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AN-Shivy thank you so much for telling me what you think, don't worry you will be included in the story soon enough. Just tell me how you spell, you know whose name. Also everyone else that gave me such great reviews, thank you. Just keep on reviewing.


"Folken she is the key, the spirit of the mighty Greek goddess had been sworn to protect the power at all cost. She has the Scirophoria around her neck that proves it. If we can control her and make her see the perfect destiny, she will be a great deal of help."
"Yes Lord Dornkirk." Folken felt uneasy but didn't show it, taking control of someone's life wasn't a normal thing in his view.
Folken walked back to her quarters, Lord Dornkirk had requested an audience with the girl. To show her what she is capable of doing if properly trained. "Or ruined by Dilandau." Folken spoke to himself.
There was no one around. The lifeless hallways had been long dead, stripped away from laughter and spirit. A soldiers life was not to laugh or love, but to follow orders and kill. Folken knew this very well, he didn't want to feel anything or remember. But how could her not, sending his own country into the blazing fires of hell. I have failed to be your king and now I failed to be your rescuer. He let his own words haunt him. "She would hate me if she know."

Athena held her arms and squeezed hard. Hoping that if she squeezed hard enough she would disappear. She was walking behind Folken and in front of Dilandau, an arraignment that made her feel uneasy. Now she knew that this was a floating fortress and that even if she tried to run there was nowhere to go. She hated being here especially with him. The silver heard boy, who made every day of her life on this fortress a nightmare. What purpose do I have knowing how to use a sward? I will never be able to kill another human being, I am not like them. Dilandau had made it his mission to take all of his frustration out on me, a good thing for his slayers but a terrible turn of events for me. Perhaps if he wasn't so closed off from any human contact passed physical, I would know what had happened to make him this way. No one and nothing is all black and white. No person is all evil, they just need a patient person to bring out the good in them. Wheel Dilandau to find out your good side, I will have to work twice as hard. Athena thought to her self, as they walked over to meat with Lord Dornkirk.

Folken escorted her to the platform and left her standing there. Her heart was pounding and she could feel her body shake with fear. Athena didn't know what to expect. Just as she was about to take a step back she bumped in to Folken. He put his firm hand on her shoulder and whispered into her ear, "Don't be afraid." So they waited there, as an image of an old man appeared on the screen before them. It was only his face, he looked like he was nearing his end but was to proud to admit it.
"Step forward child." Dornkirk's voice echoed through the room.
Folken knew that she didn't want to. He had heard her protest quietly, and felt her body tense. So he pushed her forward making sure that no one saw.
"Y..Yes my Lord?" She dropped onto her knees.
"So you are Athena, I am the leader of this empire. Lord Dornkirk. You may consider yourself lucky to be a part of such a great and powerful nation such as Zaiback and the glorious future that is in store for Gaea."
"I am sorry but I don't understand?" Athena questioned.
"You are part of a powerful legend that will help me."
"Please my Lord elaborate. I have no power over people, and no wealth to use in this quest."
"But you do, you have the spirit of the great goddess Athena. You have been marked as her hostess when the gods were destroyed." Dornkirk looked at Athena's expression.
"One of the legends of Atlantis speaks of a goddess that had sworn to protect the power or awake it if necessary."
Suddenly a circle of light energy surrounded her and the Scirophoria around her neck begun to give off a white glow. After the inhabitants of the room regained their vision, they were greeted by a goddess with out stretched wings and a staff. Athena seemed to be possessed and unaware of the powerful invader that had taken over her body.
"Ja sam ta koja pravi druge bogove ljubomornim. Jer ja sam ta koja nikada nije morala se klanjati zeusa ni sa rjecima ni sa djelovima, ali sam jos uvjek omiljena u njegovim ocima ostala." (I am the one that arose other gods jealousy, for I do not bow to the mighty Zeus in words nor act. But yet I do as I please.) She spoke in her native tongue but no one but Dornkirk understood. Her wings stretched out and levitated her above the ground. But once she stopped talking the invader left the host and her wings shed their feathers.
"Dilandau! You will train her." Dornkirk yelled for the boy to come forward. "She should be put on the front-line so that she may cast a shadow upon the dragon."
"Yes Lord Dornkirk."
"My Lord perhaps this is all too much for her. With your permission I would like to tell her about the Atlantis people, the Greek goddess and the legend." Folken emerged from the crowd and stood above her body.
"Yes Folken you should, this little one seems to have been too sheltered from the world."


AN-So what do you think. Tell me, Tell me, Tell me!!!!!!! I thought that since the legend of Atlantis is part of the Greek mythology I might as well use a Greek god to give the story a strange out of the ordinary turn of events. I hope you like it. That wasn't Latin it was Croation, my language. I thought that would be different as well. Scirophoria is a mystical object which Athena's followers would have with them when they made offerings to her. I'm not sure what the object is but in my story it's a necklace that Athena of Gaea has.