"Aaahhhhhh," Hera screamed as she rushed towards the waiting army. She was throwing her magic and fireballs, left-right and center, blasting everything and everyone that was standing between her and Gaviria.
She hated this man with all of her being. She wanted him dead. She may have wanted Zarinah imprisoned, but Gaviria was the reason they were orphans.
He was the reason she had stayed in the damn orphanage for so long.
He was the reason she had been hated and never knew love. He was there that whole time. And he was waiting for them to grow up so he would use them to fight.
Hera was pissed. She wanted blood, and she was going to get it; she had decided that that was to be paid no matter the price. She was ready to die, and nothing could stop her.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!