(4 days till the start of the War...)
The sun rose slowly over the mountains, as if unsure whether to illuminate the world for another day. From the hill where I stood, I could still see Kaeron in the distance, still shrouded in the soft mist of dawn. The cool wind brushed my face and ruffled my cloak, but I didn't move. Beside me, Aegle was silent. I could feel her discomfort in the air, as if she were carefully choosing her words.
"They keep sending emissaries," she said suddenly. Her tone was dry, laden with annoyance. "Today Apollo stopped by the Garden to ask if we would support Olympus in these times of crisis. Two days ago it was Hermes on behalf of Zeus. What's next? Athena offering us a theater with golden statues?"
