Her jaw drops slightly as she stares at him, in shock, surprised to see him in such a random place.
"Naomi." Alonsa voice calls, surprising her a bit.
"Huh?" Naomi stutters, brought back to the somewhat reality.
She looks over to see Alonsa and Icicene staring at her, wondering why she hasn't followed them.
She sighs and floats over, looking over her shoulder to catch another glimpse of Heru, a.k.a. Tharin, only to see that he's now gone.
"What were you looking at?" Icicene asks in a quiet tone, only loud enough for Alonsa and Naomi to hear.
"I thought I saw something, but nevermind about it. Where are we?" Naomi asks, changing the subject.
"This is the Temple of Selene, the Goddess of the Moon. Though much smaller then ones in other city-states, this one is fine for this community." Icicene answers as she points to the great figure in the middle of the temple, the marble reflecting the sunlight coming through a skylight in the roof beautifully.
"Why are we here?" Naomi asks, gazing up at the statue.
"To pay our respect of course." Icicene answers, "For some reason, Selene has always been my favorite of the Gods and Goddesses, to the point of which my parents have called her to be my protector. And, to the extent of my knowledge, I believe she accepted it."
"That's nice." Naomi comments, smiling.
Icicene chuckles.
"In some light, yes, but I do believe some of the other Goddesses are angered with me." Icicene says.
Naomi and Alonsa blink in surprise.
"Why would they be angered with you?" Naomi asks.
"Because of the fact that I chose Selene without a second thought to be my protecting Goddess. My parents say that the night I was born, Hera ordered Poiseidon to kill me by causing a giant wave to flood the palace I was in. But, because it was night, Selene used her powers to cause the tide to be small if not none-existent, and saved me from premature death. Though, a priest did come come a month or two ago and said that Hera and Poiseidon might still wish death upon me." Icicene explains, "Though, because the water nearby is a river, only 27 hands at most, I believe I'll be alright."
"Good, but that still sounds rough." Naomi answers.
"It's alright, now excuse me." Icicene says as she walks towards an altar.
Naomi nudges Alonsa.
"Why are you allowing her to praise Gods and Goddesses when you now there's only one God?" Naomi asks.
"Because one, it's where she lives, and two, she actually is worshipping something og God." Alonsa answers.
Naomi's eyes widen in surprise.
"What?"
"You see, Naomi, Selene is actually an Angel of God. She's rather powerful and has been called by many names before, though Selene is her true name." Alonsa explains, "And Hera, she's an Angel too, the highest female Angel in Heaven, though her name is actually Serenity."
"Oh, what about the boys?" Naomi asks.
"They too are angels. Take Poiseidon for instance. He's a powerful Angel as well, but his real name is Phillip."
"What about Zeus?"
"Zeus, like Hera, is the Highest angel, except being a male. But you probably know him as the ArcAngel, Michael."
"Oh, I've heard of him." Naomi says.
Alonsa nods.
"As I hope you should."
"Alright, I have payed my respects." Icicene says as she walks back over, finishing the conversation between Naomi and Alonsa.
"Now where do we go?" Alonsa asks.
"Now, we go play." Iciene answers, running out of the temple, Naomi and Alonsa flying after.
"Play?" Naomi asks.
"You will understand when we start." Icicene reassures her, grinning.
Within ten minutes, the trio find themselves in a olive orchard, still as Iciene watches the skies.
"What are we-" Naomi starts.
"Hush!" Icicene whispers, quieting them.
Suddenly, Icicene whips her bow around, pulls the arrow back on the string, and let's it fly, all within 15 seconds.
"Why did you-?" Naomi starts again.
A large object falls to Earth with a hard thud, the arrow Icicene just shot sticking through it. Naomi and Alonsa float over and gasp when they see it's an ugly black crow bleeding on the ground, now dead.
"How the heck did you do that?!" Naomi asks, stunned by Icicene's aim.
"I was taught by a Spartian archer how to string a bow at the age of 5, then he taught me how to aim and shoot by putting me up against his men, all of which I defeated by the age of 7." Icicene answers.
"Wow..." Alonsa and Naomi answer.
Naomi looks at the bird, and notices something off.
"Hey, Icicene." Naomi asks.
"Yes, Naomi?" Naomi answers.
"Why are there two arrows in the bird you shot?" Naomi asks.
Icicene and Alonsa blink, taken by surprise.
"What?" Icicene asks, turning to see.
Her eyes widen as she looks at it, surprised to see that what Naomi said is true.
