Daughters Of Hera

Chapter 24-Fireflies

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Moments go by, like a stream, sometimes fast and pure, most times slow and stagnant.

As much as Rode tried to hate the mystery girl, she couldn't quite understand why her eyes never left the girls playful face, or her tasteful lips, or the way her short hair bounced as she spoke, so barely entranced was Rode that she stood there, zoning out of reality.

"Meanie!—Meanie!" shouted Guero, trying to bring back Rode's attention. "Why'd you run back to beat them?"

Rode stumbled back into reality. "Beat who?" she said.

"The guards, you know."

"Well, let's say there's an unconscious vestal that's lying about somewhere. I'll be held responsible if she's found,"

"Aww! You knocked out a vestal! That's so badass, I never had any good emotions towards the moralist too," said Guero, her face suddenly turned serious. "I know a place we could lay low for the night, annoying but okay to hide,"

"Okay." said Rode.

"Annoying!"

"What is?"

"Don't ever 'okay' me ever again!" blustered Guero surprisingly.

Rode was stroked short of words, she resorted only to nodding frantically. Watching the mystery girls arse jiggle as she walked carefree, now adorning the diamond necklace.

Thoughts are perculiar things, but to Rode emotional thoughts were a quaint endeavor in her mind, and trust—trust was the enemy according to her.

But as Rode's tired legs strained to walk again, she realized trust was what she had for Guero, why? That answer hasn't dared to come to her yet.

Although the hideout wasn't far-away from where they once stood, the house to which Rode was brought to, was probably were rats came to die, due to the smell that oozed from the wooden house before Rode, some parts of it were broken, but it looked sturdy, and not likely to wreck itself upon Rode that night, the house was protected by a high fence, which Guero scaled through effortlessly as she climbed over it.

"C'mon meanie!" she screamed. "The house is empty. The owners not around!"

"Give me a moment." concluded Rode, then she waited to hear Guero's footsteps to fade before she turned around, held her right arm high in the air, then she clenched her fist,  and as she did four figures appeared.

They had been following her previously, dressed in matte black, matching the darkness of the night, they had mask on which covered part of their faces, leaving only their eyes bare, with a cloak on that hid their overall face, they were simply spies.

Rode gazed at them before speaking. "Her name is Guero. Find out everything you can about her, I want Intel on her soon." she said.

"Yes, Lady Rode!" they whispered in unison, before vanishing again into the night.

Rode climbed over the fence.

The compound which she leapt into was pitch black, grasses received her feet as she landed softly.

The front door was open into the wooden house, although she couldn't see much, she headed towards it.

The room she entered was empty, as she glided away spider webs not caring about the octagonal masterpiece it weaved, there were dried leaves which hissed as she walked solemnly.

It all looked quite spooky, a turned back seat was at the room end, dusty with webs on it, a figure sat on the chair, gray hair was all Rode could see from the figure, floorboards creaked as she walked slowly, she called out. "Hey! Is anyone here?!" she asked, but silence resonated no answer, so braved up and turned the chair around.