Lahat ng Kabanata ng Athena A Love Of A Thousand Years: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Zeus. Saturday, May 5th. Next day. Late evening. John drives the military truck down a path that should lead to the same spot where I saw Athena's comrades disappear into that night we captured her. The same spot that I suspect serves as the entrance to the Rebel settlement. I should know. Because that night, just before we captured Athena, I saw a portal open and her comrades enter through it. Houses and roads revealed inside the portal before they vanished behind it. But right now, as John parks the truck near a corpse of trees, all I see is an endless forest. Blanketed by tall, intimidating trees that look unnaturally still. The rain falls heavily over the truck's rooftop. My black leather trench coat keeps me shielded from the damned cold. "You're sure we should be here, Commander? The rebels could be lurking behind any of these trees." John's voice drifts into my thoughts. I cautiously scan the darkness ahead of us. The trees barely stir beneath the cold wind. "If they

Athena. Battle Chief's Residence. Sunday, 6th May. Next Day. Morning. I scoop another spoonful of the delicious oats porridge into my mouth, chewing on the oats as if I'm hanging on for dear life. Some juicy strawberries slipped into the spoon when I scooped, and now they're in my mouth. So good! The taste of the porridge, the smell of roses outside, the scent of wet earth from all the rain last night. All of it makes me feel so alive. Yet, the thought of my fallen brethren, the thought of Alpha Octavius dead, and my parents worried for me. Regret and guilt suddenly surge inside me, as I spoon some more food into my mouth. The feeling suddenly makes me sick. Then I stiffen. My stomach growls. Twists violently, like I'm about to haul. Oh shit. No. No. No. I'm about to haul. Without batting an eye, I hurriedly set the bowl on the nightstand and rush out of bed. But before I can reach the bathroom, I retch, and everything comes pouring out of me. Wave after wave of vomit spil

Norman Ironheart. Tuesday, 8th May. Two days later. Rich Rhubarb Restaurant. DC Wing. Night. Calypso, myself, my mother, Captain Theresa Holland, and a few of my generals and their partners. All of us are seated at a very lavish table in my VIP room of the restaurant. A richly decorated table covered with expensive cloth and dinner wares. Expensive plates and glass cups and shining silver cutlery, all of them glittering under the chinking chandelier above us. It is a dinner I organized for the media. Something to remind the people of Earth that I am still their Overlord. And I still have power and control over their lives. And I can crush anyone, any creature within my grasp. “This dinner was a remarkable idea Overlord.” General Pius Mitten, one of the two generals I appointed to replace General Zoya and General Antoine, speaks hesitantly. I tear my gaze away from my food and focus on him. His eyes instantly falter the moment my eyes land on him. “What was that, General?” I ask

Zeus. DC Wing. High Towers. Friday, 11th May, three days later… Evening. I walk through the dimly lit dungeon corridors of High Towers. Small light bulbs line the corridors of the place. A highly fortified building that has served as a jail for the Overlord’s most notorious offenders since my father’s era. High profile rebels. Mutinous officers. All of them have always ended up here, ever since I can remember. Most of them have lived out the rest of their lives in here. Others ended up executed for crimes against the Overlord. As I walk through the corridors, my entire body is hidden beneath a dark, long cloak, my face shielded as I pass the cells. The smell of decay and rot drifts through my nostrils with every step. The anguished cries of the damned fill the suffocating silence as I walk past each cell door. "Please... Mercy..." I hear an anguished, ragged voice plead as I pass one cell door, my feet skidding to a halt. At the same time, a hand jolts out through the bars of th

Cristoff. Sunday, 13th May. Next day. Morning. I pace my room anxiously. My muscles are wound tight from all the anxiety that has surged through me since last night. Since I sneaked near the Council Building and heard everything they said. The adrenaline that spiked through me as I listened with my wolf hearing frequency. I still remember the feeling from last night. I wasn't supposed to know of the meeting. How could I? It was meant for warriors and not useless omegas like us. But when you're the nephew of the most trusted wolf, the Oracle, there's very little you don't get tipped off about. Then you handle the rest yourself. I recall two nights ago, when my aunt, Medura, walked into the house. She was drenched in sadness and grief as she sat down with her purchases from Willy's Wools. "How was the shopping, Aunt?" I had asked as I set dinner before her. Nothing special. Just cornbread and corned beef stew. I had baked the cornbread from some of the corn flour rations we wer