One Week

One Week

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What happens when you die saving a life? The gods of the underworld give you an extra week to live! Come on a crazy adventure full of events that will make you cry, laugh and be livid all at the same time! Enjoy 😝
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"Mother!" I called out, hoping for an answer. The screams of my people filled my ears. I felt tears go down my face as I begged for her answer. "Calliope! Big sister!" I cried, racing to the temple where I last saw them. Suddenly, I heard the chains of my father's weapon rattle. "Father!" I screamed, racing to the entrance of the temple and my eyes widened as I saw the horrific sight: bodies of the monks I used to play around with were slain and I saw as the hand of my mother's fall onto the stone ground. My big sister's limply looking leg was barely visible from the entrance. My eyes widened as I realized what had happened. I stared as the culprit began to mourn them and I glanced at my father's weapon, soaked in the blood of his victims. I was in shock, unable to speak, afraid that my father may kill me just like he did Mother and Calliope. I slowly backed away and threw down the necklace that father had crafted for me for that was no longer my father but a merciless murderer with a cold heart. Kratos. ******************************* My name is Adoni of Sparta, daughter of the Spartan General Kratos and the beautiful and strong Lyssandra. I had a sister named Calliope but... They're gone. My father killed them, traumatizing his other daughter as she ran away from the scene, afraid of her father, afraid that he may kill her in cold blood. Luckily, I was saved by the gods and goddess of my home, who have molded me into a strong, beautiful, fearless, intelligent and talented warrior woman. One who is perfect to take revenge on her father. Strong enough to kill him if needed but intelligent enough to get the answer to the question I desired to ask him: "Why did he kill our family?" #1 Ranking in #Sparta

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