Daughters Of Hera

Chapter 6- NightSky

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The city of Polias was an aesthetically pleasing city, it's architecture reflected beauty and nobility. It combined strength and delicacy, leaves of olive trees fall, as the sound of soldiers in amour on patrol, fills up the air with clanging and stamping of metal swords and boots.

Corinthian orders stood valiantly in almost all of the city's building, owls hoot and flew in the night time.

The streets were a sight to behold then, lanterns were up around the walkway, brightly shining and illuminating radiance on the marble figures and woven handicrafts of Athena (goddess of wisdom, warfare, handicrafts) patron of the city, which decorated the entire city.

Lozen missed the beautiful sight, her prison cell showed nothing more than echoes of moonlight.

She missed it all, the strolls in the lit up streets, the beauty of the olive trees blooming.

Her life was in a limbo of Deja Vu, it repeated itself in a sequence, such that it became almost too easy to predict, the thoughts was what frightened her the most, they came and tortured her very soul with it's insistent, but the thought was the only thing keeping her from being lonely, from holding on to sanity.

Lozen stirs at the sound of someone approaching her cell, times like this wasn't best to be seen in, tears etched down her cheeks, she tries to hide them away quickly, before someone saw her.

The prison wasn't a place to be seen weak in, brutality was the keyword here, a lamp lit up the hallway leading to the cell in which she was in.

Lozen stares out from the cold iron bars that locked her inside, calming a bit down when seeing who it was.

"Warden Siah, what a lovely surprise," said Lozen, sarcastically. "Have you come for a nightly visit?, you know it's an absolute pleasure to welcome you in,"

"Ah! The ever sarcastic prisoner, looks like you've haven't had your fill of beatings today," said Warden Siah, her hardened face was blank with a frown.

"You wish warden, your leather whip turns me on you know, the way it causes pain is astonishing, I can feel it's hot sting in my skin every time you flog me," said Lozen curtly, with a grin on her face.

"Crazy girl!, There were whispers that you have gone mad, but I didn't believe them, but I didn't know being locked up in this hole all day have made you not so sane anymore," said Warden Siah.

"What is insanity?, but an illusion, a facade we put on for society, what if I am the sane one?, And you are insanity in reality," said Lozen theatrically, flinging her hands like in an elaborate performance.

"I do not understand the nonsense you speak,"

"How can you?, When nothing ever sticks to that brain in your ugly head warden."

"What did you say prisoner?, Was that an insult I hear, I really have to teach you a lesson or two on proper prison manners,"

"Oh please! Teach me," shouted Lozen. "I'll be an amazing student, I promise not to crush on your horrific face, maybe I'll teach you knowledge in return, so your brain without be as empty anymore,"

"How dare you insult me again?" said Warden Siah, angrily. "You'll soon learn an important lesson, never anger your jailer."

Warden Siah was blaring hot with temper, she could feel it in every fiber of her body, she scurried around for the keys to the cell, carrying her trusted right hand leather whip that instilled fear, pain into the prisoners bones.