"We need to talk" Nikola stated, her tone serious. She grabbed Rona's arm and pulled to a bed to seat themselves.
"What did you find out?" Rona asked
"Practically nothing in terms of the past of this empire, beyond 50 years ago to be exact." Nikola replied
"Meaning, 50 years have had already passed since we died?" Rona replied
"No, more than that, A medieval world couldn't have transformed into a sci-fi era world in just 50 years. It must have been at least 400 years or more," Nikola reasoned, highlighting the inconsistencies.
Rona quickly noticed the other girls' murmuring, they had been listening to them talking. She decided to gather them all together
"Anything else to add?" Rona asked.
The girls remained silent, unsure of what questions to ask or what they truly wanted to know. They unanimously expressed their trust in Rona's judgment for the time being.
"About Skadiel" Nikola sudenly says "What did you find out? You were alone with her right?"
Rona told the girls about The Church of Rona.
"Were there twenty-five church like buildings?" Nikola interjected.
"Yes, you read about them?" Rona asked surprised by Nikola's knowledge.
"Each of those represents one of us," Nikola revealed, "Responsibility, Intelligence, Rhythm, Ambivalence, Sovereignty, Creativity, Ambiguity, Curiosity, Self-Actualization, Protection, Patience, Serenity, Ambition, Humor, Intuition, Proficiency, Deceit, Equanimity, Justice, Isolation, Cynicism, Reliance, Melancholy, Hypocrisy, and Botanica. " Nikola lists off the churches "My guess is that you are Resposibility." Nikola Points at Rona.
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"Guess so and you'd be intelligence obvio-" Rona began to respond, but before she could, there was a knock on the door, causing everyone to tense up. "Not again!" Rona expressed her frustration, knowing all too well what happened last time.
Everyone in the room remained on high alert as the door was slowly opened. To their surprise, it was Pola standing there, looking perplexed by the defensive stance of the girls. Some were even holding chairs, vases, and lamps, and one person had a gun pointed in her direction. Pola calmly requested, "Please lower your weapons."
"Sorry... Last time we were having a group discussion inside an asigned room and someone interupted us knocking..." Rona paused, "It led to us dying so..."
Pola sighed, "Yes, I know. My father has been telling me your stories since I was a child, so please."
Nikola and Rona exchanged puzzled glances at Pola's mention of her father. "Father?" they questioned simultaneously. "Why would your father know about us?"
Realizing her slip-up, Pola became frustrated and sighed, correcting herself, "I am only here to inform you that mothe- No, Lady Skadiel will continue her story tomorrow morning." She swiftly closed the door, her departing footsteps echoing down the corridor.
Nikola turned to Rona, a hint of urgency in her voice, "Yule's child?" they whispered, attempting to unravel the identity of Pola's father.
"But you said at least 400 years had passed! He couldn't have lived that long!" Rona countered, trying to reconcile the inconsistencies.
"Her skin is blue, for fuck's sake!" Nikola retorted, clearly irritated by Rona's reasoning. "Who knows? They might have lifespans spanning thousands of years!"
"Skadiel's skin is also blue," Rona reminded her. "And Pola almost referred to her as 'mother.'"
Nikola nodded in agreement. "True, but she did say her father has been telling her about our stories, not her mother."
Realizing the futility of their argument, Rona extinguished the tension. "This is getting us nowhere. Let's save our questions for tomorrow." Rona then found a bed for herself, and the others followed suit.
"I hate this," Nikola mumbled, "Being at the mercy of someone so suspicious."
Chapter End