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"Hera."
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CLIMBING UP THE stairs, we moved farther down into the tower, coming to two large metal doors that seemed to be sealed expertly, a digital padlock by its side.
Lucas moved toward it, entering what I assumed was a four-digit password, the doors swinging open for us.
Lucas stepped aside beckoning for me to go in.
I hesitated for just a moment, glancing at him, but his encouraging nod allowed me to take the first curious step into the dimly lit room
I could feel him come up behind me, the lights flickering on, to which I assumed he had flipped on.
My eyes narrowed through the freshly lit room, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness, my eyes coming into contact with hundreds of little marbled statues, the sizes of medium vases, that littered the length of the room which was quite large.
"Welcome to the hall of Legends, heroes and gods of old," Lucas chuckled, as I glanced at him, the deep circles beneath his eyelids not able to hide the fact that he seemed genuinely in a better mood despite his progression, "yeah it's a mouth full."
We both chuckled at this.
Turning to study the little statues closer, I moved to the nearest one, picking it up and marveling at the architecture of the little statue. It was a little heavy though.
A fairly sculped man, his locks curly and deep reminding me of Harvests, making me feel that in real life, or had the statue had color, they would have been dark like midnight- no, that didn't look right, deeper brown, but not quite as dark.
That shade of midnight could only belong to one person.
My eyes trailed down to its well-sculped jaw and the fierceness in his eyes.
There was a severed head in his hand as he was mounted across a winged horse, seeming to raise the head whose hair was a writhing mount of vipers toward the sky, a battle cry on the verge of erupting from his lips.
"That's Perseus, son of Zeus and his mortal lover, Danaë," Lucas explained with a low sniff moving closer, "that's Medusa's head, the weapon he used to save the princess Andromeda from the sea monster, Cetus," he explained and I remembered reading of the Greek hero, once a few years ago in the palace library.
I still couldn't believe the number of details that were displayed on the tiny statue, of the very tiniest making it look so life-like and real I could only commend the artist.
"W-who made this?" I signed placing the statue back.
"Ogun," Lucas grinned back, " I mean Mr. Ogutsus," he replied moving toward another statue, "he likes to make these statues in his free time," he explained, "it's a weird hobby, but as I said," he huffed picking up one of the statues, "he has an obsession with the old gods. I think he still believes they exist somewhere out there," he explained turning slightly to me with the statue he was holding in his hands.
"Hercules, " he mentioned, and I moved closer to it, studying the little statue.
He stood looking like the hero of the legends, bareback, seemingly breathless, tall, and sharp, and yet he looked strangely familiar.
He seemed to be taller than Perseus. His hair was however long and rolled down his back like a wild mane.
I just couldn't put a finger on it, where had I seen that face?
Lucas put the statue back, eyes trailing the length of the room with a soft sigh,
"Heroes, legends, and gods, their moments and their faces," he added looking back at me.
I folded my arms, my mind still toggling with itself as I glanced down at the Hercules statue that Lucas had just put down.
My attention, however, soon returned to him as he walked down the length of the cleared spaces between the tiny statues, and I found myself trolling behind him, taking everything in.
I spotted the statue of a Trojan horse, Lucas pointing out the sword in the stone, and a figure drawing it out of its slot, allowing me to stop and study it, static to see a young King Author.
After studying a few more statutes, my feet stopped before a familiar-looking statue, that I had seen many times in my history books.
I lifted him, eyebrows arching quite surprised, as I brought it up to study the Zulu man, with his signature Zulu shield, his headdress, his tall nature, and a hard jaw staring out into the space between us.
"Shaka Zulu," Lucas grunted, placing his hands inside his pockets as he stood beside me eyes settling on the little statue in my hand.
I looked at him maintaining my surprised look.
"I know," Lucas chuckled, "according to Mr. Ogustus, it has been speculated that he carried the blood of Ares," he replied looking down at the statue, "or whatever form the god took and the name to which he showed himself as at that time, therefore, if that were true, he was technically a demigod, originating from the god of war himself."
My eyebrows drew together had so many questions about it but it seemed Lucas was way ahead of me gesturing me to follow him as we walked further down the room until we reached the end, and just when I thought we had reached a dead-end, he flickered on more lights and my breath almost left my body when I realized that the large room I thought was much larger than I ever speculated.
Statues the size of full-grown men stood before me, in six straight rows.
I came face to face with the first, seated on a thrown, a lightning bolt in his hand, a grey flowing beard carved down to his waist, a spiked crown on his head.
His eyes seemed to stare at me, a swirly dream of fury that screamed power and made me fear a little despite it being a mere statue.
'Zeus' I signed, feeling out of breath at the large statue, eyes seeming to stare down at the bottom of my soul.
Lucas nodded, "the man himself," he grinned, "at least I would think he was, no one knows how he would look I would say Mr. Ogustus made it seem more like Zeus than I'd ever believed him to be," he sighed, eyes trailing round the look of the statue.
I nodded at this breathlessly, not being able to stand in front of the statue for much longer. I moved toward the next one in the horizontal line, her beautiful radiant face, mimicked the grace and design of the stars and the sky that held up their heavenly bodies.
She had a crown on her head almost the same as Zeus's and in her hand a slender scepter with what look looked like an open flower at the end.
She looked calm and expressionless, and her hair flowed down to her waist, and this time I was quite sure it was very dark in color, as no other color would ever bring about her beauty if it weren't for black.
"Hera," Lucas commented the name that was already floating about in my head.
I nodded, turning to look down the line at the statue behind her.
My eyebrows arched as I moved toward the second statue that was directly behind heard.
It was of another female, however, this one looked strikingly different from the one before, she looked more fearful, in her hand, her scepter was replaced with a spear, her eyes looked hungry for blood, and the attire looked as if she lived in the Amazon, a reed skirt and a grass shirt, and yet her beauty was familiar and recognizable.
"Another face of Hera," Lucas sighed, taking out a deep breath, "many of these gods were known differently depending on the civilization and time," he explained, "Hera always had a dark side to her," he noted and I nodded remembering all the stories I had ever read of her.
My eyes trailed away from her statue, glancing down the endless streams of statues, depicting all the faces in different societies.
"You should see Athena, always graceful," Lucas noted moving forward. My eyes dimmed for a second before walking after him, but not before spotting the neatly printed civilization beneath Hera's statue.
Aztec.
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Bro.. This was the biggest clue yet! Any guesses?
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