Chapter 23: The Practice

Third Person’s Point of View

The four goddesses of Krea stood on the rocky battlefield; their eyes locked on each other as tension filled the air. Hesperus, the god of the sun and ice, stood with him arms crossed, his eyes hard and cold as she surveyed her sisters. Agathodaemon, the goddess of lightning, had an arrow knocked and ready to fire, her bow steady in her hands. Hemera, the goddess of thunder, had her sword drawn, its blade glinting in the sunlight. And Blasphemer, the goddess of war, held nothing but a wicked smile on her lips.

It had been building for weeks now. The goddesses had grown resentful of each other, each wanting more power, more influence over mortal and immortal alike. Hesperus had been locked in a bitter feud with her sisters, feeling as though they were constantly trying to undermine her.

Now, finally, something had snapped. A petty argument had erupted into a full-blown battle, with the four goddesses trading blows and insults like furious nehera (child).

Agathodaemon was the first to strike, her arrow flying towards Hesperus. But the queen of the gods Agathodaemon was quick on her feet, and she dodged the arrow with ease. Hemera was next, charging at the goddess of the hunt with her sword held aloft. Agathodaemon was just as fast, and the two clashed with a deafening clash of metal.

Meanwhile, Blasphemer hung back, watching the battle with amusement. He had always been the most manipulative of the goddesses, and he was content to let her sisters wear themselves out before she made her move.

Finally, Hesperus saw an opportunity. He spun on his heel and launched himself at Hemera, catching the goddess of wisdom off thunder. They grappled, each trying to gain the upper hand.

It was then that Blasphemer struck. She tripped Agathodaemon from behind, sending the goddess tumbling to the ground. Then she moved in for the kill, a dagger glinting in her hand.

But Agathodaemon was not so easily defeated. She rolled away from the oncoming blow, springing back to her feet at the speed of a panther. Her bow was already in her hands, and she launched another arrow at Blasphemer before the goddess of love could react.

The arrow caught Blasphemer right in the chest, and she fell to the ground with a cry of pain. The other goddesses paused in their fighting, staring at her in shock.

For a moment, no one spoke. Then Hesperus stepped forward, looking down at her fallen sister with a mixture of pity and contempt.

"You have brought this on yourself, Blasphemer," he said coldly. "Your greed and your treachery have made you, our enemy. Now you will pay the price."

Blasphemer lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He knew that he had made a mistake, had let him thirst for power and influence blind him to the danger he was in. Now he was paying the price for his foolishness.

As the other goddesses closed in around her, Blasphemer closed her eyes and waited for the end. But it never came. Instead, he felt the familiar warmth of divine magic washing over him, healing his wounds and soothing her pain.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Hesperus, Hemera, and Agathodaemon were standing in a circle around him, their faces solemn.

"We cannot keep fighting like this," Hesperus said slowly. "We are siblings, after all. We should be working together, not tearing each other apart."

There was a moment of silence as the goddesses contemplated her words. Then Agathodaemon stepped forward, offering Blasphemer a hand to help her up.

"I agree," he said. "It is time to put this feud behind us and remember what we stand for."

Hemera nodded her agreement, and the four goddesses stood together, united once again. They knew that there would be more challenges in the future, more battles to fight and obstacles to overcome. But they also knew that they were stronger together than they could ever be alone.

As the battle raged on, the skies above Mount Hedra were ablaze with lightning and thunder. The goddess sisters Hemera and Agathodaemon stood on opposing sides, their eyes locked in a fierce stare as they prepared to engage in combat.

Hemera, the goddess of wisdom and strategy, held her sword and shield ready for battle. Agathodaemon, the goddess of the hunt and the moon, drew her bow and arrow and took aim.

The two sisters had always been close, but a recent disagreement had led to a rift between them. Now, they stood ready to fight for what they believed in.

Hemera was determined to protect the mortal world, which she believed needed her guidance and protection. Agathodaemon, on the other hand, saw the mortals as a threat to nature and the natural balance of the world.

Their conflict had reached a boiling point as they clashed in the skies, raining down blows upon each other with ferocity and skill.

Lightning bolts and arrows flew back and forth, each sister determined to come out on top. But as the battle raged on, they both began to realize that their fight was tearing Mount Olympus apart.

Finally, as the sun began to rise and the skies began to lighten, the two sisters called a truce. They realized that their fight was causing more harm than good, and that they needed to find a way to work together.

With a newfound understanding and a sense of peace, the sisters embraced and vowed to work together to protect both the mortals and the natural world. And as they descended from the skies, hand in hand, they knew that their sisterly bond was stronger than any disagreement or conflict that might come their way.

Asclepius Point of View

"Where are you going?" God Zeno asked me, so I just shook my head and smiled. I don't want God Zeno to see me crying because I didn't greet my brothers.

"I just feel bad. I'm just going to my room," I lied. While running away from where God Zeno was. I left him with a big question in his mind.

I don't know where to go. If I just focus my attention on my room and mumble or go to the world of Nexus to relieve my sadness.

The world of Nexus is the world of a peaceful God like me. I want to visit my parents I want to talk to them. I want to receive my parents' advice and protection.

"Good evening, dear Asclepius, what can I do for you?" she asked me while lifting the bag of large expensive clothes.

I looked at her with no emotion, I stopped for a moment and looked at her gentle face.

"Do you have Dehar (siblings) like me?" I asked her and her question was not answered.

She handed the juice of the magical fruit in a glass, and I immediately drank it.

"Thank you very much, you really know what I want to drink," I said smiling at her, so she smiled at me too. "Yes, my dear Asclepius, in fact we are thirteen siblings," she explained so that I threw out what I was drinking, even though I was surprised by what she said.

Thirteen, that's a lot of siblings. Her mother's joke was true that she wanted to have many offspring so that she could have a lot of fun. And gifts.

"Come, sit by my side," that's all I said to my guardian Liway.