Antomea's Chronicle - Hera 3 A Short History Lesson

The Guild of Griven is what adventurers in the big cities mockingly call, (a rural guild.)

As sad as it is, no one can really contradict these people coming from all the Kingdom of Antomea, because although it occupies a huge three-storey mansion overlooking the small town of twenty thousand inhabitants, Griven itself is surrounded by nothing but forests and fields.

In the guild's dining room, where having lunch those who allow ordinary citizens to live in peace, today as every day, a lively atmosphere perfumes this second floor.

Among those who compare the monsters they defeated on their last mission, a little girl with long black hair is quietly seated on a rough wooden table.

The curious little girl likes to eat here more than anything else. This place is so much fun. Listening to all these dwarf adults fight verbally like children until they get angry and stick their fist in the face of their neighbour pleases her very much.

Yet today, something is disturbing the pleasure of the adorable child dressed in a charming little yellow dress. Something horrible that will certainly cause her heavy wounds on her tongue. Something disgusting that leaves a bad taste in her little mouth.

Dissatisfied, the little girl spits out this not good thing, then pushes her orange plate to the side.

"Hera, if you want to become a tall girl, you have to eat your carrots."

"But I'm not a horse and besides, it tastes like earth."

Having such a pretty little girl in this place who smell the testosterone is a blessing in the eyes of the four female receptionists.

Their guild master brought this child who runs all the time, the night he was looking for the bandit who was vandalizing the warehouse.

Since then, this little girl who does ten stupid things a day has started to share their daily life, which used to be all about previously only made of screams and stupid phrases, like : "That's all! Well, me, I killed..."

Faced with this beautiful little sulky face, the young blonde woman sighs. She knows that Hera is doing her little whim again, however how to force this cute little thing to do what she doesn't want.

"All right, leave your carrots if you wish, but you'll still have to... Hiiii! You little pest, come back here. Hera, you must eat cheese if you want to be strong. Great liberator, would this child is a monkey?"

Who can love that smelly cheese that comes from the udders of cows? Not Hera anyway. To avoid eating it, she creates a diversion by throwing her little round cheese in the face of the young receptionist and immediately jumps out of the window.

Often, when the little girl walks through the streets without any real purpose, her steps lead her to the big central square where a gigantic statue of a very beautiful lady stands reminding her of the women of her people.

Hera is a little young to understand all the subtleties of the politics and the complex history of this Kingdom that one hundred and twenty years ago sank into darkness. At least that is the opinion of Caius.

Under the insistence of Hera, who is so eager to know who the stone lady who looks so much like her was, the guild master resolved to tell the little girl a simplified version of why her grandfather and those who have now left, adored this great woman.

Hera sits down in a small patch of gra.s.s in the main square. However, the water that the earth has not yet absorbed after the rain fell not an hour ago, wets her little b.u.t.tocks.

No more embarra.s.sed than that by the feeling of dampness and the mud that has just soiled the back of her pretty dress, her eyes run across the face of the pretty lady with the little horns.

Caius once said to her: "You know, you're a lucky little thing. If it was guild master in the middle or south of the kingdom who had found you, he would have eaten you."

Hera doesn't believe she's really edible, but since the child didn't know the eating habits of grumpy dwarves at the time, she considered it possible that little people do like little girls' steaks.

Later, Caius taught her that the Humans living in the far north of the Kingdom like horned women very much. Hera, who feared that this dwarf had taken her in to fatten her up with the final aim of eating her, became frightened and she fled during three days.

Spending so much time hiding in the cellar of the adventurers' guild without ever being found and starving by the second hour, Hera considered that get fattened like a pig wasn't so bad after all.

The little girl loves breaded chicken wings more than anything else. It's really tasty and it cracks when she bites into it.

So, to celebrate her return, the first thing she did when she came back from her runaway (to a faraway country), was to ask for a big plate with fat potatoes on it.

It is precisely around a plate full of wings of this bird that Caius managed to discuss with the child who waddled on her chair.

Hera learned so much that day that she could not even hold back half of it.

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This part contains a spoil of Antomea's Chronicle – Nina.

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The beautiful lady who looks like her, but in a higher version, is the heroine of the far north of the Kingdom of Antomea.

A long time ago, the inhabitants of this little corner of the Kingdom which previously belonged to the Kingdom of Aesop, lived so sadly that in her small head Hera compared them to those dogs who always look depressed.

All its inhabitants were considered as strangers and traitors by those who had been living in Antomea for a long time.

Living in the far north was very difficult. In addition to being hated by both kingdoms, not a month went by without Aesop's soldiers attacking them.

Wedged between their ancient kingdom and the one that had recently conquered them but did not recognize them as their friends, the inhabitants lacked everything.

Food, basic necessities and even the medicinal herbs they ordered never reached them.

Denied by all, hungrier than a stray dog in a garbage-free town, all the inhabitants of the far north had lost hope.

Walkers are not surprised to see little Hera, whose panties soaked starts itch her, applauding the great heroine, Nina.

Nina, the one who led an army of demonic creatures and brought the King to his knees. The former Royal Protector to whom the Humans of the far North rallied to crush the army of Antomea. The eternal young woman from the people of the Three Moons of Kur, for whom they denied their G.o.ds. The one who gave them back their freedom and dignity.

Finally, the young woman to whom little Hera comes to visit so often, that some joking people have suggested to build a small bench for the child in this place of remembrance.

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"I have to go change my panties and scare Gina, big sister Nina but I'll be back tomorrow, so don't move from here. Fufu"