The Calm of Greece

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Train. Run. Observe. Calculate. Learn. That's all her mind could do at that moment. She had to gather all that she could to get where she needed to, to find those bastards and put an end to this ring. There wasn't time to waste, too many lives were at stake. But as she rounded the corner of the historical site of Lycabettus, she peered out over the land, awed by what she saw. There rose the sun, stretching its rays over the sleepy city below as she watched it. She had seen so many yet this one seemed to be...different.

Chatter filled her head as she willed it away, she didn't want those distractions. Hated it really. She knew what they were and what they would tell and show her, yet she didn't want it, just to work and get this all over with.

"Sit." a barking command came to her mind.

Oddly enough, she obliged as she plopped down on her bottom, eyes still looking over the capital.

"Relax." came another.

Feriah sighed, knowing that it was inevitable. Those strange dreams had just gotten worse since she set foot in the nation two weeks ago and now, it was just easier to let them speak. Closing her eyes, she felt herself calm and fall into a serenity that just made her soul become alive. With a gentle wind, she felt time slip away. She knew what this was and it still boggled her mind when she opened her eyes to the view.

The sweet scent of daffodils, hyacinths, and gladiolus came to her as the world seemed to stop moving. And there was only one person that had that flowery smell.

"Nice to see you again." her melodic voice called to her.

This was where she called herself insane, talking to a woman that doesn't even seem to exist was just killing her along with the fact of her dreams, she understood why Father Jabari asked if she was alright half the time, made perfect sense. Yet when Feriah opened her eyes, it wasn't the Greece she was just staring at.

Standing up, she turned to look behind her and sure enough, there stood the woman. Her cream chiton accented her body perfectly as the gold hues within seemed to just brighten her even more as those dazzling green eyes looked at her. Her hair was free this time, waving lightly in the breeze that was before them, lifting the scent back to Feriah.

"I'm glad you actually listened this time." she smiled.

"Still think I'm insane." Feriah replied, "People don't normally see this."

"Yet you are not, child." she smiled and began to walk away.

"Hey, I'm not a child." she snapped.

In truth, she used the women in her dreams, the dreams itself to escape the hell she lived and endured during those dark days. It was her only saving grace before wanting to just give up.

"I'm aware." she said as Feriah got to her side, "Yet in some ways you are."

Feriah followed the woman as they ventured the large stone buildings and listening to the men speak around them, great knowledge being gathered and shared as each one of them found something else or thought of a great idea. It was intriguing really, it was these little visions that gave her the idea of escaping, listening to these visions as they spoke of so many things.

"Want to tell me why I'm here again?" Feriah asked.

The woman smiled, "Why not?"

"I can think of many reasons why not to be honest. All this does is prove that I'm insane and-"

"What? Need to be locked away?" she smiled at her, "No, you're not insane. There are others like you."

Others? Well, yes in a way she was right there, there were others like her out there that were just like her but different stories, yet this half, well, if there were, they were mostly locked up or dead already.