"Hello over there!" a familiar voice calls from over the hill.
Naomi's eyes widen as she watches who comes into view.
"It's Tharin.." Naomi whispers, loud enough only for Alonsa to hear.
Tharin, or Heru as she best knows her, wears a tan tunic, a leather belt fastened tight around his waist, matching his brown leather sandals. Like Icicene, he not only holds a bow n' arrow, but he actually looks younger then Heru, probably more 16 then 20. His hair is shorter, spiked at the tips actually.
"May I help you, boy?" Icicene asks.
Naomi looks over at her to see that Icicene doesn't have any idea who she's talking to! You would think that she would recognize her lover from her past life.
"Um, I would, if you would not mind, like to take my bird." Tharin asks.
Icicene raises an eyebrow.
"What do you mean "your bird"? I was the one that shot it down." Icicene says, bringing out Calankaiana.
"No, I'm afraid that I am the one that brought it down, I hit the wing." he answers, pointing at the arrow sticking out of the birds right wing.
Icicene laughs.
"Well, I hit it through the heart without looking." Icicene says, pointing at her own arrow.
Tharin grins and laughs.
"Alright, you may keep it." Tharin says, "Nice shot by the way, I've never even seen a skilled Archer do what you did."
"Then you better get out more." Icicene says, "In my day, I've met more men who could do what I just did with their eyes shut and shooting from 1000 hands away."
Tharin sighs.
"That's impressive, you must of visited Sparta or Athens."
"Both, in fact."
"Amazing, I wish I could travel to Athens." Tharin says.
Icicene becomes interested.
"Really? What would you do once you got there?" Icicene asks.
Tharin sits under one of the olive trees and sighs, before looking back up at her.
"I want to go to Egypt." Tharin answers.
Icicene's eyes widen.
"Egypt?" Icicene repeats.
Naomi senses Icicene's caution as Egypt is brought up, probably feeling nostalgic from Calankaiana's impact.
"Yes, I've learned from my parents and their parents that I meant for fortune there, for they say I'm a descendant of a Pharaoh." Tharin explains.
Naomi has chills go down her spine as his words sink in. Then, she turns towards Alonsa.
"Alonsa, is that true?" Naomi asks.
Alonsa sighs.
"Yes, after your death, Heru took the throne, and Neema, who after the fallen angel left changed her ways, and she married a good man, and had children. So, in retrospect, Calankaiana is Tharin's great something aunt." Alonsa answers.
"Wow." Naomi says, before turning back towards Icicene.
"That is an interesting reason, um.." Icicene starts, not knowing Tharin's name.
"Tharin."
"Tharin. I hope that you acheive your expections." Icicene says as she picks the bird up by the leg.
After a moment, she holds it out to Tharin, taking him by surprise.
"What are you doing?" Tharin asks.
"Giving you your prize." Icicene says as she gives him the bird, smiling.
Tharin stares at her for a moment, before smiling.
"I thought you hit it through the heart." Tharin says.
Icicene grins, stepping closer to him.
"I thought you wanted to eat it." Icicene answers him.
Tharin chuckles, taking the bird from her, now standing what feels like only inches from Icicene.
"Oh, and your name, my Lady?" Tharin asks.
Icicene blushes for the first time as Tharin calls her something noble.
"Uh, my name is-" Icicene starts.
"Trespassers!" A man yells from over the hill.
"Oh, no." Icicene says.
"Palace guards." Tharin says.
Icicene turns towards him in alarm.
"Tharin go! If they catch you, you will be imprisoned!" Icicene says.
"What about you?!" he asks, more worried about her then himself, surprising her.
"I will be fine, now run!" Icicene says, as she grabs his hand in one hand, her skirts in the other.
They run far into the orchard, hearing the guards calling in groups.
"Their pouchers! Capture them!" the same man calls, probably the head.
Without warning, Icicene feels a root come over her foot, her chance at freedom now dwindling.
"Ugh!" Icicene groans as she hits the ground.
"My Lady!" Tharin calls, not knowing Icicene's name.
"Stop, Ruffians!" the man calls.
Tharin looks over his shoulder, until he grunts and pushes Icicene ahead.
"Go!" Tharin says, pushing her on.
"But-" Icicene starts.
"GO!" Tharin snaps, causing Icicene to run as fast as she can.
"Keep going, and do not look back!" Tharin calls, his voice cutting off as the men over take it.
Naomi looks over and gasps as she looks at Icicene.
