Subject: _+The Strongest of Gods+_ |
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Hephaestus
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Date Posted: 06:48:17 09/06/02 Fri
In reply to:
Chres
's message, "*soft smile*" on 16:56:39 09/05/02 Thu
_+He pauses, hearing Ice Mist mention the fountain. Now and then he catches wisps of thoughts, his trace of a power inherited from his grandmother. He had been there once, but had not taken a drink, for he still believed that immortality was a weakness, though his beliefs are changing. He had not asked to be born with 9 lives....of which 8 were left.+_
Excuse me, Mistress Ice Mist, but you have taken a drink of the Fountain? Tell me please, what is it like, having immortality? Pl...Down!
_+He trails off, hearing an unwelcome disturbance, hoofbeats on the sand. He shoves Ice Mist and Chrestomanci down, just as a legion of warriors of his breed come, twice his size and twice as experienced in battle, all carrying energy beams like his. The eldest speaks.+_
Hephaestus Domatato Slavtorn, you are to come with us back to the army of Rarsor. Your father has ordered it.
_+He stands his ground, but inwardly he was quaking. he was no match for a legion. And neither was this entire territory.+_
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