- strong fingers grip his chin and force him to look up into the eyes of the Queen of the Gods.
”Nikos.” Hera says, and then…nothing.
The walls of a maze are tall and wild around Nikos, unlike anything he has ever seen before. It is as if the place has been forgotten by time itself and the once neatly trimmed rows grow unchecked with gnarled and dead branches. Strange, since not a single green leaf grows on them, but thick and giving no choice to push through the brambles. The sky overhead is darkened with clouds, a rolling of thunder echoing in the distance.
Cuts sting his face, arms and feet. The dry branches catch in his clothing, snagging and pulling on his clothes until he realizes that they are pulling against him in earnest. As if they are alive and trying to drag him to the ground, they crack and break under his touch so brittle in their nature that he can not help but wonder how in the name of the Gods they are managing to slow him down.
”Nikos!” A cry comes from his left, but he is unable to see its caller. With sudden fear, he recognizes the feminine voice. Evangelina. Nikos turns, prepared to fight his way to the woman who had once been the object of his affections. The woman he tried to keep at his side, but was inevitably drawn away. Her cries are loud and clear, as if she stands next to him but there is nothing but the scratching pull of the branches.
”Nikos!” A different voice. This one belongs to Arete of Doralis, and it makes Nikos stop in his tracks. His current lover. He twists in uncertainty, but ultimately decides to keep trying to find Evangelina. Arete’s cries turn into screams, beating against his skull in their betrayal.
”Nikos!” A third voice, this one young and sweet. Imma of Leventi, the young artist. Nikos’ gaze is wide as he looks for her as well, but there is nothing but the encroaching darkness and the horrid slash of the branches. They cut now like the claws of a bird, and the sounds of all three women are a chorus of cries for help and yet he can not see a single one. They are all lost in this wicked, horrible maze. The branches, brittle and weak, begin to pull him to his knees -- each breaking with a snap louder than bone. It makes him flinch, and then in the midst of the vortex of screams and snaps -- a glowing form catches his eye. She is the only source of light now.
An ethereal woman stares at him, her face twisted with displeasure. Her blonde hair is twisted into a crown, ivory and gold draping her frame in such regality that there is no mistaking a queen’s bearing. Her lips move, speaking something that he can not quite understand amongst screaming voices in his head. Nikos lowers his head and covers his ears, trying his best to block them out but -- strong fingers grip his chin and force him to look up into the eyes of the Queen of the Gods.
”Nikos.” Hera says, and then…nothing.
Nikos’ eyes snapped open. He was covered in a sheen of cold sweat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath as if he’d been running. His blankets were wrapped and tangled around his naked form. The image of @hera, the displeasure upon her delicate features, was etched into his mind. The image was quickly fading the more he tried to keep it in his focus. He could remember the fear, the panic… the feeling of being pulled in a million different directions. Evangelina. Arete. Imma. All of them calling to him. Screaming for help. And he couldn’t reach any of them!
What did it mean? Had that really been Hera in his dream? Was the Queen of the Gods herself trying to tell him something? Or was it all in his imagination?
He thought of Evangelina, the way he’d nearly confessed having true feelings for her just days ago when he’d found her visiting his bastard son. The baron looked to his right, to see the sleeping form of Arete curled up in his bed. The woman he felt the need to protect and bring her inside the walls of the city when they were being fortified in preparation of invasion from the Egyptians. The woman that had been a constant in his life for years now. And he thought of Imma. Young, sweet Imma, who had shown up to a meeting of introduction wearing something she undoubtably knew would catch his attention. There was an innocent ember of passion there, he was sure of it… just waiting to be brought to life. Nik wanted to be the one to blow a breath over that ember and watch the flames grow.
Nikos sat up in the bed, careful not to disturb his lover. His tumultuous thoughts turned back to the strange dream and remembered the fear of not being able to reach them. Evangelina. Arete. Imma. Nikos sat there for what seemed like hours, the dark sky outside slowly beginning to lighten with the dawn. He pondered over what he could remember of the dream – the details and images were fading but the feelings it had all invoked were still there. He couldn’t save them all… But he couldn’t just let any of them go. But maybe… Maybe there was a compromise. Like he hoped he’d found with dear Evie.
