It's noon, and a particularly hot day in the village of Ogygia, but it's a dry heat. A dry heat's a good thing if you're a Huntress about to set out under the shade of the Tigerwood trees. If you're an amazon about to be burned at the stake, well… you'll burn faster. The heat should shave a few seconds of suffering, bringing your agonizing demise to a slightly quicker conclusion.
As Akantha awakens from yet another drunken stupor, her eyes meet those of the nearest men. One bears a bucket of oil, the other a torch. Each has a broadsword at his hip. Neither has the arm for such a weapon.
That's the first thing Leto notices… the swords don't belong to the men. They're amazon weapons. Leto can see the stake Akantha is tied to, but she can't see the amazon herself—not very well, at least. She's at the edge of the village—the entryway to the forest, under the shade of the Tigerwood trees.
The executioners and the dozen crossbowmen behind them probably can't see the Huntress in the cover of shadow—at least not while they're so focused on the Amazon. It's been a good while since a soldier had the pleasure of torching one of these musclebound bitches.
Kelleia happens to be passing by as a man in a black robe and white wig almost bumps into her. His eyes follow her body up and down, but the glance lasts less than a second. The man descends the steps into the pit, approaching the amazon from behind.
"Daughter of Manimus…"
Akantha doesn't recognize the voice. Such is the price of fame—though she notices the judge doesn't dare mention her mother. She doesn't notice that the man is a judge, of course, until he steps into view. Then she sees his fruity wig, as well as his cowardice. Even with her bound in rope and with a dozen bolts pointed at her heart, the judge stands five paces behind the men with oil, fire, and her swords.
"Your father isn't here to save you, just like I wasn't there to save my son from your drunken wrath. He's in a coma, and I will pay the finest healers to see him awaken from it. But your father will need to pay Hades himself if he's to bring you back from my wrath.
"If you have last words, speak them now."
As Akantha awakens from yet another drunken stupor, her eyes meet those of the nearest men. One bears a bucket of oil, the other a torch. Each has a broadsword at his hip. Neither has the arm for such a weapon.
That's the first thing Leto notices… the swords don't belong to the men. They're amazon weapons. Leto can see the stake Akantha is tied to, but she can't see the amazon herself—not very well, at least. She's at the edge of the village—the entryway to the forest, under the shade of the Tigerwood trees.
The executioners and the dozen crossbowmen behind them probably can't see the Huntress in the cover of shadow—at least not while they're so focused on the Amazon. It's been a good while since a soldier had the pleasure of torching one of these musclebound bitches.
Kelleia happens to be passing by as a man in a black robe and white wig almost bumps into her. His eyes follow her body up and down, but the glance lasts less than a second. The man descends the steps into the pit, approaching the amazon from behind.
"Daughter of Manimus…"
Akantha doesn't recognize the voice. Such is the price of fame—though she notices the judge doesn't dare mention her mother. She doesn't notice that the man is a judge, of course, until he steps into view. Then she sees his fruity wig, as well as his cowardice. Even with her bound in rope and with a dozen bolts pointed at her heart, the judge stands five paces behind the men with oil, fire, and her swords.
"Your father isn't here to save you, just like I wasn't there to save my son from your drunken wrath. He's in a coma, and I will pay the finest healers to see him awaken from it. But your father will need to pay Hades himself if he's to bring you back from my wrath.
"If you have last words, speak them now."
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Dark Lord
Mythic Scribe