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-When we get you back home, what do you want for dinner?
-I don't know...something warm.
-Okay. I think we are nearly there. Can you stay awake if I stop talking to you?
-I can try.
-Good. We will see you soon.
-Sounds great. Be safe, Jacob.
-I will. You too.
Drogo flew closer to the floating mountain in the sky and swiftly swooped to a landing in an empty street. Henry dropped from his back to the ground and looked around in astonishment.
-Mount Olympus? From the Greek myths?
-Yep.
-I thought it was just, well, a myth.
-None of them were myths. Zeus was my brother. I was Hephaestus.
-Wouldn't that make Zeus your father?
-We made that up.
-Oh.
The two companions approached a large palace surrounded by guards.
-This is it, Henry. We need a plan.
-Okay, well you know the place better than I do.
-Right. Okay, Well, you look weak and scared,
-That shouldn't be too hard.
-and I will tell my brother that I have a prisoner. Hopefully he will believe me.
-Yeah fereal.
-Play dead.
Henry slumped to the ground as two horrifying winged warriors neared.
-Ho! Chevy, look who it is!
A female voice emerged from one warrior. She had long hair braided down her back, strong muscles, and shining gold armor. Her face wore a fierce look, yet there was something else there as well. Something soft.
-Drogo? Drogo Avira?
-That's my name, don't wear it out.
-Oh my gosh! I can't believe its you! You're finally home!
The female threw herself against him and hugged him tightly.
-It is good to see you too, Bergthora. I have to go though. I have a prisoner ready for torture.
The other warrior, Chevy, raised his eyebrow.
-Do you really think your brother will believe that for one second? We all know why you are here.
-I was hoping he would. I have no other plan.
-Drogo, you've been gone doing the will of God for the past ten years. C'mon.
Bergthora picked up the weapons that she had dropped.
-You still might have a few loyal to your cause.
Chevy winked. Bergthora smiled, then she seemed to notice Henry for the first time. She picked him up and smelled him. She brought his face close to hers and he opened his eyes. Fear began to overcome him. Her stone grey eyes stared right into his with the most terrifying look.
-This is Henry.
-Why was he necessary to bring? He is just a human.
Bergthora broke her intense stare to look up at Drogo.
-I couldn't just leave him, Reitein is his best friend.
-Alright then. But I'm keeping him.
Bergthora then proceeded to flop the boy on her back between her huge black wings.
-Okay, let's go get your friend.
-Is J still around?
-I do not know where his loyalties stand anymore.
-Oh darn.
The three angelic beings began to march toward the palace. Upon arriving at the gates, the guards lets them through without question. They went straight to the throne room.
-Hototo Achak.
Drogo demanded.
-Here I am, little brother. What do you want?
Hototo was a wretched creature to behold. His face was the face of all things terrifying. His red hair seemed to actually be on fire. His wings were not black like the others, but a strange hazy violet. Instead of just two, he had six wings. He wore only a loin cloth which showed off every single rippling muscle on his body. Henry began to shiver in fear and clutched tightly to Bergthora. Every bad thing or thought or feeling he had ever experienced began to flood back down on him. It made him weak, he began to slip.
-I am here for Reitein Vondola.
-You mean her?
Hototo gestured to a small form curled up in a cage in the corner of the room.
-Rei.
Drogo whispered desperately. Her hair hanging over the edge of the cage was a tangled bloody mess.
-Well you will have to defeat me to get her. Everyone knows that you are too weak to even try though. So I suppose that she will just have to die here, with me.
The monster sprawled comfortably across a dark red throne spoke with taunting sarcasm.
-I accept your challenge.
-Alright. Tomorrow in the arena at 2:00 sharp. Be there. Or else.
-Doubt me not, I will defeat you.
-Sure, sure. Now leave. All four of you. I need to think.
That is all I have time for, people. More tomorrow.
-When we get you back home, what do you want for dinner?
-I don't know...something warm.
-Okay. I think we are nearly there. Can you stay awake if I stop talking to you?
-I can try.
-Good. We will see you soon.
-Sounds great. Be safe, Jacob.
-I will. You too.
Drogo flew closer to the floating mountain in the sky and swiftly swooped to a landing in an empty street. Henry dropped from his back to the ground and looked around in astonishment.
-Mount Olympus? From the Greek myths?
-Yep.
-I thought it was just, well, a myth.
-None of them were myths. Zeus was my brother. I was Hephaestus.
-Wouldn't that make Zeus your father?
-We made that up.
-Oh.
The two companions approached a large palace surrounded by guards.
-This is it, Henry. We need a plan.
-Okay, well you know the place better than I do.
-Right. Okay, Well, you look weak and scared,
-That shouldn't be too hard.
-and I will tell my brother that I have a prisoner. Hopefully he will believe me.
-Yeah fereal.
-Play dead.
Henry slumped to the ground as two horrifying winged warriors neared.
-Ho! Chevy, look who it is!
A female voice emerged from one warrior. She had long hair braided down her back, strong muscles, and shining gold armor. Her face wore a fierce look, yet there was something else there as well. Something soft.
-Drogo? Drogo Avira?
-That's my name, don't wear it out.
-Oh my gosh! I can't believe its you! You're finally home!
The female threw herself against him and hugged him tightly.
-It is good to see you too, Bergthora. I have to go though. I have a prisoner ready for torture.
The other warrior, Chevy, raised his eyebrow.
-Do you really think your brother will believe that for one second? We all know why you are here.
-I was hoping he would. I have no other plan.
-Drogo, you've been gone doing the will of God for the past ten years. C'mon.
Bergthora picked up the weapons that she had dropped.
-You still might have a few loyal to your cause.
Chevy winked. Bergthora smiled, then she seemed to notice Henry for the first time. She picked him up and smelled him. She brought his face close to hers and he opened his eyes. Fear began to overcome him. Her stone grey eyes stared right into his with the most terrifying look.
-This is Henry.
-Why was he necessary to bring? He is just a human.
Bergthora broke her intense stare to look up at Drogo.
-I couldn't just leave him, Reitein is his best friend.
-Alright then. But I'm keeping him.
Bergthora then proceeded to flop the boy on her back between her huge black wings.
-Okay, let's go get your friend.
-Is J still around?
-I do not know where his loyalties stand anymore.
-Oh darn.
The three angelic beings began to march toward the palace. Upon arriving at the gates, the guards lets them through without question. They went straight to the throne room.
-Hototo Achak.
Drogo demanded.
-Here I am, little brother. What do you want?
Hototo was a wretched creature to behold. His face was the face of all things terrifying. His red hair seemed to actually be on fire. His wings were not black like the others, but a strange hazy violet. Instead of just two, he had six wings. He wore only a loin cloth which showed off every single rippling muscle on his body. Henry began to shiver in fear and clutched tightly to Bergthora. Every bad thing or thought or feeling he had ever experienced began to flood back down on him. It made him weak, he began to slip.
-I am here for Reitein Vondola.
-You mean her?
Hototo gestured to a small form curled up in a cage in the corner of the room.
-Rei.
Drogo whispered desperately. Her hair hanging over the edge of the cage was a tangled bloody mess.
-Well you will have to defeat me to get her. Everyone knows that you are too weak to even try though. So I suppose that she will just have to die here, with me.
The monster sprawled comfortably across a dark red throne spoke with taunting sarcasm.
-I accept your challenge.
-Alright. Tomorrow in the arena at 2:00 sharp. Be there. Or else.
-Doubt me not, I will defeat you.
-Sure, sure. Now leave. All four of you. I need to think.
That is all I have time for, people. More tomorrow.
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