Ares leaned into her. He didn't expect her response. He planned to enjoy every bit of it. He felt his head spinning, that was the effect she had on him. He had wanted to kiss her since the first time they met.He took in her scent, a mix of mint and lavender, it made him want her more. Desire filled his eyes, he could almost devour her with it. She lightly bit her lips, something she was fond of doing when she was nervous.He placed his hands softly on the side of her jaw and took her lips.He was gentle. He was soft. He was perfect. Gently, he nudged his tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss. His hands were now on her waist, pulling her closer. He wanted all of her. He pulled away briefly for them to catch their breath. He looked at her, reading her expression for a minute. Taking him by surprise, she located his face and started kissing him. This time he let her take over, hoping a whiff of memory would come to her. She straddled him, continuing the kiss. She wanted him as

The sound of a soft lullaby woke her from her somewhat troubled sleep.She had been having unsettling dreams, she wouldn't admit they were nightmares. Just a certain feeling of uncertainty, like she was being warned about something from the past. Or something that was coming in the future.The nearest future, probably.She still dreaded the just-ended war. It was gruesome. Deciding not to start her day with that thought, she jumped out of bed to get ready for her daily meditation. It was the fuel that kept her day smooth and running. That made her feel light and happy.The only thing that was still keeping her in one piece.She brushed her teeth, made a smoothie, and put her hair in a bun. “Alexa play meditation playlist,” she said, laying her mat down.“Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.Find balance. Now, breathe.Let it out, the negativity, the bad thoughts, the stress.Release everything.”She exhaled as the medication voice ended.Now it was going to be a good

“Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera, Hera,....” Ares heard her more clearly as he moved closer to her. Panic is written all over his face. Was his worst fear coming true?Was her brain only picking up bits of the war?Why didn't she remember their love before the war?Was it not strong enough?Why was her brain choosing to punish him?“Hey hey, I'm here. What's going on? What did you see?” He asked concerned as he drew her to his chest, trying to calm her down.Tears started streaming down her face as she started sobbing.“Did you know her?” She raised her head as she asked, her eyes sore from sobbing.Afraid of what to answer, he rested her head back on his chest and rocked her, hopefully, to sleep while he contemplated on how to answer her.“Why do I remember the death of someone I didn't know?” She asked him again, this time she didn't look up.He was fighting off his tears too. He was afraid she'd feel it.“Don't worry, we'll make sense of it. You need to rest now.” He assured them while tryi

Mother Isis walked into her office, to say she was tired was an understatement. She adored her job, but she didn’t quite like the stress that cameAs a professor.Her love for science and literature has fueled her these past few years, bringing her to where she is currently.Being a professor had opened her eyes and mind to the possibility of peace and togetherness, she had spent the last five years teaching younger generations the truth she had found.She had barely sat when a knock sounded on her door, she wanted to rest. Standing for two hours wasn’t excellent for her aging body, and just when she thought she could have a break, someone was at the door to disrupt the quiet time she had planned for herself.“Come in,” she said, taking her glasses off and settling deeper into the chair.“Professor Hudson?” Of course, it was Mary, she always had this thing where she made Isis do a little after-class explanation for her.“Mary, I told you” Mother Isis whined, “ask your questions in cla

So many thoughts clouded Sara's mind as she showered. She hoped that they would truthfully answer all her questions about what she saw in her dream. What did it mean? She couldn't remember any war, or was it a blur? Something that happened and she couldn't remember? It could be, after all, she wasn't blind before and here she was.The scent of her coconut soap hit her nose. It comforted her, it brought back memories that were strange to her. Memories that felt familiar but nostalgic, leading her back to the dream she had. That scent was connected to whatever she saw in her dream. Hopefully, the explanation she was going to get would illustrate everything.Suddenly, she got a quick flash as she was drying her body. It was a time when she was in that same state and Hera walked in on her, and she shouted her name and told her to leave the room.Why did that name keep coming up in her mind? Hera.Who was Hera? And why was she so concerned about her death? She was just trying to grasp the