《Mother of Monsters》Chapter 5: The end of Peace
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At first, the villagers had seemed nervous and hostile towards Evdokia. However, seeing how she had caused little trouble and rarely ever left the house. The villagers were not able to do much about her. Evdokia didn't actually care what the silly humans thought. She was more focused on her studies than anything. There were only a handful of books in the house. But, they were enough to satisfy her. And if she had any question, she would just ask her friendly human.
It seemed that the world had changed much since the Gods' reign. About a thousand years ago, there had been seven continents, that were inhabited by human civilization. Surprisingly at some point, magic had disappeared. Her children had gone into hiding and the Gods severed their power from the earth. Because of this, mortals had discovered a system called technology, along with all sorts of other strange inventions. As the mortal civilization became more advanced, the people began to turn on each other.
Tensions were high and grand war had broken out. It was called World War lV and somehow magic had been brought back to Earth. Bringing with it new and dangerous species, that had been in hiding for years. The world was consumed by despair. For a long time, there was just fighting. Neither side truly knew what they were fighting for. Both were just confused and afraid. Eventually what was left of the world settled into an age of peace and the mortals slowly began to put their lives back together. Kingdoms were formed and knowledge of the old ways was brought back into the light. Much of the old technology was reformed and changed to suit their needs. The weapons made were put into museums. For nothing could defeat her monsters but steel blades and magic. Alexa told her that she was currently in the village of Taylor that was on the outskirts of the city of Lyon in the country of Solyria.
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Evdokia was proud that her children had survived this long without her. Unfortunately, one thing that had not been lost in the fighting, was the confusing English language. Which had become the common tongue of the people. She missed the intimacy of Greek but found the old language tainted with memories she'd rather leave forgotten.
Evdokia sat on the bed and read. Alexa had told her that while she was out hunting, Evdokia must not leave their room. Evdokia didn't mind though, as she let her mind wander, she thought of her children. The dragons, had been her first real creation. Even now she could sense their presence. There were very few left. The strongest presence was that of her daughter, Madeline. Soon, she would come to meet her creator. However, the one she longed to see the most, was the faintest connection. Her eldest son was in a deep slumber and she could not wake him. Though, other beasts might not recognize her scent, yet. Some that were nearest had come to see their Goddess.
The first was a pixie named Twyla. She was full of energy, and could not stop talking. Pixies are small but ferocious. They are decisive and cunning, but also energetic and playful. Like most other beings they valued status, and thus had come up with somewhat unfair and confusing rules. Twila had spent nearly 3 hours, informing her about, tiny details and superstition. Twyla seemed to see it as a sign that Evdokia had appeared, only a day after Twyla had been kicked out of her tribe. Apparently, she'd pulled one too many practical jokes and had inevitably bitten off more than she could chew. Finally, Evdokia had managed to shoo her away.
Over the past few weeks, Evdokia had spent more time with Alexa. She reminded Evdokia, a bit of Athena. Rather smart, with a warrior's heart and a narrow mind. She felt that if she was to rule this world, she would most likely appoint Alexa to be one of her handmaidens. What an honor for the mortal. As, for the other occupants of the house; Alexa's uncle seemed to not care about her as long as she didn't get in his way. As for Malvic, he was a pest. While he wasn't a threat, she somehow felt violated, when he looked at her.
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The sun had nearly set and Alexa still hadn't returned. Evdokia wasn't worried, she knew the human could take care of herself. But just in case, she'd sent Twyla out to inform all the beats lurking in the darkness, to stay away from any humans wandering through the forest. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into an hour. Still she had not returned. Worried, Evdokia lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. She heard the sound of a door being slammed downstairs. Loud footsteps marched up and stopped at her room. The doorknob turned and the door swung open and Malvic stepped in. There was a hungry gleam in his eye that made Evdokia shiver. She knew that look and she knew that this day would come eventually. Malvic was probably used to getting his way. She was reminded of what Alexa had said when they first met. Something about strangers being dangerous.
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