Chapter 12

Hesperus Point of View

"I made a mistake because I wasn't god enough for the Krea. I wasn't able to fight the enemies and save the Krea."

"I know what you're thinking; even God like us makes mistakes. We make wrong decisions, and our hearts dominate," he explained.

A golden table appeared in front of us; it was covered with a white cloth and a thick red handkerchief. My eyes widened because I like wine.

I haven't been drinking for a long time because of my long sleep. I thought nothing would disturb my sleep.

But it turns out that Krea will also wake up later because of the missing key.

"The wine from my room is very sweet; the wine tastes even better if it is accompanied by livina (bread)," he praised his wine.

That's right, wine tastes better if it is stored for a long time indoors.

He drank wine from a small cup placed on the table. He scooped up the cup again so that I could get some wine.

"Oh there, strengthening the bones and strengthening the body so that you like to fight," I smiled bitterly at him.

"Doje ibwa God that Metaia (thank you very much)." I held the piece carefully because if you don't hold it right, it will break.

While I was inspecting the wine in the kupita, I realized that my left hand flashed where my sun power was.

My power warned me. There is danger if he drinks the cup with alcohol.

"Save the Krea from evil; destroy the enemies."He happily spoke to me, which immediately made me frown.

That's when I smirked when my power realized that he was deceiving me.

"What, and you don't seem to be drinking the wine I gave you?" His smile disappeared and was replaced by a question.

"Do you not trust me? And what did you think of me—that I would poison you?" He put his shot glass on the table, and now he's looking at me.

"I trust you, but I never mentioned that you poisoned it," I said firmly before setting the shot glass down on the table.

"But why don't you want to drink what I offered you?" he asked, knowing that he was lying.

You can see in his eyes that he is hiding something. The person in front of me could be an impostor. He will deceive everyone, but not the god like me. He will not like what I will punish him for.

"How can you be sure you won't poison me?" I replied angrily to him.

I don't know if I'm just rolling my eyes or not. Because I saw the wine turn blue.

I took the cup with only wine and gave it to him.

"Why don't you drink the wine you offered me first? When we prove that you are not really poisoning me," I ordered, raising my eyebrows as he swallowed.

He laughed mischievously and took the cup from me. "I'll show you that I'm not poisoning you," he bragged. Even though I can see in his expression that he is only forced.

He still didn't drink the wine, and he was just breathing steadily.

"Don't drink that wine!" faintly said a familiar voice in the distance.

In a quick incident, I saw my eldest brother standing near where God Metaia was.

Using Asclepius's weapon, he quickly injured his back and face. God's eyes glinted before disappearing.

"It can't be; you ruined my plan, God of death!" he shouted in anger.

"I swear to you, one day evil will rule the world of Krea; it's coming." It laughed madly. Before disappearing completely.

Even I was overwhelmed by the whole incident. Just a while ago, I was hugging that god that I thought was the true God, Metaia, my uncle, but it turned out not to be.

The weapon he gave me was not really a real weapon, but an illusion. It is a big snake. It jumped and crawled away. It later turned into water.

"He is not the true God Metaia; God never talks in dreams. This cell is just the power of a powerful being," it explained at length.

I frowned at what he said. I held her face tightly.

"Are you really true?"

I asked him a question and pinched his back.

"You don't have a wound; your wound healed very quickly." I complimented him.

"Hekada, if I hadn't slept, I wouldn't have been able to save you from harm." He even rolled his eyes.

"Are you alive?" I asked happily.

I even slapped his cheek to see if what I was seeing was really true.

"Yes, I'm alive. Because Hemera removed the dagger from my back and I was treated,"He said it angrily, which immediately made me happy.

"You're alive!" I hugged my oldest brother because no one can imitate his behavior.

Her attitude is rude.

"Yes, I'm alive. Hekada! I'm immortal, so how can I die?" Even though I can't see his expression, I can imagine his eyes rolling and mixed with annoyance.

"You're my Ilra (sister); they can't imitate your good manners," he choked.

"What's so good, huh?"

"Strangle." I imitated his behavior, and he got even more annoyed.

"My Ilra (Sister)." I hugged him tightly again and sobbed to cry.

"I thought you died like me." He pushed me so hard that I lost my balance and sat on the floor.

"Hekada! You are the only one sleeping; you did not die. We were only put to sleep by the dagger that hit us in the back," he explained.

"But what about Ilra Hemera and Agathodaemon?" I asked him again.

"I know that evil bastard who pretends to be the God Metaia put a spell on you. He made you believe that our brother was killed, but that's not true. Because the truth is that

they are fighting the Askars. And you're right, they have been fighting for a hundred years. For the good of the Krea." He took a deep breath before handing me my real weapon.

"This is really my real weapon, isn't it?" I asked, laughing.

"Sure, Hekada!" He struggled and glared at me.

"Wake up and let's save the Krea from evil," he ordered, and I nodded.

Using his ladowa (weapon), he carved a square in the floor to open the tunnel to the kingdom of Krea.

We jumped in and started traveling.