Piles of Paper
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“This is quite a lot,” says Eleanna reading the papers that Mila gave her. Although she's the pinnacle of speed, the piles of paper take her minutes to read carefully and decide if she should sign them. Her afterimages look like she has dozens of arms.
They're inside a large room. In the middle is a table where Eleanna is sitting at. Behind her is the large window that lets in the pale light from the sun. Two demigod guards stand at either side of the wide double door. Shelves of books and records line up along the wall at the right and left. The walls themselves have been repaired although the damage is still obvious. Nonetheless, it's a functional office for the new leader.
Mila with her long dark hair flowing like water as it ever was is standing in front of Eleanna's desk. A light breeze in the room makes her hair flail like silk along with the chiton of her black peplos (long tunic for women) she's wearing. There's a silver wreath on her head, giving more impression that tells people she's a goddess. Although, even without them, her face and aura are enough to tell.
Her face tells anyone that her mind is filled with millions of thoughts. She's not in the present but floating without direction on her sea of thoughts. There's no reason for her to be happy nor be angry. She's just empty.
Eleanna is done and takes a look at the golden quill. “What bird does this feather come from?” she asks.
Startled into widening her eyes, Mila clears her throat and answers, “It's artificial, my lady.”
With a disappointed scoff, she says, “I thought it's a feather from a phoenix.”
“Feathers of phoenixes can burn things, my lady.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Pardon me.”
Mila bows at her before collecting the piles of paper with the help of her dark clouds. “If you'll excuse me, my lady.”
The guards open the door when she turns to walk to the door. The piles of paper held by her clouds follow behind her.
“By the way,” Eleanna says.
“Yes, my lady?” asks Mila turning around.
“How's Lady Aurelia?”
“She's fine, my lady. Darius is taking care of her so we have nothing to worry about.”
“Are you sure that Darius will not cause any trouble for her?” she chuckles.
Sighing as she looks to the ground for a moment, Mila says, “Darius has grown up, my lady. He's now responsible and more restrained unlike he was before. Haven't you observed, my lady?”
“Oh, it's uh...” She looks away. “It's just that I haven't seen him around lately.”
“Then I suggest you can go see him, my lady, witness how much has changed in him. As the first ruler of Odin's Order, it's a good idea to know the strengths of the people under your command.”
“Can you take me to him?”
“Of course, my lady.”
In a steady normal way, Eleanna stands up from her seat. Her hair is braided into rows to keep them away from her face. Her golden-colored armor—which she always wears is a symbol of her reputation as the ruler. It's an advanced armor fitting for her with a red cape flailing as she walks.
The halls of the palace are full of busy officials and workers walking to and fro. All of them greet the two goddesses as they pass by. Mila is not in the mood to smile back unlike Eleanna and just walks straight to where she wants to go.
“I'll put these in my office first, my lady,” Mila says, referring to the following piles of paper following her around.
“Alright,” nods Eleanna.
Once she's at the door of her office, she bows before going inside. Piles of paper are everywhere, on the desks, shelves, and even on the floor. She sighs her breath through her teeth.
“I wish I could make them all rot,” she mutters, frowning.
After she puts the new pile of papers on the floor, she comes out and closes the door. Both of them continue walking.
Eleanna says, “I'm sorry that you, Lady Juliet, and Cairo have been put with so much paperwork.”
“It's fine, my lady. That's our job as the Third Seaters. Besides, no one else among the remainders of Olympus and Asgard can do a better job than us.”
“I know and I am truly grateful for it. Because of you three, we restored the order. I hope that it will last long.”
“We intend to keep it that way, my lady. As long as we welcome and make our faction the best place for survivors around the world to start a new life. Especially to raise the newly-born deities, we can gather more manpower to keep the world in balance.”
“Speaking of which. Have you found a clue about the location of the new Deity of the Sea?”
“I have found nothing, my lady.”
“That's the power we desperately need. We have the deities we need to dominate the land and air but we need the power of the sea. Other factions will try to use that power to take us down by starving our people.”
“I understand, my lady. We're trying our best to find the deity.”
They make their way out and to the garden behind the palace where hundreds of humans are busy gardening. On the path that leads to the fountain in the middle, there's Aurelia on a wheelchair, Darius pushing it from behind, and Hera walking beside them.
With the flowers she picked, Hera makes a flower crown with different flowers. The scent of the flowers mix as they try to let their fragrance out before the summer is over. She is wearing a dress that once belonged to Mila when she was young. Darius is wearing armor much like the other guards wear but he's one of the strongest warriors in the world now. So, they made it far more intricate than the guards have. There's an emblem on his chest plate. It's the triple horn of Odin.
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