"Hera, stop. You're scaring the children. Hera you need to calm down. Hera.."The voice was persuading her again but she was beyond being persuaded, and why would that little shit call her Hera?
Who was Hera?
"I. Am. Not. Hera. Now, will you just stop bothering me, and go back to wherever cursed place you came from!" She was angry, she was frustrated with everything. She was not ready t accept herself, not yet. Her tantrums had awoken the warlocks, and when they saw her, they bowed their heads down before her in respect.
"great..first a voice in my head.., and now a bunch of old men is bowing down to me. Great..just fucking great. Where the drum rolls at y'all. You want to see the great Rhian Daniels being bowed before but honestly, I'm sick of this shit. I sick of whatever this is that is happening to me." She cried looking at the matron of the orphanage.
The matron was not scared. She had known that such a day would come, but seeing the girl distraught like this, that broke her.
