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𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, her guidance wove a thread of life, pulling him from the abyss where destiny had cast him.
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𝐖𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 imgonnagetyouback ( taylor swift )
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THIS WAS NOT MY IDEA OF MEETING THE FAMILY.
From what I heard, meeting your girlfriend's family meant an uncomfortable dinner—not being chased by four metal ladies with spears while they produced what sounded like a Super Bowl crowd mixed with feedback.
I wasn't sure whether I preferred the uncomfortable dinner, or the death run.
We ran, tripping over stones, leaping over crumbled walls, dodging around columns and informational placards. Behind us, Nike's chariot wheels rumbled and her horses whinnied.
Every time I thought about slowing down, the metal ladies screamed again–what had Nike called them? Nikai? Nikettes?–filling me with terror.
I hated being filled with terror. It was embarrassing.
"There!" Camille sprinted towards a kind of trench between two earthen walls with a stone archway above. It reminded me of those tunnels that football teams run through when they enter the field. "That's the entrance to the old Olympic stadium. It's called the crypt!"
"Not a good name!" Leo yelled.
"Why are we going there?" Frank called. "If that's where she wants us–"
The Nikettes screamed again and all rational thought abandoned me. I ran for the tunnel.
When we reached the arch, Hazel yelled, "Hold it!"
We stumbled to a stop. Frank peered back the way we'd come. "I don't see them any more. They disappeared."
"Did they give up?" Camille asked hopefully.
I scanned the ruins. "Nah. They just herded us where they wanted us. What were those things, anyway? The Nikettes, I mean."
"Nikettes?" Frank scratched his head. "I think it was Nikai, plural, like victories."
"Yes." Hazel looked deep in thought, running her hands along the stone archway. "In some legends, Nike had an army of little victories she could send all over the world to do her bidding."
"Like Santa's elves," Leo said. "Except evil. And metal. And really loud."
Hazel pressed her fingers against the arch, as if taking its pulse. Beyond the narrow tunnel, the earthen walls opened into a long field with gently rising slopes on either side, like seating for spectators.
