They splashed each other and gathered shells. The bright sun was high in the sky before they sat among the flowers. Lying beside each other in the warm day, they talked about their love for one another and how, one day, they would be together as husband and wife. Artemia looked at him. I don t know.
Dreams are powerful things.
She walked towards the round, marble building. Climbing the stairs, she looked at the pointed ceiling. It reached towards the gods, invoking their power. Reaching the center, she cleared her mind. A bolt of lightning struck the oracle and it began to crumble.