Part 4

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She leads me out the forest, and when we are free from the suffocation of the massive trees, the suffocation worsens.

These odd-looking, horseless chariots roam the ground in single lines, one chariot behind the other. They possess light at the front, and make extremely deafening siren-sounds. My heart races due to the severity of my nerves. The lady kindly insists me to follow her, but I back away, my timidity consuming every inch of me.

"What's the matter?" She questions, spinning around to face herself to me. She looks up, concern filling her eyes.

I am very much bigger and taller compared to her size. She doesn't seem to be able to reach the top of the tree, but I can do it without an issue.

Without using my words, I shake my head, indicating that I can't go any further. She begins to move closer, her neck bending back the closer she comes and the higher she looks.

"It's okay. I'll help you." She smiles. She begins to slip an arm through mine, her hand wrapping around the bend of my elbow. She sticks to my side like honey and gives me another reassuring smile. Her smiles are beginning to calm me down, however, I'm still not certain about the situation.

We walk out the forest, and back into the busy mixture of chariots, all different colours and sizes. We then turn left, and walk down an isle made for us to walk. Other people of similar size as her walk past us, and give me strange looks. They give me looks of awe, confusion, disgust, you name it. I can see the difference. They wear tighter, shorter and/or more revealing clothes, or they blanket themselves up like they are trying to hide something. They are also all very short and smaller in build than me. Their hair ranges in length, from all the way down at the knees or as short as getting rid of it all, completely. I stand out like a lightning bolt on a cloudy day. My hair is far too long, and I'm wearing a dress handmade by the Gods that Ersa snuck to the cave. The lady's jacket is covering my wings comfortably. Speaking of wings, it doesn't look like anyone else possesses such feature, either.

I really am not of their land.

"It's okay. Just ignore them." The kind lady tells me. I'm beginning to grow attached her to, now. But considering the unknown location, she's the only person who helped me.

-"I'm Bonnie Philip. Call me Bonnie, or even Bon, if you'd like!"

What a strange name. I have never heard anything like it. But, it's nice to hear something new for a change. It's a nice name!

"You have a lovely name." I mumble. The further we walk away from the forest, the quieter the atmosphere becomes, so she can hear my quiet mumble.

When I look down, she giggles.

"Thank you! And you? What's your name?" She asks.

It strikes a chord in me. I've never known my name. Ersa, Apollo and the others always called me 'Dear', but I doubt that can be considered a name. It's more of a short name, one a mother would call her daughter-

Mother...if only she were here right now. Stroking my hair with her bony but loving hands, telling me that everything's going to be okay. Ever since Ersa told me what happened, I had the urge to fly to Olympus and kill Ares myself. But Ersa urged me not to. I see her reasoning. It's because I'll get myself killed, as well.

One day. Just one day, I'll defeat Ares and avenge my mother-

"You alright?" Bonnie responds. I return to consciousness, and find Bonnie's face in a state of worry.

"Y-yes." I quiver.

-"Bonnie, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure about what my name is. At Olymp- I mean, where I'm from, no one called me a proper name. They've called me a short name, which was 'Dear'."

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