War on my Heart
I reply softly after a moment, giving her a nod.
"Alright..." Hera says, her voice quiet and laced with reluctance. "Take my hand. It will require intense concentration. Just leave your mind...open."
I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I nod, closing my eyes and attempting to clear my swirling thoughts. Hera's hand grasps mine firmly, and I take a deep, steadying breath. A few moments of silence pass, and a soft breeze rustles my hair. "Open your eyes." Hera's voice is soft, whimsical, seeming to be close to my ear.
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