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"250 years amounting to this moment..." a voice grinned, seeming to move things around.
The sound of clanking and pouring water echoed within the room, slowly waking you up.
"My patience has been rewarded..."
You fluttered your eyes open, the golden rays of morning ushering you back into the land of the living.
'Huh?'
"Hello, my child," a woman greeted, a warm smile on her face as she approached your bed, "You gave me quite the scare there. The prophecy never told you would land in such rough shape."
Your eyes shot wide, the images of Sabaody all rushing back.
Pacifistas.
Sentomaru.
Kizaru.
Zoro.
You yelled, frantically sitting up and looking around.
It seemed as if you were in a temple.
Marble floors and columns, and ornate, hand carved designs bordering their edges, the place felt ancient.
As if you went back in time.
A torch rested on each column, and across the room, a huge shelf filled with all sorts of herbs and plants rested, along with a work table covered in books, mortars, and other old medicinal equipment.
It was a beautiful sight, but not one of importance.
"How am I alive? Where am I? What is this place? How did I get here? I have to leave! I gotta get back to Sabaody!"
"Calm yourself, dear. You are safe now," the woman insisted, pushing you to lay back down with a single hand.
She was strong, confidence and grace rolling off her atmosphere.
'Damn.'
Now able to calm down and look at her, you could almost immediately tell that she was not of this world.
Not exactly, at least.
She looked to be in her fifties, and her toned, tanned skin was littered with battle scars, their freshness varying.
Clad in Grecian battle armor, her helmet lay dormant next to her chair, her golden yellow hair cascading effortlessly down her back.
"Who are you? And where am I?" You asked, curious.
She smiled, placing an ancient-looking dish on the wooden nightstand, wringing out a rag before beginning to pat your forehead.
"I am Antiope, Daughter of Ares and Keeper of Polyaigos (poy-ah-goes)," she stated, softly, as not to scare you.
