Don’t ask me where this is going because I honestly have no idea. This was just meant to be a short drabble about the origin of Amara and that might be all it amounts to be in the end but right now I have a bunch of ideas popping in my head so this might turn into something more. Still, here’s the first chapter. It’s a bit short, but that’s mainly because I really should be writing an essay instead of this. Oh well~ Let’s just call it a ‘Prologue’ instead.
“Deamaro? Deamaro, are you listening to me?”
Two women stood in a small clearing in the middle of the woods, they wore ancient greek clothing and seemed to be in the midst of an argument. The brunette had her back turned to the blonde, and though her face showed no signs of impassiveness, there was a barely distinct rigidness to her stance that showed her discomfort. Her clothing was made of a sheer fabric that seemed to shimmer in the light and a golden wreath was wrapped around her head, a symbol of a recent victory.
“I already told you to leave it be, Cassiopeia. Athena has made her decision clear, and this battle has gone on long enough. It must end.” said the brunette, Deamaro, her voice firm yet calm.
Cassiopeia sighed, running a hand through her golden locks. Dressed in full body armor, with her sword strapped to the side, her look not only came in great contrast to Deamaro’s, but it was also greatly unsettling to see such a beautiful face dressed for war. The blonde opened her mouth and then hesitated, seeming to think twice about what she’d been going to say.
“Very well… I’ll inform the rest. They’ll probably want to speak with you too, though. This decision, it’s…” she didn’t finish, just shaking her head before turning around and silently leaving the clearing.
Deamaro’s shoulders sagged immediately upon the other woman’s exit, she turned her head at the sky and the smallest of sighs could be heard leaving her mouth. It was close to midnight and the stars shone at their brightest. The sight seemed to bring her some sort of comfort as her stance took a much more relaxed state. A small sad smile appeared on her lips “Are they still incomparable, my love?” she murmured.
The sudden rustle of leaves made her snap her attention back at the forest before her. Her eyes narrowed, focusing on something beyond the darkness of the trees, before widening slightly. “Impossible...” she whispered, a shocked look crossed her face and then she was gone. The trees and bushes seemed to part away from her on their own as she made her way past them, and even though she couldn’t have been walking for more than a minute, when she finally stopped the clearing was nowhere in sight and the trail of parted trees behind her seemed to go on for miles.
In front of her stood a great olive tree that she paid no mind to, her gaze was instead focused on the ground before her, where an assortment of curious looking mushrooms laid together forming a perfect circle. Her legs seemed to give out on her and she fell to her knees, abject horror on her face. Her fingers shook as she stretched out her hand, hesitating for a split second before softly touching the earth inside the circle. Almost immediately she let out a loud gasp before throwing her head back. She knelt there with her mouth agape, eyes wide open and glowing entirely blue, as white sparks started to surround her, first slowly before speeding up erratically and covering her completely as they got brighter and brighter until their light filled the whole area and then... it stopped.
The light vanished along with the sparks… and Deamaro. The olive tree stood there with the circle of mushrooms still at its feet giving no sign of what had just happened. Miles away, the blonde armored woman, Cassiopeia, stopped in confusion as she stepped into the clearing to find no sign of her friend.
