07-17-2014, 12:50 AM
Today was supposed to be a day of relaxation but Michael found it hard to unwind given the recent developments. He felt more secure than he had in a long time but relaxation was still far away.
It had been so long since he had had a chance to do something that did not threaten either his own life or others he found himself at a loss. The thought of going out held no appeal to him. He did not feel like being recognized for his feats in DV. He hoped that Nikolai and his team had at least attempted to suppress the video, but media in this day and age could never be kept from those who wished to find it.
SO it was he found himself propped up in bed with a copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses for company. It had been one of his favourite poems from Ancient Rome in his time at the military academy and with the revelation of the Atharim's knowledge perhaps he could glean something from the myths.
It spoke of a golden age ruled by Saturn and his Titan children before the age of man, then came destruction, sin and revolution. The rise and fall of Gods, men and monsters.
However, whatever truths the text may have hidden, Michael could not discern. He had fallen into a content state of calm when a knock came from the door.
Instinctively he seized the power, but with little force or intent. It was a curiosity in itself. The only people who had visited him were assassins, and he very much doubted an assassin would be pleasant enough to knock.
Although surprise had not worked, perhaps they decided had decided on a new approach. Michael thought with dry humour as he made his way down the stairs in his thick coat of navy blue.
When he opened the door, he drew in more of the power at the sight of the tiny Atharim woman. She did not seem openly hostile, but he prepared both defences and an attack just in case.
He did not bother with pointless questions of how, his only concern was why. "What brings you here, Atharim?"
It had been so long since he had had a chance to do something that did not threaten either his own life or others he found himself at a loss. The thought of going out held no appeal to him. He did not feel like being recognized for his feats in DV. He hoped that Nikolai and his team had at least attempted to suppress the video, but media in this day and age could never be kept from those who wished to find it.
SO it was he found himself propped up in bed with a copy of Ovid's Metamorphoses for company. It had been one of his favourite poems from Ancient Rome in his time at the military academy and with the revelation of the Atharim's knowledge perhaps he could glean something from the myths.
It spoke of a golden age ruled by Saturn and his Titan children before the age of man, then came destruction, sin and revolution. The rise and fall of Gods, men and monsters.
However, whatever truths the text may have hidden, Michael could not discern. He had fallen into a content state of calm when a knock came from the door.
Instinctively he seized the power, but with little force or intent. It was a curiosity in itself. The only people who had visited him were assassins, and he very much doubted an assassin would be pleasant enough to knock.
Although surprise had not worked, perhaps they decided had decided on a new approach. Michael thought with dry humour as he made his way down the stairs in his thick coat of navy blue.
When he opened the door, he drew in more of the power at the sight of the tiny Atharim woman. She did not seem openly hostile, but he prepared both defences and an attack just in case.
He did not bother with pointless questions of how, his only concern was why. "What brings you here, Atharim?"
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."