The Queen Of The Earth
QotE 01 ∆Who is he?∆
"The wolf man Likantrof or Likan is a myth from Ancient Europe in the form of a monster half human and half wolf. It was said that the werewolf would change by the time the full moon arrived when its mystic power reached its peak. In this mythology, werewolves will always hunt humans and those who are bitten or scratched will become one of the werewolves. It is said that a werewolf can only die if it is shot with a silver bullet."
Hera closed the history book, then she confirmed the location of her slumped round glasses then let out a long sigh. "I can't believe that werewolves are monsters" he said. "That's why I think like that, but my heart clearly says so" he continued.
Hera got up from the chair she was sitting in and put the book on a special shelf of ancient history books.
He smiled, he already knew a lot about werewolves or werewolves today. Hera likes things that smell of history. He studied Archaeology and History at Johannes Gutenberg University Mainz, Germany.
Hera earned a scholarship to the University, otherwise Hera could afford to pay for her education. What a power, Hera is just an orphanage girl. His parents? He himself did not know, he only had a sword-shaped pendant necklace with seven lined gems but the jewel was lost somewhere. The mother said the parlour, necklace and also a piece of paper bearing her name were found inside the little Hera baby basket. Hera believes it is a relic from her parents and the pendant becomes the only clue to find Hera's parents.
"Mrs. Steve, I'm leaving first" hera told Mrs. Steve's the library's keeper. Mrs. Steve nodded his head and continued his activities in listing books.
Hera stepped out of the building with a fluffy smile. Today he survived not getting a bully from the queen bully, but I don't know tomorrow. Hera was only able to endure the pain if she was scolded by them. What is this weak power of Hera.
Hera stopped in front of the stop, then got into the bus. The bus drove Hera to a nearby bus stop that she had bought from the scholarship money.
He did not live in the orphanage anymore because from the orphanage to his University it took about three hours, therefore he decided to buy the apartment because the time taken is only 10 minutes if using public transportation.
Hera went into her apartment to change clothes and then went again to work part-time at the famous St*rb*cks in her city.
Usually he carries that shirt but today his shirt is missing. Hera works of course to live her life, the scholarship money will not be enough for her living expenses so Hera must slam the bones. His work began at 4 p.m s/d 10 p.m.
"Hi, Jose!" greet Hera to her partner
Feeling his name on the call, Jose who was wiping the table looked up. "Oh, hi" he said with a smile.
Jose was his friend in this tavern. He is 3 years older than Hera. Joselyn's life is a little bit lucky to still have a grandmother who loves her even though Jose's parents died two years ago due to an accident. At least he still had nowhere to complain about the cruelty of this world. "You just arrived?" ask Jose
"Heum, as you can see," Hera replied while wearing a green apron typical of Starbucks employees. Hera approached Jose then wiped the table that was still a little dusty. "Like it just opened, gone again?"
Jose nodded. "Yes, you know Mr. Frank is senile. He forgot again where to put the keys to the shop, so we all go looking for that thing, "Jose shook his head. "I don't know if I understand the old man's mind either. Even though he has many children, why not ask his son to just manage this store." Jose ruffled his waist while wiping his sweat.
Hera slicked her shoulder. "Okay, I'm the same, too" replied Hera. "So, where else is Mr. Frank put the key?" ask Hera again
"Not placed but thrown."
Hera frowned. "Throwed?"
"Yes, you know Mrs' Bulldog. Weber?"
Hera nodded. He was a dog that hated his boss. Mrs. Weber is Mr.'s neighbor. Frank, she's a widow who only lives with her beloved dog.
"Well, that old and ugly dog is pup in Mr.'s beloved shoes. Frank throws the dog with the key of the tavern, which happens to be in his hand."
Hera laughed at hearing that
"Then, how can you open the door?" ask Hera again.
"We call the locksmith."
Hera laughed again. "Ah yes you are right, waiting is not good," Hera smiled, only here she could feel a laugh like this.
He was also lucky because Jose wanted to be friends with him maybe because their lives were almost similar, while other employees did not want to be friends with him. Let alone be friends, smile at him not. I don't know, Hera did not know why even though hera never felt wrong in the slightest.
Trings.
The sound of bells was heard indicating that there were visitors entering. And right, that visitor was a pretty handsome guy and it got Jose excited. "It's just me" Jose winked one eye at Hera. Hera shook her head then smiled, Jose is like it is always excited when it comes to handsome men.
Hera resumed the delayed activity, but felt an uncomfortable feeling. He felt someone watching him intensely. Hera looked left and right. And sure enough, when he looked forward he found the man Jose was looking at him with a grin that made Hera shudder in horror. Hera hurriedly finished her task then returned to the place where the barista was.
"Hera, please make Venti Caramel Macchiato, all right, deliver" said Jose.
Hera surprised. "Why not just you?" asked Hera, not that she didn't want to but that she just felt an uneasy feeling at this moment.
Jose clucking. "Ck! That handsome guy asked you to make and deliver it, "sad Jose. "Hurry now! He'll come out horn later if you're long," he continued.
"Eum all right," Hera immediately made the drink with an erratic feeling.
"Good fun" said Hera, trying to smile at the man who was blatantly looking at her.
"Se vrikka." Again the man smirked at Hera making the handsome face of the man look creepy.
"You mean, Sir?" asked Hera who was less listening to the words of this man before her.
"Ah no, I mean thank you." The man was smiling yet still clearly visible was his slanted smile.
Hera smiled awkwardly, then left from there. He was still confused by the man's words, clearly not the word 'thank you' what he said but the language that Hera did not understand but the clear dialect that the man was using was a Greek dialect that he knew little because he had learned it. Ah I don't know maybe 'Thank you' in that language is what the man said.
"Hey, are you daydreaming?" Debuah the clap resuscitated Hera.
"Huh? Yes-Eh no," answered Hera puzzled.
Jose shook his head. "It seems you've got a lot of mind, get some rest, Hera,"
"No, I'm fine."
"Huh, it's up to you." Jose also passed leaving Hera who was still with a raging mind. Hera looked at the man earlier, there was nothing strange about the man's appearance just that his aura made Hera uncomfortable.
Who's the guy?
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