One Bite ✔️ (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 27...

Antiope looked at her sister and her generals of the Amazonian legion; recently concluded a talk with the blacksmith god Ron (Hephaestus) about what they need to do and she had to convey it to her fellow Amazonian's quickly. Astoria and Blaise were there, but Ron sent them away saying he did not need their help. The Amazonians stood in a circle, their hands on their weapons, dark skin glistening in the Greek sun. They were so far from home, across a whole sea, fighting for an army for the same things they believe in. Normally, Amazonians wouldn't dare fight with the Greeks, but this time they were for the Greeks. The Amazonians that had died were glad Draco was their king for they feared what another god, much more prejudice against their kind, would do in his place. So they fought to keep it that way.

    "Sisters," Antiope called to her generals, "We are to help defend this beach. Taking Ron's (Hephaestus) toys, we line the beach with them, covering them with sand and fall back to the cliffs where we are to wait for the rest of Neville's (Poseidon) army and attack them in the passage ways up the cliff," Antiope dropped to her knees, her long swords as her pencil as she drew out the beach on the sand. The Amazonians gathered around her as she placed them each at different spots along the beach, "Hippolyta, take the north section, Phoebe beneath her, Otrera the middle, and Antianeria and Aello take the southern section. I'll be with Otrera to back her up. Am I clear?"

    "Yes, Antiope," they nodded and called out in response.

    After, they scattered, each returning to their legions except Antiope and Hippolyta. The sisters stood before each other, their faces hard and warrior like, "Meíne asfalís (Stay safe)."

    "Fysiká (Of course)," Hippolyta responded, her soft smile breaking through her hard outside, "We'll get through this. We won't have to repeat history."

    "Proséfchomai gia ti mitéra mas, den tha eínai étsi (I pray to our mother, we won't be that way)," Antiope nodded and then they were gone, the sisters running off in opposite directions.

    The Amazonians grabbed from a pile, a large bronze sphere that Ron (Hephaestus) had made for Harry (Zeus) during their fight with their father many centuries ago. The Amazons carefully buried the balls in the sand just as Neville's army touched down on the sand. They quickly ran back to the rest of the army hidden amongst the rocky cliffs. Ron waited patiently on top of the cliff, his blue eyes watching the army advanced across the beach, the wind running its fingers through his fiery hair. Antiope, Hippolyta, Phoebe, Otrera, Antianeria, and Aello rushed up the hill behind him, joining his side. The sound of the battle behind them was loud, but was soon quiet as the first explosion ran out followed by another and another. Ron's calm face turned into a terrible grin as he watched his toys tear Neville's army to shreds. The Amazonians behind him, also, broke into a terrible grin, their dark eyes glowing with revenge and the need to kill.

Explosions echoed across the beach, just as the god of the sea rose above the waves. He rode in a chariot made of bright silver, sea glass, and shells, two white horses pulling it into the beach. Ron noted that his wife, Luna, was nowhere to be found and was glad. It meant that not all of the immortals closest to Harry were with him. Harry and Ron, before Ginny threw him off Mt. Hogwarts, were best friends and did everything together. Ron knew that something was up with his once best-friend and that Hannah was behind it. He also knew that Hannah wouldn't do something like this especially against her own daughter. Hannah had changed a lot after she discovered Hermione had vanished and Ron wondered if something had happened to her in the meadow.

The last of the explosions echoed across the beach and Neville looked up at Ron, a soft look of regret echoing between each other. Ron sighed and nodded to Antiope who grew a wicked grin. She raced to the edge of the cliff and, raising her sword, she let loose a shrieking bird call. Beneath and within the cliff, she was echoed and out rushed the whole legion of Amazon's, dark skinned angels of death. Ron looked back at Neville who just lowered his head knowing what was coming. Clearly, Neville didn't want to fight, but something was keeping Neville here.

Neville raised his trident and his army surged forward again carefully in fear of Ron's toys going off. The Amazonians pushed forward, no fear in their eyes. The two armies clashed and the battle sounds cried and screamed louder across the landscape. Antiope and her generals raced down the cliff side like monkey's swinging through vines and joined their sisters in the fight. Revenge and anger flooded Antiope, Hippolyta, and Otrera's veins as their glistening, dark eyes fell upon the sea god behind enemy lines. Otrera looked at her two eldest daughters and nodded to them, Antiope and Hippolyta understanding. Antiope and Otrera pulled their swords out, Hippolyta unclipping her spear from her back. Then as quick as lightning, they were off across the beach slaying all who dared to cross their path.

"Neville!" Antiope growled as her sister and her mother joined her side before the sea gods chariot. Warriors around Neville backed away knowing that they couldn't take on the three queens and, so, went back to fighting the other Amazonians. Neville looked up at the tall, sharp, dark skinned Amazonian Queen who called out his name, his eyes going wide.

"Antiope?" his voice sounded broken and old which did not go unnoticed by the Amazonians, but revenge was too strong in their minds. Neville's eyes landed on the other woman warriors, "Hippolyta? Otrera?"

"Your sons have murdered us in cold blood," Otrera yelled at the sea king, "For sport!"

"And you killed my son!" Antiope growled, her sword twirling in her hands. Neville noted that she looked like some wild cat about to pounce, "Your grandson!"

Neville sighed and he looked down at the beach, "It wasn't me who killed my grandson and you, three queens," he looked up at them, "My sons were the ones-."

"You killed us!" Hippolyta screeched, sweat dripping from her brow, "And, now, we kill you!"

"You can't kill me," Neville responded with a small smile.

"We can try," Otrera smirked dangerously.