
Quiet, calm, content. It was the mantra Phoebe recited to herself throughout the day. The mantra that kept her mask firmly in place. Inside, a violent storm rages. A fire that burned with the ferocity of one-thousand suns, hidden from those around her that would place their chains upon her. In a world that waits impatiently for the next direct contact with Ares, God of War, Phoebe hides her true nature. However, masks can slip, and fate always has its way eventually.All Rights Reserved