We have loved just as much we've hated

When spring comes forth and winter fades

We've learnt much more from and;

than the past

From the crass children we once were

To a new beginning we cheered.

Rejoice! Rejoice!

For our time of learning will never end.

Anon's eyes opened and the first thing they laid themselves upon was a familiar face. Neatly cut hair, a rigid posture alongside an equally rigid expression. Her loyal servant, Thorn, had patient brown eyes.

"You've awaken, Milady." He plainly states.

"Is it a new morn?" Anon asked. Thorn nodded in reply. The atmosphere was as silent as could be but not awkward. Long gone were such words to describe their relationship.

Gentle rays of warmth caresses the Goddess's face. Anon stared blankly at the milky white wall before her. She surrounded herself with nothing but the minimal necessities of a bed, desk and chair. Windows were built on the most right of her spacious room. A door for entry and exit; toilets were non-existent. They were Divine beings. They hadn't the need to relief themselves, but so was sleep.

Anyway, a glass of water stood still on the silver tray Thorn held.

Anon quenched her non-existent thirst. Old habits died hard and she hadn't the slightest want to change either way. The Goddess washed up with a simple chant upon her lips and summoned a hairbrush to brush her flowing white hair. She kept the nightgown worn and proceeded to exit the comforts of her room.

Behind her were remnants of ice. Shards sparkled under daylight as they melted.

Empty. Empty could be a word to describe her mansion.

Lonely. And lovely, could be another.

Exquisite floral patterns engraved itself on the huge doors made from wood from trees of The Forest of Blessed sinners. Sunlight reflected off Marygrown vines whilst their flowers howl sorrowfully. Wrapped around pristine white marble pillars built in fours that formed a square. Silk white couches and a glass coffee table were placed in the middle of the spacious square lobby.

Anon rooted herself on one of the couches. She slumped herself ungracefully over the cushions. In her hand was a well maintained book titled: Dogs 101.

Suddenly, loud bangs reflected off the walls of the halls. The rattle of armour sounded just as clearly as the sound of heavy even footsteps. Heavy doors flew open and a well-endowed man curtly invited himself into Anon's home. The Goddess hadn't forgotten to *not* lift her eyes off the book.

'Poodles. Cute~'

"Anon!' The man screamed. His amber eyes flared with scarlet flames of countless battlefields. His rugged face held a grave expression. Scars littered his large calloused hands. Cuts decorated his lips and forehead, they were still fresh with clotting blood.

Oh how Anon hated the flecks of dirt on her marbled flood. She couldn't give two damns of what the God of war had to say but if it will be rid him. Perhaps she'd reluctantly comply to the incoming request. Her face was stoic, unfeeling. The War god seemed to be unbothered with her lack of common etiquette.

He knew Anon knew the reason of his coming here after-all.

"Have yourself present for tomorrow's conference!" He bellowed. "You cannot afford anymore absences. His Majesty will be terribly displeased, Goddess of anonymity."

:/

'Border collies... I want one...' thought Anon inwardly.