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SOME LEGENDS ARE TOLD It had been 9 years in total since she had last stepped into the territory of Chrysos. The last time had been when her family estate had burned down and Athena and her father had fled the city. They had since lived in Piros and hadn't looked back at the beaming city they had left. Athena however, had come back to find work among the shinning city. Nobles here had money to buy whatever they wanted and as a metal worker she could make whatever they wanted as well as fix what they had. Finding herself at the end of a shift, the tavern was the best place to relax. The disguised woman pushed up her fake glasses upon her face and played with her hair that she had let down for the trip. There was no way she could let people find out who she was. A bleith, or that she was planning on hosting a rebellion against the mistreatment of the strain. In the end all that mattered was that she wasn't noticed by anyone that would or could know who she was. The later was more terrifying than the first. Nobles were easy to forget, and she knew that her father's name had all but been soiled upon his grave because of what she was. The woman adjusted her dress slightly and itched at her eye, as the green contacts that were in bothered her. She hated the stupid things, as they made it really hard to see straight, but she had to make sure to be completely undercover. Finally the drink she had ordered came and she sipped at it casually. All kinds of feelings and emotions came from her as she stepped foot upon this place. She wondered if anyone still remembered the small child that had once played and learned on this land. Yet she knew the truth, no one would care to remember her because she had been disgraced because of her heritage and she had dragged her father down with her. It was however someone else that entered the tavern that caught her attention from behind the brim of her glasses. A man that she hadn't seen in those same nine long years.. was it really? Athena didn't know what to feel as her breath caught in her through. It was wasn't it.. that was her old tutor, not the one that had sold her out.. but the one who had taught her books and literacy. It was Zend... ZENDELRIN APICHAI THEY TURN TO DUST OR TO GOLD BUT YOU WILL REMEMBER ME |
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