All Chapters of Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda CBTG Book 1: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The weapon shoe was busy with activities. Smoke poured out from the outlet above the roof darkening parts of the street. Passersby held scarves or the neck of their clothes to their noses to block out the pungent smell of burning metal. Small boys worked fervently in the shop, some attended to customers while others did the less than pleasing work of selecting reusable metals, and the pile to select from was huge. There were too many boys working in the shop. There were other armories but they had fewer workers than Gustoff's because everybody wanted to be given the honor of casting royal weapons. At the back of the front shop were Strukus, Gustoff and some of the older boys doing the more tedious work that resulted in the huge cloud of black smoke that poured from the building. They sweated and grunted as they went about stoking the fire with the bellows, collecting molten metal and shaping them into desired weapons. There was less talking here since they were all too conce

Within the next few weeks, a very happy Zenas was ready to arrange Cleopoda's freedom from the temple and Camelorn forever. He planned with Birian and occasionally with Strukus whenever he saw him. He had not expected the plannings and escape to be easy but it was even harder than he thought when he began to study the temple priests' routine. There were 15 priests in all at residence in the temple besides head priest Federic, 10 were assigned to taking care of the sacrifices people brought to the temple, and out of those ten four worked in addition to the remaining five in taking care of the sick who were brought for purifications. The routine was such that every morning as early as the first day of light cracked the dawn, even before the stars disappeared completely, the 10 priests in charge of sacrifices together with a few temple hands, cleaned the temple to prepare for the day. The sacrifice area was directly after the entrance of the temple and it was large and open enough that

There were only a few more clothes to be folded, the sword to the wrapped and he would be done with parking her things for the journey. Zenas sat on the bed they shared for weeks since Birian had brought her to stay with him, to save her from the stained hands of the priests. He thought back to the day she had seen him lying helpless and bloody and hope she had defended him against Junae who had for many years taken advantage of him. He thought back to how she had spent sleepless nights watching over him and her happiness when he had awakened from the herb-induced that has helped him heal. She was ever ready to help others while doing nothing to help herself. See how are had taken it upon herself to teach Birian to read and write more than just his name!  He bunched up the cloak she always wore their picnics and wished there was a better way to help her that didn't involve her leaving him. And to think the king wanted nothing to do with Cleopoda! Was the man mad? Could

For a long time, Cleopoda's head throbbed. There was a sack over her head that prevented her from seeing anything, the only opening in the sack was a space for her nose so she could breathe, one that had been cut after the back was placed over her head. Strangely she wasn't crying, the reason her head was because of her headache the headache she got from thinking too much. The carriage in which she laid had been moving for so long which meant she was traveling but with no knowledge of her destination. There were voices but they spoke a language she could not understand. In her small space in the carriage covered with a sack over her head and a big black cloth of a strange material, she let her mind drift. The last thing she remembered before being blindfolded by the sack and carried out of the temple. Zenas had been taking her out of the temple with Birian in tow carrying her things, she had heard the sickening sound of something against Zenas before he dropped to the ground

Every time she opened her eyes she found that they still moving. Her body ached from being jostled in the carriage, the one she shared with the Saade. The carriage was beautiful on the inside, there were plush seats done in beautiful bright colours, there was a bright-colored rug that cushioned her feet. The comfort of the rug and her tiredness lured her to sleep from time to time. To her surprise, the Saade barely made any attempt to touch her. He barely looked at her in fact, he seemed to be less concerned about the fact that she might try to escape and he somewhat seemed to be a little too distracted to care about her. She wondered what was going on in his mind.  After he ordered the guard to bring her to his carriage he had asked for some food for her. It was then she discovered that the plain carriage with many jars and sacks contained food; grain, nuts, wine, and even some milk. She had eaten tentatively and only because she was very hungry. The Saade raised a cor