The next three days went by pretty smoothly.
Balance levels stayed pretty much the same, considering Phoebe hasn't really forgiven anyone since her little outburst. None of us can really forget what happened.
It's almost as if it is a dark cloud that sort of hovers over our heads ready to send lightning down upon us at any given moment.
Bianca has been very worried about the possibility that Hera might show up and try to teach us a lesson.
Brianna claims that there is no way on Earth or in Hell that Hera would try to even lay a finger on us. If we become unbalanced, people begin getting sick. If it's bad enough, people die.
I walk towards my hammock of a bed and lay down. It's been a long day, and regeneration is much needed. As I trail off to sleep worrisome thoughts crawl into my mind.
I understand where Phoebe is coming from. I don't enjoy being a humor, but it is what I was created to do. It's what my sisters were meant to do. We have no way out of it.
It's a bit ironic isn't it? Phoebe cursed her creator. The one who thought the idea of Humors was splendid. She is essentially our mother.
Mothers punish their children don't they?
She wouldn't dare.
She wouldn't...
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Humorously Balanced
Science FictionThis story is about the Four Humors and their struggle to keep mankind alive when Hera challenges their power by attempting to kill one of the humors. The four humors are the four bodily fluids that Hippocrates and other doctors of Ancient Greece b...
