Daughters Of Hera

Chapter 23-Mystery girl

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Again the guards came and paired everyone present, as they stood up and scurried hurriedly out of the colosseum.

To the surprise of the twins they were paired differently from each other. Rode was chosen, with a pear-shaped vestal who talked a tad bit too much, to go towards the 'Flora of the white lotus', Rode told this to Tiki who assured her to go onwards and meet him on a certain point they both assigned.

She was handed a tray of pigs remains which smelled pungent and awful at the same time, the sun was no where to be seen in the dark sky and the talkative pear-shaped vestal which accompanied Rode wouldn't stop rambling about pastries.

"—To be frank with you I didn't see how the bread came to be," blustered the stout vestal. "I'm quite sure it was the goddess Demeter that baked the bread, along with the puddings to surprise me . . ."

Rode grunted with impatience. "Now why would a goddess bake a fucking cake for you? Is she that jobless?!" said Rode rudely. "Why not an actual wheat grain instead, that makes more sense than a baked cake."

The stout vestal let out a gasp, as she heard Rode blaspheme like a pirate.

"A vestal isn't permitted to swear!" she said.

"Really? Well there's a first time for everything," Rode replied sharply.

"Now as I was saying, the next day, again I smelled a fresh baked—"

"Oh mother Hera!" Interjected Rode. "If I hear about baked bread from your filthy mouth one more time, I swear by Aphrodite's cunt that I'll cut your tongue out and hang it around my neck like a fucking necklace."

Her companion was immediately quiet, mostly frightened by Rode's harsh tone, they walked on a soft path, where lumber houses stood valiantly at both sides.

Being confused, Rode asked "Where are we going to again?"

Scared to speak, the stout vestal announced, " On the path to the 'Flora of the white lotus.' Where the most astonishing pure lotus are grown, white as snow, stretched amongst a vast land, just fields and fields of white—"

"Did you just say white?" asked Rode. "I can't for the life of me stare again at that hideous fucking colour—"

"Oh! I'm sorry you feel that way. Well I can take your tray and spread them all by myself then, there's a junction up ahead, you could use it to go back," chimed the vestal, her voice was whiny.

Rode handed her the tray, "That's very kind of you really." she said.

"Oh! It's no bother at all," replied the vestal, pausing then continuing. "So then a freshly baked cake just up and about appeared in my kitchen, along with a baked bread and—"

Rode reached over and snapped the stout vestal's neck cynically, she watched as the vestal's body hit the ground, staining herself with the pigs remains on the trays.

"I told you not to talk about the fucking bread anymore!" thundered Rode, to the unconscious body, before walking past towards the junction still.

The night was young, a fresh air sprouted and glided a sweet fragrance of flowers tgat were saturated around the path; a slight variation of dandelions, purple hibiscuses and other plants mustered together unzoned, the colors again radiating the surroundings.