Moments later a sense of victory warmed the archers hearts, then in a long while Chilonis filled her sister in on all the happenings that had occurred to her.
While Chilton did the same, the story with the multi-color eyed deer stuck her as funny, mostly hilarious.
Chilonis was adamant to believe the patron goddess Artemis had come to her as a stubborn whiny girl, and although Chilton persuaded her that it was true, she still wouldn't believe it.
"So you're telling me that it was Artemis that healed me?" asked Chilonis.
"Yes sister, it was. She's definitely the one I saw in my dreams," replied Chilton.
"She's really intense if I do say so myself, and rather annoying if you ask me,"
"Don't say that sister! She might hear you."
"I think she'll find it really funny too, if she does hear it,"
"What now?" puzzled Chilton.
"The Herean games will start when dawn comes seven times from now, we shall journey to Juventas still, to finish what we started."
"For father?"
"Yes for father." answered Chilonis blankly.
"What should we do about Helena? Justice have to be served,"
"And it will be, I'll drag her here, you find some ropes." replied Chilonis. This they did.
Chilton thanked Mother Hera that her horse which did a vanishing act previously, was found by her sister on her way up the forested hill, and as they both climbed their respective mares she looked at her sister, not with an amusement but with a sentimental gesture of appreciation, then in low whispers did she thank Artemis who had answered her prayers, by saving her sister.
Soon they were on the road down the hill, heading east towards Juventas once more, passing the village of Zonares, the open fields of Lamott, resting then drinking from the springs of Jornandes, and upon the marshes of Zosimus did Chilton's mind became filled with curiosity that she blurted out a question.
"Why is there good or bad?" she asked.
Chilonis glanced at her sister slightly, before turning forward again, "Cause there have to be a balance. Love equals hate, light after each day turns into darkness, life ends in death. They aren't two different entities, they're one thing, so entangled and complicated that they look singularly." she replied.
"Who controls this, shouldn't it be the Mother Hera? why should she allow bad things to happen to good people, like Dacio and the poor saffron," questioned Chilton.
"People have choices. Mother Hera allows us to choose, good or bad. The consequences are ours to bear at all times." replied Chilonis.
"Why should she allow us to choose whatever we want? Can't the she mold us into mindless insensitive beings, lost to our emotions, so we could function automatically and do only good like she wants us to,"
"Consequences." said Chilonis, before pausing, "They should be consequences for everything we do. Mother Hera wants us to do good of our own freewill, to do what's truly in our hearts and worship her wholly free, even when our life lingers in such a balance,"
"That's cruel." said Chilton.
"Why surely do you say so?" asked Chilonis.
"Because she punishes us either way."
Chilonis was piqued, at her sisters reply, "Surely if we follow Hera's life rules we'll be better off, we'll be fine,"
Chilton shrugged before answering, "Yes, by fine you mean forced. To do her bidding only, what kind of freedom will that be? If we cannot do as we what, at any time we want to do it, if we cannot rules our selves,
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Daughters Of Hera
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