Pentagon

Chapter 34- Meetings

The next morning Olympia got up to see that Adara was still asleep but needed to be woken up for her classes so Olympia did just that.

Once woken up Adara rushed to the bathroom to do her morning routine. When she was finished she ran out of the bathroom in a periwinkle dress with white knee high socks and a white bow in the back. She bounced on her heels in excitement at the dress she was wearing. Adara asked Olympia to do her hair to which her mother agreed with a bright smile.

Olympia gently brushed her hair into a high ponytail and had left her bangs out laying gracefully across her forehead. With a a black butterfly hairpin sitting perfectly on her hair.

Adara squealed at her look and decided to finalize it with black dress sandals.

"Come let's get you to your classes." Olympia said, holding her hand out for Adara to take.

At their arrival downstairs Adara was scouped up by Terrence and spun around. Olympia laughed at her squealing daughter as she watcher her wrap her arms around his neck and roar in laughter.

Olympia knew that one day she would never be able to see her daughter smile like that in her physical form. She knew that her daughter would literally never be able to see her again after she was gone if she was to actually leave.

Olympia shook her thoughts away from her head and walked over to Terrence and placed a hand on his shoulder. He handed Adara to her and she took her to her classes.

"Now remember to be nice and pay attention Adara."

"Okay!" She said, determination pouring out of her body.

"Now go on. I'll see you when I get back" Olympia said, kissing her daughters forehead and ushering her into her classroom.

She said her good mornings to everyone as she headed up to her room to get ready for the long meetings to come.

When she was finished with her shower she looked at herself in the mirror.

Opening the towel just slightly to see a massive scar that ran across her abdomen. She got that when she first ran into the now late Grandmaster of Seroria. She wasn't lying when she said that Grandmasters have the power to kill her. She had.

Martha, the third Grandmaster of the Serorian sector of the organization. She was a boar headed middle aged woman with as much will to live as her bloodlust. She loved the concept of order through fear.

Olympia was given the task to go to Seroria to speak with her. The other Pillars wanted to stop this without having any bloodshed however not everyone felt the same.

Especially Martha. It took a great deal to fight her. Eventually killing eachother, only difference was that one was immortal. It took Olympia's body half a hundred years to come back to life.

She heaved a sigh and covered herself with her towel again and got out to grab her attire for the day.

Her attire consisted of a gold satin dress that came down to her mid thighs. A velvety red necklace rested on her collarbones. She left her hair in its natural state which was more curly than wavy.

She wore a pair of velvety red closed toed pumps with gold chains hanging from the back.

Her lips were gently applied with a bright red lipstic and her lashes lightly done up with mascara.

Once she was finished she headed downstairs to say goodbye to her family. Ross was talking to Aunt Rose while Terrence was reading a book in the living room. Ann and May were taking a shower in their rooms so Olympia decided it best not to bother them.