Flames. Towering far above six metres, they lit up the thick blanket of night sky with their light, shining brighter than the stars of Olympus, a last revenge from Prometheus to the gods above.
Ashes. That was what the lively, bustling village had b...
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We've been glaring at each other ever since reality struck. Well, for him, that is. I'd already gotten over the initial shock of the sudden turn of events, but, to be fair, I did have more time to adapt than he did.
'My name is Ignatius. I'm your new lead Hero.'
Ever since those words left my mouth, we've been trying to stare the other down, neither willing to back out because submission, on my part, meant defeat and rejection of my new position. On his part, it meant acceptance of change, acceptance of the truth, but most importantly, acceptance of the reality.
C'mon, Sylph, there's no need to make this so damn hard. The thought ran continuously through my head, as though on an infinite advertisement loop. I longed to transfer the thought into audible words to throw at the smug Hero, but I knew that it'll only make him hate me even more.
Take it easy, Iggs. Same way you would train a Roman Lion. Let it get close to you, familiarise itself with your habits, before exerting authority.
I blew my most recent breath out through my nose, purposefully increasing the intensity of my glare.
Never once did he break eye contact. Not even when the familiar sound of my phone's alarm began to blare continuously, its harsh rings domineering and resolute.
A single glance at my watch told me that it was time to start preparing for the Prefect's Dinner, an event that required the attendance of the Lead Hero- which would be me. Lifting my eyes to once again meet his dark, conflicted ones, I raised an eyebrow.
"Sylph, you have until seventeen-thirty to meet me in front of the main entrance, where my chauffeur will be taking us to the Dinner. Your attendance is required. Tardiness and insubordination will result in your immediate imprisonment, which I will issue without a second glance back. Good day." Ducking my head to fit below the small frame of the stairwell, I straightened my back, rolled my shoulders, and lifted my head- signs of confidence, all of which my new post would require.
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It took about ten minutes before Sylph managed to make his way to the limousine, slightly out of breath but still immaculately dressed in a pristine, navy blue suit, hair slicked back into a neat little bump on his head apart from the few wavy strands that floated near his ears like aimless jellyfish. I watched as he approached the black Maserati, wordlessly slipped into the seat beside mine with barely a disinterested glance over before staring stonily ahead. Knowing that that was the maximum interaction he'd be having with me for the day, I signalled the chauffeur to start the engine, and thus we began our ride to the centre of the Prefecture- Noctis.
