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Gods in Training
Writer TJ Nyx
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Chapter 29 Artemisia
TJ Nyx
Jun 11, 2018
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            Being a goddess does not make your life easier, not by a long shot. Instead, being a goddess just made it a certainty that nothing will ever go according to plan. We had planned to become gods in a time of relative peace, Blade ruined that. We had plans to spy on Blade in Hell and determine what he was up to, again Blade ruined that plan. You know, it’s not just that the plans go astray, but Blade is normally the one to mess everything up for us New Olympians.copyright protection3PENANACSf7EfxvRt

            So I wasn’t surprised when that loser showed up with a posse of skeletons. I was, however, surprised by our response. With the dual doomsayers of Zack and Eric, I thought it was a given that we’d go in guns a blazing. But not, instead we send in the North Wind to try and give Blade the sniffles. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not nearly as blood lusty as the war god, but come on! Sending in a breeze to battle is slightly worse that condemning the rainbow and snowflake goddesses to Hell, only very slightly worse though.copyright protection3PENANAvROZCC8DrY

            “Artie!” I turned around to see my twin approaching me.copyright protection3PENANAu2yWUJHIf0

            “Yeah?” I shouted at him while he was still a ways away.copyright protection3PENANAMRT1Zxhw39

            “I just heard that in the morning the battle is going to start.” Paul informed me. “So you should definitely get some sleep.”copyright protection3PENANAZz0OyDrHhT

            “I can’t.” I admitted. “I’ve been trying.” Something about that sight, those thousands upon thousands of skeletal warriors had put me on edge. Every time I had closed my eyes my brain brought forth images of almost every zombie movie that I had ever seen. You may think it’s weird that skeletons made me dream of zombies, but in reality how different are they? Both are undead, slow, and only a threat in large numbers. And Blade had a LARGE number of skeletons…LARGE as in every person that had ever died ever in all the millions of years of life and existence. Every. Single. One. That’s what I’m talking about when I say large.copyright protection3PENANAGLVeHPXpxc

            “Coward.” Paul muttered. There it was, my brother’s best pick-me-up speech. You should definitely take notes on this, Paul was a great motivational speaker…NOT.copyright protection3PENANAqk4kl3SCAV

            “I’m not a coward. I will fight with the others tomorrow. You can count on that!” I told him firmly. “I’m just not looking forward to it. I hope that shooting skeletons isn’t the highlight of my life.” In my head I added: ‘I also hope that it’s not the last thing I do in my life.’copyright protection3PENANALAuMo3pQLH

            “Humph.” Paul snorted. “Good, we’ll need the extra arrows tomorrow.” Paul nodded with pursed lips and turned to walk away. He made it five steps before he halted. He looked over his shoulder and met my eyes. “Besides I don’t think I could ever handle this without you next to me, my sister.”copyright protection3PENANAJrsFFauDA2

            I nodded and watched him continue on his way. It heartened me that Paul wasn’t as hardened as he appeared. He was probably having similar thoughts to mine, and that was strangely comforting.copyright protection3PENANAQ1mUlHYdky

            I had had enough of skeletons and zombies in my dreams, so I went to go see them in person. I ventured through the abandoned city in the dark. I walked slowly. I guess part of me didn’t want to go where I was headed.copyright protection3PENANA869DTxGjor

            I finally ended up at the platform where I had first entered New Olympus, back before I was a god. Hercules was in the same spot as he had been on that first day. He nodded at me as I passed him, but otherwise he remained silent. I journeyed right up to the edge and sat down with my legs dangling off into the nothingness of the sky. Below me was just skeletons as far as I could see.copyright protection3PENANA07TtMyEhce

            “You fighting tomorrow?” a voice asked of me. Upon turning around, I discovered that it was Hector.copyright protection3PENANAj2fGXBoWOI

            “Yes, you?” I said.copyright protection3PENANAvXPEAIch1A

            Hector sat next to me before answering. “I think that I am.”copyright protection3PENANAJ2ICvvb9Mo

            “You think?”copyright protection3PENANAo6rEMofbk4

            “I know.” He said more decisively. “I will march down into the Valley of Death along with the rest of you.”copyright protection3PENANAUQ1JuCsGUu

            “Valley of Death?” I asked rather confused. “That’s not good. The valley is named the Valley of Death?”copyright protection3PENANAhEwZh1utbh

            Hector smiled. “That would be very bad for us. But thankfully it’s not called that.”copyright protection3PENANARzoidbHtm2

            I let out a sigh of relief. “What is that then, the Valley of Death I mean?”copyright protection3PENANAxgSz0ncs36

            “Oh, it’s just something from a poem.” Hector told me. “Nothing special.”copyright protection3PENANAXlLtk2vPvG

