The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

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Thunder came from above despite the sky was clear just a few minutes ago. The wind slashed around them, forcing them to narrow their eyes.

'Could it be?'

The brothers shared the thought, looking for the manifestation of the dreams they had. Their grip over Freya tightened, but a tornado formed around them, ripping them apart, taking away their voices.

When the gale subdued, they found themselves in an eerily familiar place. Cold stone spread under them as optical illusions crawled across it with waves from seven sea splashing in the background.

The brothers looked around, searching for Freya among the stone pillars.

"Looking for somebody?"

A flash of light blinded them that they had to cover their eyes, turning defenseless.

"I have enough of this silly game!"

"It's time to end this once and for all!"

"I have never thought I would agree with you."

Each voice resonated in their eyes, bringing unpleasant memories. Wiping the tears, they sharpened onto the three figures.

In the middle stood a woman with brown hair. A polos crown sat on her head. From the high, open cylinder ran her hair like in a waterfall. A single braid circled the crown like a border.

A white tunic covered her with a belt in the middle holding it. The elbow-length sleeves ended with a rich trim, and a snake-like bracelet sparkled above her right wrist. A long, rectangular toga hung from her shoulder, circled her from behind, finishing at the same shoulder, flapping down like a cape.

Her stern look didn't scare Rigaku as he had faced her before. The goddess Hera, the patron of women, marriage, family, and childbirth, stood in front of him.

A clatter of iron brought his attention to the second woman. She also had brown hair, but her shade was much darker, almost black. Helmet sat atop her hair with a lance and shield in her arms. The long robe reached the ground that only her toes in sandals were visible.

The goodness of wisdom, handicraft, and warfare, Athena, didn't seem inviting for a small chat either.

However, the last goddess of love, passion, and sexuality, Aphrodite, was even less friendly looking. Her blue eyes possessed no kindness, and her posture was inviting for an uncontrollable night in her arms.

Rigaku's stomach couldn't settle down.

Her long blonde hair rained down like a cape, covering her naked chest with nothing but a necklace that spread like a spiderweb. The tunic hardly reached her feet, letting her ankles visible. That was a symbol of street women offering quick and cheap pleasure.

"Where's Freya-chan?" Kagetsu shouted, making a step forward, but a chain sprung from mid-air and caught his wrist, slamming him back.

"Ka!" Aiyoku jumped to his side, but another chain dragged him back.