Surrender or perish?
Those words circled Hera's mind as she stood by her husband. Why was she so loyal to him when she hated him as much as he hated her? She didn't love him. It just occurred to her, she really didn't love him.
She could feel a sort of cathartic rumble in her stomach as she willed herself not to tighten her fingers around his naked neck. In the distance very faintly in the corner of her hearing, she could hear the steady and heavy beat of war drums. A sigh left her lips like the moan of tired violins. She felt like she was going to perish either way. The skies were grey and empty, she felt it fitting, maybe.
"What's the matter, my love?"
The question caused all her hairs to stand up on end as her husband crossed the floor to her side, he leaned down slightly searching her face. One hand was placed on her shoulder. The touch was supposed to give her comfort but his hands felt ice cold. His eyes didn't seem sincere.
His face looked tired.
That was the first time Hera had seen him look like that. This was the first time he had paid her any attention in private.
"Of course...my King."
Hera had no choice but to smile weakly. Zeus moved off again nodding already receding back into his own head. She knew when he did because the intensity of his eyes would fade. She remembered once upon a time she had thought his eyes were the most beautiful thing in the entire universe until he had snatched his innocence so cruelly from her.
She chose to surrender.
She was going to pick the right side this time round. Even if she would perish. She could see something coming over the hill , slowly.
"I have already perished."
The wind carried her confession out the world.
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The wars drums were echoing in your room. They had arrived and you knew your time had come. The moment you had lived and died for was here.
"Seven will be your downfall and eight will rise for the Revolution." Whispered to yourself as you stood upon that hill staring down and what you had once called your home.
Nour stood beside you tall and proud.
The universe become hushed, not a single sound could be heard.
And then...
"I am Queen Astra, goddess of Love and War; the guardian of the four winds and the Scythe of life, the rightful ruler of this universe and keeper of peace."
A declaration of war.
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