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Athena
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As the Lady of Love spoke and then raised herself up, Athena was reminded of her sister's ever present beauty. One did not simply say that Arabella was not beautiful, because she just was. And it was this same beauty that never ceased to catch Athena's eye for while the War Goddess saw in herself strength, courage, determination and all those other noble characteristics, she did not see Beauty. Mortal philosophers had stated time and time again the very thing you want most is usually always the thing you can never achieve and this was true in this case. Deep down Athena wished to be acknowledged as being at least pretty, if not beautiful, but it was never so. Another thing she kept from her siblings because she saw it as weakness and the War Maiden could not ever be weak. She had to be the pillar of strength at all times because if some tragedy fell on them she must be strong enough to pull them all out of it. Thus arose another attribute that Arabella had. Her compassion for others.

Her she was, ready to lend an ear to Athena's plights and frustrations, when she had her own. It was tempting. Athena had never let anyone see what was really going on in her head. Athena had projected herself as this proud, fearless warrior Goddess and she was curious as to how someone would react if they knew the truth. But not curious enough to make it so. Lady Arabella would not hear of Athena's faults and weaknesses, only of the dream.

And with that Athena told Arabella of the dream. She told her of the two human mortals, the brother and his sister who were on their way home. She tols her of the bridge and how they were forbidden from crossing it, how the brother disobeyed, and how the sister tried to drag him back over and how the bridge gave and the girl fell into the river of tar that the stone bridge was built over. Athena told Arabella everything she remembered of the dream and when her story was over she asked her sister.

"So what do you think? Could this be tied to what is occuring now or is it just a dream?".

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The Exiled Prince
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It was a fortunate thing that the servants of Sargon had told them to stay their blades, had they not every one of them that could wield his weapon would have attempted to slay the creature they knew not as a lycan but as a werewolf. It's transformation to human form caught the eyes of the Novgordian men but when they realized it was a woman, a nude woman, they hastily averted their eyes. The lady the four called Alana spoke of rising spirits and a coming war but as much as they knew the only war was between the Orcs and the Elves. It seemed unbelievable but then again a God, Sargon, had said a war was coming and there were none amongst them that would doubt the words of a God.

Naturally Knights like those present would like to partake in this war and fight to ensure that good triumphed over whatever darkness came but Gunter quickly intervened before any could offer their sword to the cause. "Then I must apologize and remove my offer from the table. If this is true we must find a way to warn my father and if my men are to make the journey back to Novgord soon, we'll need all of our supplies.". Gunter then turned and begun to walk, motioning for his men to do so as well.

"M'Lord if such a war is coming to Lograine should we not_".

"The Servants of Sargon can handle themselves, our duty as Knights and citizens of Novgord is to protect our home and if such a war is coming then we must make sure our home is safe.", the Prince replied not even looking over his shoulder to the man who spoke to him.

"But you are exiled! If they see you in Novgord they might hang you or worse!", another added.

"Surely my father would understand given the circumstances and if not, then I shall consider my death within Novgord as my redemption.".