CHIMERA

Chapter Five After gathering supplies and fresh food, Elias and Petra prepared to leave again. However, a problem had arisen. “Where in Olympus are we going to put all the rest?” Petra said, after they had fit as much as possible into their packs. Elias scratched his head. “We can’t return it, we’ll need all of it if we are to have a chance at defeating the Chimera.” He sighed. “But I suppose we’ll have to.” Petra shook her head. “There’s got to be a way. I want to be prepared.” “And prepared you shall be, luv.” A deep Athenian accent came from behind them. Whirling around, Petra and Elias saw two people. The man who had spoken, had sparkling grey eyes and curly amber hair framing high cheekbones with tan skin. His companion was a short, slender young woman with deep set black eyes and thick, long hair, one side black and one side white. The two looked vaguely familiar to Petra, but she couldn't’ place where she’d seen them. “Who are you?” Elias voiced Petra’s tho...

Chapter Four Elias waited several long minutes before pulling himself out of his thoughts and setting Petra on a pile of straw. He laid back against a tree, staring up at the sky. He sighed, watching the stars above. His eyes glazed, and he felt the sky swim beneath his gaze. Elias recognised the signs of a vision surfacing. He let his brain begin to fuzz, and the unearthly voice began it’s un-decipherable chant. Images flashed, of power, importance, and… Death. Terrible, painful death.  They went on and on, in an endless stream. His mind reeled at the rush of information, but one word caught his attention. He sucked in his breath. Lona. Lona. Lona. The chant shifted, and all he could see was that name. His mother’s name. He pushed the other images out of his head and focused.   Lona. Death. Pain. He cried out and sat up at the realization. His mother was going to die. Without him. “Um, are you alright?” Elias blinked and looked up to see Petra, still g...

Chapter Three Elias watched Petra out of the corner of his eye. Curious, he mused while she spoke to the king, how she kept up the royal facade while in the midst of such danger.  It could keep her alive or kill her. She was different, aye, from the many other poor souls he had assisted in various journeys. The girl had that survival instinct and cunning that not many in his time had been. It intrigued him. He shook those thoughts violently from his head. She was merely a passing moment in his immortality. It simply didn’t do to expect anything more. When they were dismissed, he bowed deeply to the king and exited.  He and Petra headed for the stables. She stopped abruptly, causing him to trip over her heels. When she did not continue walking he bumped her. “What is it?” He asked. She turned to face him. “I don’t wish to delay this conquest, but I don’t believe it’s wise for me to leave like this.” She motioned to her dress and shoes. “It may slow us down.” Petra looked up...