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Hellena Chronicles- PrefaceThese are the tales of the world, unseen to human eyes. The world that I see, full of Minatours, harpies, furies, and other horrifying creatures- all after me. What did I do to deserve this? I exist. These are the stories of what happens behind the Mist, on the other side of reality. They are the combined diaries and records of those who see these things too. They will be indicated throughout this story with the character you see in parentheses following their name in the following sentence-
Nico ( nD),
and myself (Ω ).
Their inputs are necessary for an accurate retelling of these events, for they saw and heard what I could not from an Underworld prison.
If you have seen any of these events- beware; you might be one of us. Or you may have a Gift. Either way, you're cursed enough to endure the endless evils that occur behind the mask of human sight....<
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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