Hera was displeased with him. If he garnered nothing else from that terrifying dream, it was that. It was time Nikos took a hard look at his life.
Problem was… the proud and arrogant, and often vain, baron was not going to like what he saw…
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Nikos’ eyes snapped open. He was covered in a sheen of cold sweat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath as if he’d been running. His blankets were wrapped and tangled around his naked form. The image of @hera, the displeasure upon her delicate features, was etched into his mind. The image was quickly fading the more he tried to keep it in his focus. He could remember the fear, the panic… the feeling of being pulled in a million different directions. Evangelina. Arete. Imma. All of them calling to him. Screaming for help. And he couldn’t reach any of them!
What did it mean? Had that really been Hera in his dream? Was the Queen of the Gods herself trying to tell him something? Or was it all in his imagination?
He thought of Evangelina, the way he’d nearly confessed having true feelings for her just days ago when he’d found her visiting his bastard son. The baron looked to his right, to see the sleeping form of Arete curled up in his bed. The woman he felt the need to protect and bring her inside the walls of the city when they were being fortified in preparation of invasion from the Egyptians. The woman that had been a constant in his life for years now. And he thought of Imma. Young, sweet Imma, who had shown up to a meeting of introduction wearing something she undoubtably knew would catch his attention. There was an innocent ember of passion there, he was sure of it… just waiting to be brought to life. Nik wanted to be the one to blow a breath over that ember and watch the flames grow.
Nikos sat up in the bed, careful not to disturb his lover. His tumultuous thoughts turned back to the strange dream and remembered the fear of not being able to reach them. Evangelina. Arete. Imma. Nikos sat there for what seemed like hours, the dark sky outside slowly beginning to lighten with the dawn. He pondered over what he could remember of the dream – the details and images were fading but the feelings it had all invoked were still there. He couldn’t save them all… But he couldn’t just let any of them go. But maybe… Maybe there was a compromise. Like he hoped he’d found with dear Evie.
Hera was displeased with him. If he garnered nothing else from that terrifying dream, it was that. It was time Nikos took a hard look at his life.
Problem was… the proud and arrogant, and often vain, baron was not going to like what he saw…
Nikos’ eyes snapped open. He was covered in a sheen of cold sweat, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath as if he’d been running. His blankets were wrapped and tangled around his naked form. The image of @hera, the displeasure upon her delicate features, was etched into his mind. The image was quickly fading the more he tried to keep it in his focus. He could remember the fear, the panic… the feeling of being pulled in a million different directions. Evangelina. Arete. Imma. All of them calling to him. Screaming for help. And he couldn’t reach any of them!
What did it mean? Had that really been Hera in his dream? Was the Queen of the Gods herself trying to tell him something? Or was it all in his imagination?
He thought of Evangelina, the way he’d nearly confessed having true feelings for her just days ago when he’d found her visiting his bastard son. The baron looked to his right, to see the sleeping form of Arete curled up in his bed. The woman he felt the need to protect and bring her inside the walls of the city when they were being fortified in preparation of invasion from the Egyptians. The woman that had been a constant in his life for years now. And he thought of Imma. Young, sweet Imma, who had shown up to a meeting of introduction wearing something she undoubtably knew would catch his attention. There was an innocent ember of passion there, he was sure of it… just waiting to be brought to life. Nik wanted to be the one to blow a breath over that ember and watch the flames grow.
Nikos sat up in the bed, careful not to disturb his lover. His tumultuous thoughts turned back to the strange dream and remembered the fear of not being able to reach them. Evangelina. Arete. Imma. Nikos sat there for what seemed like hours, the dark sky outside slowly beginning to lighten with the dawn. He pondered over what he could remember of the dream – the details and images were fading but the feelings it had all invoked were still there. He couldn’t save them all… But he couldn’t just let any of them go. But maybe… Maybe there was a compromise. Like he hoped he’d found with dear Evie.
Hera was displeased with him. If he garnered nothing else from that terrifying dream, it was that. It was time Nikos took a hard look at his life.
Problem was… the proud and arrogant, and often vain, baron was not going to like what he saw…