Tears stream down her face.
"Naomi." Alonsa voice calls, surprising her a bit.
"Huh?" Naomi stutters, brought back to the somewhat reality.
She looks over to see Alonsa and Icicene staring at her, wondering why she hasn't followed them.
She sighs and floats over, looking over her shoulder to catch another glimpse of Heru, a.k.a. Tharin, only to see that he's now gone.
"What were you looking at?" Icicene asks in a quiet tone, only loud enough for Alonsa and Naomi to hear.
"I thought I saw something, but nevermind about it. Where are we?" Naomi asks, changing the subject.
"This is the Temple of Selene, the Goddess of the Moon. Though much smaller then ones in other city-states, this one is fine for this community." Icicene answers as she points to the great figure in the middle of the temple, the marble reflecting the sunlight coming through a skylight in the roof beautifully.
"Why are we here?" Naomi asks, gazing up at the statue.
"To pay our respect of course." Icicene answers, "For some reason, Selene has always been my favorite of the Gods and Goddesses, to the point of which my parents have called her to be my protector. And, to the extent of my knowledge, I believe she accepted it."
"That's nice." Naomi comments, smiling.
Icicene chuckles.
"In some light, yes, but I do believe some of the other Goddesses are angered with me." Icicene says.
Naomi and Alonsa blink in surprise.
"Why would they be angered with you?" Naomi asks.
"Because of the fact that I chose Selene without a second thought to be my protecting Goddess. My parents say that the night I was born, Hera ordered Poiseidon to kill me by causing a giant wave to flood the palace I was in. But, because it was night, Selene used her powers to cause the tide to be small if not none-existent, and saved me from premature death. Though, a priest did come come a month or two ago and said that Hera and Poiseidon might still wish death upon me." Icicene explains, "Though, because the water nearby is a river, only 27 hands at most, I believe I'll be alright."
"Good, but that still sounds rough." Naomi answers.
"It's alright, now excuse me." Icicene says as she walks towards an altar.
Naomi nudges Alonsa.
"Why are you allowing her to praise Gods and Goddesses when you now there's only one God?" Naomi asks.
"Because one, it's where she lives, and two, she actually is worshipping something og God." Alonsa answers.
Naomi's eyes widen in surprise.
"What?"
"You see, Naomi, Selene is actually an Angel of God. She's rather powerful and has been called by many names before, though Selene is her true name." Alonsa explains, "And Hera, she's an Angel too, the highest female Angel in Heaven, though her name is actually Serenity."
"Oh, what about the boys?" Naomi asks.
"They too are angels. Take Poiseidon for instance. He's a powerful Angel as well, but his real name is Phillip."
"What about Zeus?"
"Zeus, like Hera, is the Highest angel, except being a male. But you probably know him as the ArcAngel, Michael."
"Oh, I've heard of him." Naomi says.
Alonsa nods.
"As I hope you should."
"Alright, I have payed my respects." Icicene says as she walks back over, finishing the conversation between Naomi and Alonsa.
"Now where do we go?" Alonsa asks.
"Now, we go play." Iciene answers, running out of the temple, Naomi and Alonsa flying after.
"Play?" Naomi asks.
"You will understand when we start." Icicene reassures her, grinning.
Within ten minutes, the trio find themselves in a olive orchard, still as Iciene watches the skies.
"What are we-" Naomi starts.
"Hush!" Icicene whispers, quieting them.
Suddenly, Icicene whips her bow around, pulls the arrow back on the string, and let's it fly, all within 15 seconds.
"Why did you-?" Naomi starts again.
A large object falls to Earth with a hard thud, the arrow Icicene just shot sticking through it. Naomi and Alonsa float over and gasp when they see it's an ugly black crow bleeding on the ground, now dead.
"How the heck did you do that?!" Naomi asks, stunned by Icicene's aim.
"I was taught by a Spartian archer how to string a bow at the age of 5, then he taught me how to aim and shoot by putting me up against his men, all of which I defeated by the age of 7." Icicene answers.
"Wow..." Alonsa and Naomi answer.
Naomi looks at the bird, and notices something off.
"Hey, Icicene." Naomi asks.
"Yes, Naomi?" Naomi answers.
"Why are there two arrows in the bird you shot?" Naomi asks.
Icicene and Alonsa blink, taken by surprise.
"What?" Icicene asks, turning to see.
Her eyes widen as she looks at it, surprised to see that what Naomi said is true.
