Rise of Ouranos (ReWrite)

Chapter 9

The usually always-giggling-sometimes responsible-Summer-goddess Ayola was behaving like a girl ready to puke and a bunch of nerves. She nervously held her Katana, barely able to hold it.

Of course, that was not what her Fall counterpart, Geiropya, was doing. She was sharpening her new scythe, with full concentration. War was imminent and both seasons had to be ready for anything. More Ayola than Geiropya, as her spirit and personality weren't that violent. Besides, though Geiropya had the power and knowledge to go to war, Ayola didn't want that the entire light was on her partner all the time. As the season of sunshine and no clouds, she always had to be the center of attention.

"You take care of Kore, while I deal with Khione." Those were Geiropya's words and Aloya was planning on follow them till the end. She knew she wasn't as experienced. And neither was sweet young Kore, who was more versed in growing flowers like dear-old-Mommy, Persephone.

However, the silence and the lack of gossiping prior to the battle was killing Ayola. Not literally.

"Would you mind?!" Geiropya scolded her, once her foot tapping had become annoying.

"Sorry." She apologized, biting her nails. Then, horrifying herself she bit her nails. "Um, so you think they'd come here...?"

"The note was clear, Ayola..." Geiropya explained, trying not to lose her patience. They had received a note from Khione, to see her in some exact point to either join her or be defeated by her. Although Ayola didn't want to face Khione and was pretty sure going to flee to never be found again, Geiropya found her before she could put her plan into action. "You're not backing away, do you?"

"Of course not!" Ayola admitted. "But, won't you think they had like, um... a contingency plan?"

"You're saying..."

"Wow, cousins... Never believed you were coming..." Khione's cold voice finally appeared, before she revealed fully. She was standing in front of them, while Kore, also armed, appeared behind them.

"Kore, hi!" Ayola couldn't restrain herself, before Geiropya nudged her side. "Sorry..."

"Enough with the chitchat, Khione!" Geiropya snapped at her. "You know this is madness and you know I'll never agree with you... Just tell me why, so I can tell you how your pathetic enterprise will fail!"

"And give away my plan so fast? Do you really think I'm that stupid?" Khione argued with her, getting ready for the fight. Geiropya wasn't left behind and faced her. Both knew it was gonna be a rough battle. Khione brandished her shields, the perfect circles attached to her gloves. She smirked, as a blade flickered out of where her knuckles would be on both shields.

"Do we have to fight, Kore..?" Ayola tried to dissuade Kore. Neither was built for a fight and both of them knew it. "Why don't we sit to the side, eat some tea with cookies and watch those two...? We don't have to agree..." Kore gripped tightly her weapon, a simple, elegant spear, she gripped it as if she was trying to concentrate or choose what to do. Her shield was far more defensive than Khione's, which were razor tipped, but Ayola's were simple and defensive, attached to her forearm.

"I'm sorry, Ayola..." Kore apologized, looking down. "But, Khione promised that if I didn't do what I was suppose to, I'd be sorry..." It was obvious that Kore didn't want to do it, but was ready to everything.

All Ayola wanted was to be painless and that everyone ends up alive.

~oOo~

Keto watched as Tartarus prepared the things for the ritual. Phorcys watched as well, not knowing what to do as well.

Resurrecting Hydros was a complicated ritual, as he hadn't been chopped in pieces like Ouranos. Or locked away like Tartarus. Which is why Tartarus was being such a perfectionist into making this ritual. Once Tartarus was satisfied with the work he had been doing, he began chanting different words in a language that Keto could not identify herself.