Agents of Armageddon XXXIEmilia found herself down on a beach where large, blue-green waves patted whitish-yellow sand. In front of her, quite far off in the distance, were rocks with white buildings resting upon them, and she started walking in that direction. The wind was blowing from behind, a tepid levanto, and the sun was warming her neck. She didn't know what had happened, how she had got here if she still was dreaming and if so what this was all about. But somehow she figured there might be answers to be found in those white buildings ahead of her. Some explanation to all this she was doing. Perhaps Apollo would be there waiting for her?She felt light
Agents of Armageddon XXVIIEmilia woke up with sadness choking her troth. She remembered Apollo; she could still feel his tender hands upon her longing flesh, still sense his masculine flagrances in her nostrils. This was so unreal, she was so unreal. Lanineme was the one who was real. Lanineme who had love Apollo the Greek and who had had his child. Or had she? She couldn't recall holding a child; she only remembered that Loradan for some reason was the responsible for her child's death. Had he forced an abortion upon her? She couldn't recall. She could only feel this great great sadness in her heart as she thought back upon what she had lost.Giving in to her tears