Plague of Angels by Kennedy John Patrick

Author:Kennedy, John Patrick [Kennedy, John Patrick]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Dark Trope Publishing
Published: 2013-12-04T00:00:00+00:00

Two weeks later, the entire tribe gathered before the shrine of Nyx. The chieftain had sent and boats out to the other villages telling everyone to come. Now eight thousand men, women and children stood before the shrine, waiting. They waited all afternoon, not daring to sit or take a bite of food.

Night fell, and Nyx arose in a ball of fire that lit every face in the tribe. Her black-scaled armor gleamed in the light of it. Her sword and whip were in her hands, and her eyes glowed red. The entire population fell to their knees, and in the crowd, some of the children cried out in fear.

“Hear me, Varangians,” Nyx said. “Your time here is at an end. To the east lies the great forests and homes of the Slavs. They have need of your leadership and guidance. And with them as your vassals, you will forge a mighty empire, capable of destroying any that would stand against you, and gaining riches greater unmatched among the tribes of man.”

“Tell us what we must do, O Lady Nyx,” said their chief. “Tell me how we may achieve this victory!”

“Gather all your people, your goods and your livestock,” said Nyx. “Sail to the east, down the Volga, and take control of all the lands you survey. Build fortresses and farms, make your people strong and healthy, and once you have established yourselves, you are commanded to wage war against the Christians who live there!”

“We will, my lady!” said the chieftain.

“And let your people have a new name,” said Nyx, more on a whim than anything else, “For the Varangians are a small people, and yours shall be a great people! From this day forward, I name you the Rus! And your name shall be remembered throughout history!”

The crowd, led by their chieftain cheered, and for the remainder of the night, feasted, danced and sang. Nyx, in full armor, allowed herself to partake of the festivities, honoring the women by eating their food, and the men by drinking with them. Their excitement was infectious. She felt a moment of fondness.

They will become a great people.

The Slavs were no match for them, and would be easily overwhelmed. From there, it was merely a matter of direction.

The time is approaching, my love, Nyx thought, though she avoided using his name. Soon, we will rule this world together.

And maybe we will not need to destroy them all?

850 A.D.

The beach was deserted, save for the three of them. The Pacific Ocean was calm; a sheet of silk, pale and shimmering, and the red sun hung low on the horizon. Persephone had brought blankets and spread them out on the sand. She had provided skins of wine, baskets of fruit, bread, honey and smoked fish. The three ate greedily, then lay back in the cool twilight as they exchanged their stories.

They had done this every ten years since their campaign began. Nyx listened to Persephone and Ishtar, and advised them on further steps. She told them her own plans and machinations and what had succeeded so far.

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