"Hello over there!" a familiar voice calls from over the hill.
Naomi's eyes widen as she watches who comes into view.
"It's Tharin.." Naomi whispers, loud enough only for Alonsa to hear.
Tharin, or Heru as she best knows her, wears a tan tunic, a leather belt fastened tight around his waist, matching his brown leather sandals. Like Icicene, he not only holds a bow n' arrow, but he actually looks younger then Heru, probably more 16 then 20. His hair is shorter, spiked at the tips actually.
"May I help you, boy?" Icicene asks.
Naomi looks over at her to see that Icicene doesn't have any idea who she's talking to! You would think that she would recognize her lover from her past life.
"Um, I would, if you would not mind, like to take my bird." Tharin asks.
Icicene raises an eyebrow.
"What do you mean "your bird"? I was the one that shot it down." Icicene says, bringing out Calankaiana.
"No, I'm afraid that I am the one that brought it down, I hit the wing." he answers, pointing at the arrow sticking out of the birds right wing.
Icicene laughs.
"Well, I hit it through the heart without looking." Icicene says, pointing at her own arrow.
Tharin grins and laughs.
"Alright, you may keep it." Tharin says, "Nice shot by the way, I've never even seen a skilled Archer do what you did."
"Then you better get out more." Icicene says, "In my day, I've met more men who could do what I just did with their eyes shut and shooting from 1000 hands away."
Tharin sighs.
"That's impressive, you must of visited Sparta or Athens."
"Both, in fact."
"Amazing, I wish I could travel to Athens." Tharin says.
Icicene becomes interested.
"Really? What would you do once you got there?" Icicene asks.
Tharin sits under one of the olive trees and sighs, before looking back up at her.
"I want to go to Egypt." Tharin answers.
Icicene's eyes widen.
"Egypt?" Icicene repeats.
Naomi senses Icicene's caution as Egypt is brought up, probably feeling nostalgic from Calankaiana's impact.
"Yes, I've learned from my parents and their parents that I meant for fortune there, for they say I'm a descendant of a Pharaoh." Tharin explains.
Naomi has chills go down her spine as his words sink in. Then, she turns towards Alonsa.
"Alonsa, is that true?" Naomi asks.
Alonsa sighs.
"Yes, after your death, Heru took the throne, and Neema, who after the fallen angel left changed her ways, and she married a good man, and had children. So, in retrospect, Calankaiana is Tharin's great something aunt." Alonsa answers.
"Wow." Naomi says, before turning back towards Icicene.
"That is an interesting reason, um.." Icicene starts, not knowing Tharin's name.
"Tharin."
"Tharin. I hope that you acheive your expections." Icicene says as she picks the bird up by the leg.
After a moment, she holds it out to Tharin, taking him by surprise.
"What are you doing?" Tharin asks.
"Giving you your prize." Icicene says as she gives him the bird, smiling.
Tharin stares at her for a moment, before smiling.
"I thought you hit it through the heart." Tharin says.
Icicene grins, stepping closer to him.
"I thought you wanted to eat it." Icicene answers him.
Tharin chuckles, taking the bird from her, now standing what feels like only inches from Icicene.
"Oh, and your name, my Lady?" Tharin asks.
Icicene blushes for the first time as Tharin calls her something noble.
"Uh, my name is-" Icicene starts.
"Trespassers!" A man yells from over the hill.
"Oh, no." Icicene says.
"Palace guards." Tharin says.
Icicene turns towards him in alarm.
"Tharin go! If they catch you, you will be imprisoned!" Icicene says.
"What about you?!" he asks, more worried about her then himself, surprising her.
"I will be fine, now run!" Icicene says, as she grabs his hand in one hand, her skirts in the other.
They run far into the orchard, hearing the guards calling in groups.
"Their pouchers! Capture them!" the same man calls, probably the head.
Without warning, Icicene feels a root come over her foot, her chance at freedom now dwindling.
"Ugh!" Icicene groans as she hits the ground.
"My Lady!" Tharin calls, not knowing Icicene's name.
"Stop, Ruffians!" the man calls.
Tharin looks over his shoulder, until he grunts and pushes Icicene ahead.
"Go!" Tharin says, pushing her on.
"But-" Icicene starts.
"GO!" Tharin snaps, causing Icicene to run as fast as she can.
"Keep going, and do not look back!" Tharin calls, his voice cutting off as the men over take it.
Naomi looks over and gasps as she looks at Icicene.
Tears stream down her face.
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