Prologue

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490BCE, near to Athens

Where was Apollo when she needed him? Asshole. Her retinue of nymphs lay dying, their moans of pain punctuated by the shrieks of the creatures consuming them. Her shy dryads, and her primary lieutenants, all felled by the savage attack. By the gods, she would avenge Dryope, Chrysopeleia and the others, if it took her an eternity.

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