-Prologue-

 Stories from ancient Greek have been told time and time again but lost from the stories are those of Aurelia and Kryt. Two lovers who's struggles never seemed to cease. Aurelia of Olympus a daughter of Artemis and Titan who has been long since forgotten.
 The story begins one evening in The Medusa inn on an island that once was called Berisey. The Goddess of winter has blanketed the land in snow, as she did every year. Kryt sleeps in a chair, ale rests beside him.

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  Kryt was startled at the sound of commotion. From the sounds of it a large party had arrived at the inn. An ice cold draft of air wafted around the room; everyone shuttered. Winter presently scared travelors into the inn. A storm appeared to have brewed; flakes of snow fell into the room with new commers. The owner Perseus hurried the people in and then shut the door. It was late. He'd ment to leave for home several hours ago when

   The room was dark, not that it mattered to its inhabitants. They could see just fine in the dark. They stood in a circle with seven spaces, but two spots remained empty. This was of no concern to the others, the one had always been empty, while the other was because of its owner's own fallacy.
   Smoke swirled around the room. A disgustingly large figure in a rolling chair puffed more of her pipe, and exhaled sending more smoke swirled into the air. (ignore this part for now, we need to talk more)

   Snow drifted from the sky and around the trees. It had been gloomy all day, and the temperature had been dropping since early morning.