of the fact that she would be finding out what she
“I have killed the humans that came from your
wanted, one way or another. “A severed connection,
home, yes.” The words only just left his mouth when
one that should never be, lead me here.” Her head
her bow shifted upwards, an arrow forming in the
dipped to the mechanical man. “Are you to blame?”
pulled string. A dangerous look crossed her face,
“Yes. . . And no.” Again the knowing grin found
mingling with her narrow eyes and untrembling lips.
its way onto his features and, again, his staff gently
It caused one of his eyebrows to raise along with
tapped against the ground. The ticking began
the wings behind him to twitch into view again.
its regular second long intervals and the world
“. . . But not all of them. I haven’t given you my
followed its lead, almost as if nothing occurred.
name until now but, even with it, you won’t know me.
Neith’s eyes narrowed for the third time within the
I am Chronos and I. . . Well,” His grin returns, “keep
short conversation. He held up a hand, asking for
the time.” A soft chuckle left him at the pun, his head
a moment to explain and to hold her tongue.
shook with the sound and caused the white hair to
spill over his shoulder bracers. “I crack myself up.
But, onto more pressing matters-” He gave her bow a
clear look, “there is a war going on around you, Neith.
All pantheons--” Her mouth opened to protest. “Yes, I
said pantheons, I will explain them later to you.” Her
mouth shut. “But it is why your people are dying and
it is why the world is being thrown off, but for now. . .”
His stance shifted, in a moment he went
from someone who tried and, arguably, failed to
keep control to something like a boxer. His toes
shifted beneath him, he began to step forwards
calmly with his staff, and gave her the smallest
of nods. When the goddess shifted to look behind
her two silhouettes came into view, neither of
them she could identify aside from one was
big and the other appeared to be hovering.
Chronos stepped towards them and spun
his staff behind him, electric blue gears shifted
beneath him. For a moment it appeared as if there
was a small trail of copies of him just echoing his
movements. When he spoke it echoed, mimicking
the effect of his body. His eyes set on her again,
all sense of control returning as he spoke,
“Enemies incoming.” ■
By Jessica Seney
The Official SMITE Magazine Issue #19
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