Borne From The Storm [Creating Greek Myths]

Chapter 9: Accusations

[Author's Note: I am sososososo sorry guys. Really. I am awfully upset that I haven't been updating my stories often. I am updating this just before my March 'Hols' end. Well, you know, the typical 'hols' are here but we merely think it as a 1 week break that's it. Looking forward to June though XD. However, guess what!? I just got my laptop at last! Now I can write my chapters with more ease. Yippeee!!!!! Also a big thank you to all my readers! I have got 500+ readers, just half of the number away from my goal!!!! So here's the thing. I have a teeny weensy surprise to all of you once the readership hit 1k. Or at least, I am still planning thus far. I am not going to tell you all yet but shout outs this chapter as I have promised. Oh and Ambrosia_Butterbeer, I hope I managed to fulfill that last request!]

A dark figure leap from roof to roof, pausing every once in a while to glance at a particular lit window. It jumped to the floor and prowled, circling the window. Once it got close, it leaped in and... The light went out. Silence.

I shot up awake breaking out in cold sweat and glance around. Good. Still in my bed. Visions have been disturbingly real and it had on several occasions found me spread wide-eagle on the floor, mouth opened in ,what I assumed, terror. The past few weeks I have dedicated it to learning and building a stronghold of mine. I patronize several gods and goddesses in their duties and learn the way they do their arts. I am dog tired. Yes I am. The past few days I have had run out all my energy and enthusiasm. I need my sleep. The longer, the better. Silently, I mutter to myself an amateur rhyme where I have been reciting everyday to prompt me back to sleep. And, it always works.

Gentle Slumber

Must have Its Way

Sweet Slumber

Shall have its Say

The dark figure leapt out again, this time dragging something behind it. It paused to dragged the something around its shoulders and shot away into the night. Down the streets, past an alley, around a lane, dive into an avenue and whipped into another open window. Seconds later, it reappeared and shot off. It did this repetitively in the exact same fashion until a small crater greeted it. Conscience kicked in. My castle.

I shot up straight, panting. Could it be true? I sprang out of my bed to peer into my scrying bowl. 

Past, Present and Future,

I shall see

Shed your veil

Present reveal the Harm and  Ill!

Sure enough, below the rippling of my scrying oil, a dark figure showed up prowling the perimeters of the structure. I frowned in disapproval and recited another rhyme to magnify the image. I managed to glimpse a frail shriveled man lying unconscious wrapped around the dark figure before it seemed to gasp and whirled around to shoot something from his palm. I leaped back in shock as my scrying bowl exploded into ceramic shards. It left me without any doubt. I have an unwelcome visitor. I scurried down my corridor into my spell casting library where all rhyme are open for me to use. Quickly, I scanned through and found one seemingly stupid rhyme to test my visitor's target shooting.

Nails of Steel,

Fly at full tilt!

Pierce the foe

Or prick his toe!