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For context, the setting is supposed to be similar to the Hellenistic Era of Ancient Greece, in a Caveat-like theatre(If you like my writing, and want to see more, PLS send me asks, the fandoms I write for and Nono's are pinned on my page)
Warnings// Depictions of gore and violence, guns and swords, minor cliffhanger if you squint
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On the guards’ ends, they passed a small cue down to the stage before replacing themselves behind the Goddess’s chair, “Ladies and gentlemen, let the show… begin!”
A disarming smile displayed on the Woman's lips, Her slender hand leaning softly against Her cheek. As She shifted Her hands, the off-shoulder sleeves on Her velvety black dress— garnished with silk roses—, wrinkled and slid ever so slightly up Her arms.
A messily beautiful display of tricks and twists went on at the infant stage below. The dear, dejected Serafina just couldn’t be satisfied by pulling rabbits out of hats, anymore. Of course, She couldn’t control that She was like this, She had simply existed for just… so long.
Some sorrowful display cast over Her smile whilst staring upon what the people thought Her upbringing had been, “This is all wrong…!”
“Would you like me to inform them?” A fit, armored, young woman knelt beside Her Grace.
“Absolutely not, Anthea; I would rather they not know than they be aware and revolt… Ignorance is bliss, afterall,” She kept Her stern facade through Her disgust.
“As you wish, My Liege,” The soldier of sorts returned to her post in the corner, armor clanking softly against itself.
The show continued, seemingly harmless. No one in the theatre nearly had the chance to catch the barrel of a gun in an actress’s boot. An evil grin consistently mistaken for one of enjoyment.
“and now…,” The man from earlier announced an hour since the start, “Let the beginning of the end commence!”
“Haah, finally…; this one was starting to bore me more than some of the others have… And I thought it would be different,” Serafina, ever the infamous one for never giving up pride, therefore, even when a show appalled Her, She stayed.
“You know, it would be a shame if-,” The lights went out, accompanied by the ping of a bullet ringing through the air — the result of Her own foolishness.
A deep chuckle slipped from Her mouth, “Oh, is it going to be interesting, afterall? Save the best for last, I suppose.”
“No, Miss, I-I don’t think that is part of the show,” Ethaan called, across from Anthea.
“Not part of the show? So you believe it may be an attack?”
“It is possible, yes,” He adjusted his glasses as if they had miraculously slid down his nose, which they were too tight to do.
“Then should we not evacuate the Lady?” Anthea protested.
“Err…” A small stutter sounded from the boy.
“If I am not in any immediate danger then what is the point?” Serafina stood up, turning around to face the two guards with a perky chuckle, “If it comes down to, then you shall fight.”
“If it is your order, My Lady,” Ethaan hesitantly obeyed, nodding as he turned and looked to his colleague.
The Woman placed a hand on the chair’s armrest from where she stood beside it. The young soldiers exchanged glances; they had only met fairly recently, though they figured they got along just fine.
“We can make that-” Bullets split the mount of one last burning candle, hurling flames towards the ground.
“Well, this means we fight?” Ethaan adjusted his glasses once more, the nerves shaking his fingertips.
“It does. Lady Serafina, please get back.” Anthea stood her ground, moving slightly in front of her superior.
With the Goddess safely behind Her guards, they readied themselves. Combat may be approaching.
“Where is it coming from? Do you think it is one person or multiple?” Her trusted guards quickly questioned the Lady.
“The first shot sounded like it came from the stage, when the lights went out. And if the one from just now managed to hit our only light left… then it had to of also come from the stage; so, it is at least one of the actors.” Serafina always had such an unnatural sense of hearing. Quite convenient, yes…
Stampeding footsteps raced up the stairs, just so happening to stop in front of their target —There were two of them.
The five of them only needed the slivers of moonlight, seeping in through scream-soaked curtains, to spot each other’s silhouettes. Second by second, breath by labored breath, the anticipation of who would move first—or even breathe first.
Ethaan and Anthea were too slow, the attackers too fast. The darkness blinded Serafina. How unfortunate, She just can’t see in the dark.
Pew, one bullet shot was all it took. Where was it going? To the Goddess? To the guards? The latter. Who? Anthea; she pushed her partner away, taking the bullet to her own abdomen. Wait…, a second shot? So quickly? Did they both have guns?
Ethaan didn’t risk it, he lunged at the anonymous—too late… He landed his blade in a shoulder, yes, but The Lady had already taken the blow.
Her senses had failed Her. She had only been hit in Her right eye, communication was still possible; unless it had gone too deep?
“Ms. Serafina!” Ethaan called out, watching as his boss dropped to Her knees.
She kept silent, still, and silent.
The only audible thing being the labored breaths of the others.
Panicked, the attackers left. Was that it? They thought the bullet took Serafina’s life; so, that was it? How awfully pathetic.
“They’re gone now; please tell me you’re alive, Milady!”
“Yes, I am fine. I only dropped, so they would leave. Though, My eye is definitely going to be blinded; the shrapnel got in it.” She paused, looking at the frightened boy, “Is Anthea alive?”
A withered, “Yes…” sounded from the ground, Anthea lay there, broken and defeated.
“Come now, we shall get you the medical attention you require; we can’t have My best in centuries dying on Me, now, can we?” Serafina carefully cradled the maimed maiden in Her arms, “You aren't injured, as well, are you Ethaan?”
He shook his head, thankfully in good physical health. Yes, physical, at the very least. Had anyone more been injured She wouldn’t have known what to do with Herself. She already didn’t know what to do with Herself; this whole moment felt oddly evocative, almost as if this had maybe happened to Her before. But it hadn’t, it couldn’t have! Or could it. Had it?
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Hey so like, I'm currently writing a book and was wondering how many people would be interested in reading the first 2 or 3 chapters of it? It's set in a fantasy version of Ancient Greece, and the main characters are a goddess and her two guards. It's about the goddess, Serafina, and how the loyalty of one of her guards turns into the guard obsessing over her, and how everything takes a turn when the guard does something to "prove her loyalty" to Serafina. Would you guys be interested?
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