            “What poem?” I have no idea why I asked this. Even if he told me the name of the poem I would still have no clue about it. I wasn’t the most well-read of folks. The only poems I had ever even seen were in Dr. Seuss books and Valentines Day cards.copyright protection3PENANA7nfvFtHnW3

            Hector gazed down at Hades’ hordes. “The Charge of the Light Brigade.” He whispered, barely audible.copyright protection3PENANApuki3kFfNJ

            “Never heard of that.” As I predicted, I admitted.copyright protection3PENANAmK47dp9IfF

            “I think it’s one of the best pieces ever written.” Hector said. “But right now, it makes me scared.”copyright protection3PENANAon2ETI8A55

            It wasn’t fair that Paul had made fun of me for being afraid of fighting endless waves of skeletons lead by the lord of death, while Hector here was scared of a freaking poem. But me, being the nice guy I am, did not make fun of him. “Why does it scare you?”copyright protection3PENANAEvzYODitT5

            “Have you ever heard it?” he asked.copyright protection3PENANAdgPin3HxLX

            “Yeah, no, I’m not really a poem reader.” I told him. Before today I had believed that poems only existed in English class.copyright protection3PENANAcakfPdXXN3

            “Half a league, half a league, half a league onward. All in the Valley of Death rode the six hundred. ‘Forward, the Light Brigade! Charge for the guns!’ he said. Into the valley of Death rode the six hundred. ‘Forward, the Light Brigade!’ Was there a man dismayed? Not though the soldier knew someone had blundered. Theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die. Into the Valley of Death rode the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon in front of them. Volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. Boldly they rode, and well, into the jaws of Death. Into the mouth of Hell rode the six hundred. Flashed all their sabres bare, flashed as they turned in air. Sabring the gunners there, charging an army, while all the world wondered. Plunged in the battery-smoke right through' the line they broke. Cossack and Russian reeled from the sabre stroke shattered and sundered. Then they rode back, but not the six hundred. Cannon to right of them, cannon to left of them, cannon behind them. Volleyed and thundered, stormed at with shot and shell. While horse and hero fell, they that had fought so well. Came through the jaws of Death. Back from the mouth of Hell, all that was left of them. Left of the brave six hundred. When can their glory fade? O the wild charge they made! All the world wondered. Honor the charge they made, honor the Light Brigade, O the noble six hundred.”copyright protection3PENANA2rzCqngIQa

            “Whoa.” I said awestruck. Those words resonated inside me. They stuck with me and ringed again and again in my head, and I didn’t even like poems. “What does it mean?”copyright protection3PENANAO4qDmNH4ls

            “The simple version goes like this. Soldiers march bravely to their death, even though they knew beforehand that they would die. And that we should always honor them.”copyright protection3PENANA1yDlNtzLqn

            Now I understood why Hector was scared. Me, Paul, Hector, and the others were the Light Brigade. And Zack was our fearless leader that was ordering the charge that would doom us all. “Oh.”copyright protection3PENANAOtPn6fKnXB

            “Theirs not to make reply, theirs not to reason why, theirs but to do and die.” Hector recited. “It’s not our place to question our leader. We have a duty to do what is asked of us, even if we are asked to give up our lives.”copyright protection3PENANAxMFXp2L766

            “No, I’m not dying for Zack.” I said vehemently. “He’s crazy. This whole feud with him and Blade is pointless! Why should we die for him?”copyright protection3PENANAA7EdtsG2d7

            “Zack is still Zeus, and Zeus is our king.” Hector muttered. “There must be a reason that he was chosen as Zeus. I do not believe that life is random.”copyright protection3PENANAp2BepHua4r

            “Acts of bravery are never done to preserve one’s own life. Rather they are done so that others may live on after you, in the peace and harmony that you created with your bravery.” Both Hector and I were surprised to see that Hercules was standing right behind us.copyright protection3PENANAMCdszDulLA

            “What poem is that from?” I asked.copyright protection3PENANAslH7ybzfdN

            “None.” Hercules muttered returning to his post. “Just an old saying that I like to tell myself.” With that he was once again removed from our conversation.copyright protection3PENANAnDPYSfGmqL

            “He’s right, no matter how much talking and worrying we do tonight. We will still march down this mountain with Zack come morning. Maybe we should stop worrying about us and start worrying about the world. We are gods after all, isn’t our responsibility to the world?” I asked.copyright protection3PENANAOcn2EXG8ir

            “Yeah, and who knows? Maybe all those skeletons are the Light Brigade.” Hector said hopefully.copyright protection3PENANAJLMrSlCsBQ

            “I wish there were just six hundred of them.” I muttered quietly.copyright protection3PENANAfYu5WmkCJK

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