Morning showed us just how bad things really were. We met a group of people running away from Lerna, carrying whatever they could take with them.
They were farmers and citizens, poor people who couldn't even do anything in the face of a monstrosity like the Hydra.
They all looked scared and tired, and some looked sick from the Hydra's poison - their skin was pale and their eyes had a greenish color around them that made the teacher in me very interested.
That didn't seem to be from direct exposure, they would be dead by now otherwise.
"Please," an old man grabbed my arm, his hand shaking. "You must help us. The monster... it's not like anything we've ever seen." I noticed his hand was very cold, and the veins in his arm were a scary dark color - probably because of the Hydra's poison.
