SACRIFICE TO THE MOON (Completed) #Wattys2020

CHAPTER 45

Athena summoned her blade but Orion was unfazed, she swung the blade with force but the king of Atlantis grabbed the blade with his bare hands and broke it clean in half.
A punch from Orion sent Athena to the ground. He spotted Freya charging towards him from afar, Orion scoffed in annoyance as he retrieved his dagger from his armour.
He allowed the grand commander itch a bit closer before throwing his dagger.
The dagger flew true and struck her in the septum.
Instantly, Freya fell to the ground.
Orion threw Athena over his shoulder and returned to his father.
Poseidon inspected a defeated Athena with satisfaction. He turned to Atlas.
"Capture them all".
Atlas nodded meekly and with that both Poseidon and Orion vanished.
Atlas had the army round inhabitants of the moon and take them captivate.
With his powers, he circled the moon ensuring everyone was captured.
He made his way into the tunnels, his powers led him to the hidden lever.
He tugged on the lever and the door to the secret Hall creaked open.
He walked inside and all his eyes met were terrified looks of women and children.
Quietly, he stepped out of the hall and tugged on the lever which in turn closed the door thus disobeying his father's orders.
The high priest of Athena, an old fragile man who had served in Athena's temple for sixty-five years was out side the sacred sanctuary offering prayers to Athena when he heard a loud band inside Athena's sanctuary.
Horrified, he made haste into the sanctuary and there, he encountered horror for on the altar lay a man who seemed to have been beaten half to death.
Tentatively, the aged priest approached the altar, he inspected the man the more he inspected, the more his dread magnified.
He knew by heart all the children he sacrificed on the altar, he could remember this man from twenty-five years ago, he was just a baby then taken by the goddess Athena.
"Get me a healer" he yelled in his shrill voice.
Immediately, a healer was ushered into sanctuary.
Waya was taken from the altar and placed on the ground so the healer could tend to him
The healer was a young girl, a prodigy in the art of healing. She knelt beside a  battered and seemingly unconscious Waya.
She took from her acupuncture kit a few needles, she held out Waya's arm and attempted to drive the needle into his tissue but the needle broke on contact with Waya's flesh.
The old priest was perplexed
"Try another needle" he Ordered the girl..
In obedience, the girl drove another needle against Waya's flesh and again, the needle broke on contact.
The old priest turned to one of the minor priest.
"Bring me the orb".
The orb was a mystical artifact used to detect beings of all categories.
Red meant Human.
Green meant demi god
Yellow meant immortal.
Gold meant god
And white meant amortal
The said orb was brought to the high priest of Athena.
The old man received the orb with trembling hands.
He brought the orb close to Waya and immediately the orb radiated gold.
The old priest couldn't believe it, he was standing in the presence of a living god.
"What do we do master" one of the minor priests asked.
"He shall recover, all he needs is rest".
Deep in the realm of the seas, Athena was bound in enchanted shackles and chained  like a mere prisoner.
She wasn't scared, he just felt sorry for her warriors who were bound with her.
Her gaze fell on Freya who had fainted due to the excessive loss of blood.
A part of her felt sorry but another wanted to strangle her to death for being a beneficiary of Waya's love.
Then she felt it, Poseidon, he was coming.