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"I - I don't know," Kros' voice broke, "I..."
She wiped her tears away and squeezed Ral's corpse.
Kros was tired of crying. She didn't know how Ral could randomly die, but she'd find out. Even if revenge sucked, it didn't matter.
"I'll be a minute," she grumbled, leaving the temple.

Kros laid Ral's body next to the side of Apollo's temple.
She'd never prayed to a Greek god before, but it was worth a try. Then again, she didn't know who she prayed to.
Let Ral live the afterlife that she deserves, Kros mentally prayed, even if she won't like it. If she has done good and only good in this world, then let her be her happiest. Please.
Fortunately, Kros had a lighter with her. She used it to burn Ral's body.
A funeral fit for a queen, she thought.

Kros took the compressed boulder and made it huge as a source of transportation.
"Sparta anyone?" she bellowed, jumping onto the rock.
Her grief disappeared.
Someone killed Ral. And Kros would find them.
Revenge, here I come.

Kros flew on, ignoring the horrible weather.
She only thought about how grievous it was to be alone.
Just like school, she thought. And the memories floated back.


Kros sat in her desk, fiddling her thumbs.
F, F, F, F, she reiterated in her head.
Mrs. Karten, the math teacher, stared at Kros.
"Did you study?" the nasally teacher's voice asked.
A spark of hope shone in Kros' heart, "N-no ma'am."
She handed Kros her paper.
F, F, F, F, she reiterated in her head, more passionately this time.
She stared at her grade.
110/100
Mrs. Karten's chicken scratch entitled, "Well done!"
Kros' heart broke. There was no bonus problem, so how could she get a 110%?
Great, she realized, will it be the taunting or the "no-duh-Chriaxa-got-an-A"?
Hopefully, the taunting.
Everyone had made fun of Kros during her 9th grade year. She was only thirteen and she skipped a grade (or was it two?) all because she had said one thing.
She never found anyone to befriend. No one had truly cared about her.
Being intelligent was a burden.


Remembering those moments made Kros weep in agony. Ral cared and cared like no one ever had. Not even her new friends, who clearly showed that they liked her.
Ral can't be replaced, and it's only natural for her to die.
But it hurt so much.
Ral looked pained as she died. What was it that she had said?
"My spirit...a part...of...you..."
Ral's spirit is a part of mine? Kros theorized, Maybe in memory.
"do not...trust goddess..."
Do not trust Eris? Kros thought, Maybe this is some kind of twisted plot. Where Apollo just accused - no. If he let me see the sun chariot without going blind that time, even if it was just Helios, I shouldn't blame him.
Kros wept on.

blayd and pandora galloped off in the direction of town, and blayd said "i wonder what we could find in a salon?" then he noticed the weather and thought i hope tony is alright

blayd frowned slightly and said "i hope your right" and as he said that they entered a portion of town overrun with salons and barbershops. a man with black hair that was streaked with white was sweeping the sidewalks outside of one of the salons. he looked up and blayd noticed how pale his skin was. he asked pandora to slow down

Pandora gently slowed Sage from his canter to a walk. She then glanced over her shoulder at Blayd. " What is it Blayd? Why did you want to slow down?'

Pandora glanced over and started snickering as she saw that Blayd was right. " I agree but you may have to shut me up as I have a feeling I might burst out into Epiphany. I can't resist those songs are so much fun to sing!" She then pulled Sage to a halt in the middle of the road. No one was coming so it didn't matter that much.