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Asclepius Point of View"My parents are Adalia and Hosur," he said, so I covered my mouth and said that my sister had a child.His mother is Adalia. Third generation Adalia: Adalia has been a servant since Queen Ram's place, followed by my mother and finally me."Nice to meet you, my friend," I said to my waiter. Liway smiled as if he understood what I said."My mother had many stories when she was still alive about the former queen of Krea, Queen Ram. Your mother followed suit. But I will take care of you." Liway still couldn't get rid of the smile on his lips."I didn't expect my good guardian to have a nehera." I squeezed Liway's hand and smiled.After a long conversation with Liway, he left holding the wine glass case.This special day is for everyone. Begin by drinking kielo (grape) juice and eating livena (bread)."Let's drink the kielo (grape) juice together." I raised the glass of wine when suddenly it fell into my hands.Clio, the Lycan werewolf, is a shamra, or leader of th
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Chapter 22Hesperus Point of ViewNight is a mystical time when the stars shine brightly in the sky, illuminating the darkness with their vibrant light. The moon holds great power in the Krea world, its phases dictating the ebb and flow of magic and mystery throughout the land.As the sun sets, creatures of the night emerge, ranging from mystical beings such as unicorns and centaurs to more sinister creatures like werewolves and vampires. The rustling of leaves and the howling of distant wolves can be heard as the night grows darker, adding to the eerie atmosphere.Magic is more potent at night, casting spells that glow brightly and flicker like fireflies in the darkness. Enchanted forests come alive with a cacophony of sounds as spirits, elves, and faeries come out to explore and play.The night in Krea is a time of dreams, visions, and prophecies. The veil between our world and the other realms grows thin, granting those who are brave enough to explore its secretsMy eyes glazed ove
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Third Person’s Point of ViewThe four goddesses of Krea stood on the rocky battlefield; their eyes locked on each other as tension filled the air. Hesperus, the god of the sun and ice, stood with his arms crossed, his eyes hard and cold, as she surveyed her sisters. Agathodaemon, the goddess of lightning, had an arrow knocked and was ready to fire, her bow steady in her hands. Hemera, the goddess of thunder, had her sword drawn, its blade glinting in the sunlight. And Blasphemer, the goddess of war, held nothing but a wicked smile on her lips.It had been building for weeks now. The goddesses had grown resentful of each other, each wanting more power and more influence over mortals and immortals alike. Hesperus had been locked in a bitter feud with her sisters, feeling as though they were constantly trying to undermine her.Now, finally, something had snapped. A petty argument had erupted into a full-blown battle, with the four goddesses trading blows and insults like furious Nehera (
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As soon as I felt the warmth on my skin, I knew that my slumber had come to an end. The sun was rising above the horizon, and its golden rays were starting to light up my small bedroom. I slowly opened my eyes, letting my vision adjust to the brightness of the new day.I got up from my bed, stretching my arms and legs as I did so. My muscles are stiff from lying in one position for so long. As I moved around, my long, curly red hair moved with me, casting shadows around me. I looked down at my body, noticing the simple white tunic that I had slept in. It was made from the finest linen, but it was far from the intricate garments that royalty wore.And yet, I knew I was different.I could feel it in my bones. There was a power that coursed through me—a power that set me apart from the other villagers. It was as if a flame was burning within me, waiting to come to life.I walked to the window, glancing outside. From my bedroom, I could see the small fields that lay beyond the village. Th
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Third Person’s Point of ViewAs she walked through the hallways of Mount Krea, Asclepius couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something was different about the atmosphere in her home, and she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. As the goddess of wisdom and strategy, Asclepius prided herself on her ability to analyze situations and come up with the best course of action, but this time she was stumped.As she approached Hesperus' throne room, Asclepius noticed that the door was open. This was unusual, as Hesperus was known for his strict adherence to protocol and would never leave his throne room unguarded. With a growing sense of trepidation, Asclepius cautiously peeked inside, only to find the room completely empty.It wasn't long before the rest of the gods and goddesses noticed that something was amiss. Blasphemer, the god of war, was the first to speak up."Has anyone seen my sword?" he bellowed. "I can't seem to find it anywhere.""I haven't seen it," replied Agatho
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Third Person’s Point of ViewAs soon as Agathodaemon finished speaking, there was a moment of silence as the other goddesses took in the information. Finally, Asclepius spoke up."Agathodaemon, can you give us more details about this 'darkness' you mentioned?"Agathodaemon nodded. "Yes, of course. I believe it to be a powerful force of evil. I cannot say for certain what it is or where it comes from, but I have been seeing signs of it everywhere I look. It is growing stronger by the day, and I fear it may soon be too great for any of us to handle on our own."Clio furrowed her brow. "This is concerning. We must do something to stop it before it's too late.""I agree," said Hemera. "But what can we do? We cannot simply go out and fight it. We need a plan, a strategy."Asclepius spoke up then, her gentle voice resonating throughout the chamber. "Perhaps we should seek the counsel of others—mortals, perhaps, or even other gods and goddesses. We cannot tackle this alone."The others nodde
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Third-person point of viewThe night air was chilly, and Asclepius wrapped her cloak tightly around her shoulders as she walked briskly through the streets of Krea. The world was asleep, and the only sounds were the faint rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional soft snore coming from a house or palace.As she walked, Asclepius contemplated the things she had learned from Hecate. The thought that she was a goddess, born from the union of Hesperus and Agathodaemon, was still hard for her to fully comprehend. But as she considered her newfound abilities, it all began to make sense.Her enhanced senses allowed her to pick up on every subtle sound, every subtle movement, and every scent in the wind. It was as if she had been gifted superpowers. And with these powers came a great responsibility.She stopped in front of a small temple and gazed up at the statue of her father, Hikaru. The image of the god was imposing, his features carved in marble with a stern expression. He looked
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Third Person’s Point of ViewHemera stood in front of her followers, her body bathed in the soft glow of the temple’s candles. She looked at each of her worshippers individually, taking in their offerings, their prayers, and their devotion. It had been weeks since she had returned from her solitary journey of reflection, and she had deemed herself ready to interact with her people again. But something was different. She could sense an aura of unease in her temple, something that seemed to lurk beneath the surface of her followers' adoration. It was as though they knew something she didn’t, something that threatened to unravel the very fabric of her beliefs.“Hemera, we are so glad to have you back with us,” one of her followers said timidly.“Thank you, my child,” Hemera replied softly. “I have missed you all.”The temple was abuzz with chatter as the followers began to congregate around her. Hemera took each of them in, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of trouble. She couldn’t