Metis' Mendum XVIII

Poros POV
I awaited my fate as the sharpend pieces of hellbound metal came soaring towards me. I was expecting at this point to see my life flash before my eyes (though that would be a long story to share). I couldn't help myself but to shut my eyelids. Even before the shards of iron began to pierce through my skin.

The Stygian Iron dug itself deep into my skin. The pain was unbearable and I was giving up hope. The romans were different from the greeks. They were much more disciplined, they wouldn't fall apart as easily as the greeks did.

With each shard that jabbed its way through, I could feel apart of my essence being ripped away from my body and dragged out through the soles of my feet into the ground.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" I cried out. Gaea, I mean Terra, as she switched from her greek form to her roman form, Kept on repeating the same words she had been chanting on for all the time the undead romans had been

"Adjust, adjust."

I couldn't understand what I had to do to adjust. I barely knew anything about the romans. I had barely watched how Gaea turned into Terra,

I was feeling so weak. The shards kept on draining my energy. I fell down on to one knee, unable to bear the weight of my own body any longer. I clentched my fists so tightly I began to rip through my own skin. My wrists began to vibrate violently. I felt a surging shot of blood suddenly jolted through my veins. my strength returned to me as i gradually got back onto my feet. I felt my boy being absorbed into a brightlight. My black jacket vanished and was replaced in a set of