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A Chapter by Ioana Georgiana

When the world was created, God decided to assign each of his Helpers a task.Yerko, was the first one to go. He was given the task of watching over the Monses (monthly muses), divine creatures, not Angels, nor the mythical Harpies but something in between the two. William, the second, was appointed with the weather. From snowfalls and hailstorms , to the scorching blaze of the sun.

Simone, the first woman in His caste had pretty much the duty of a teacher, with some slight differences. The seasons were not quite as humans know them today. They had no predestined abilities passed on by their Father but rather discovered them over periods of time. What made them special, however, was their lackluster appearance, which conferred  them the ability of walking on Earth, among other human beings, without anyone ever suspecting anything in regards to the four acolytes. Simone was nothing more than a mentor for them, someone who could aid them with knowledge on how to administer their trimonthly transition as the year went on.

Lastly, the youngest of them all, Wanda Week was chosen (as her name so cleverly reminds us)  to govern over the seven Days of the Week. If you want to put it lightly, she portrayed a rather inhuman version  of Snow White. Therefore, the Days were more or less like her dwarfs. Of course that terminology felt rather derogatory to their feelings. What, you couldn't possibly imagine that days don't have feelings, right? So, now, here's their story.


© 2016 Ioana Georgiana


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MAC
This is a good start....hopefully the next chapter will come soon :)

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Ioana Georgiana
Ioana Georgiana

Romania



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A twenty year old with a knack for everything written. I breathe by filling my lungs with words. You can also find me at jolenepoetry on Instagram. more..

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