-Licinia-<br/>"This monster appeared a year ago, did you not notice?" said the oldest man in a hush voice. "And then all the strange things started happening. I may be old but I'm no fool!"<br/>"But how is this monster related to the... other things?", naively asked the youngest.<br/>"Keep your voice down, boy! There are evil forces all around us. It's not wise to speak these things out loud. I believe that the gods are angry with us for some reason and had sent us this abomination! I have been planning for some time now to leave this cursed place and I'd advise you to do the same, if you value your life."<br/>"I'd say we go and hunt the monster down!" said the third one who looked like the strongest of the group. "It's time we put a stop to the disappearings of our girls!"<br/>"It's a suicide! The monster will probably eat you alive."<br/>"But, what if it's not a monster?", said the young one.<br/>"What are you talking about, boy?"<br/>"I'm just saying, isn't it possible that this monster could be a human..."<br/>"You are young, and you don't understand these things! The gods can be very vengeful and cruel! A man would leave trace, and there was no such found anywhere near the sites of the disappearances. There is a god or goddess involved, I'm tellin' ya!"<br/><br/>-Alexa-<br/>Alexa silently moved through the dark corridor to the kitchen area. Now she could hear a woman's voice, crying. She moved faster, and stood in front of the door. It was slightly open and she could peek inside. On the floor, there was red liquid and pieces of broken clay. Her heart was beating fast and she could hear it. In her mind countless scenes passed in an instant. Alexa silently opened the door a little bit more. She felt relived at the sight. It was Eumelia, another of the ten priestesses. She was responsible for the care of the High Priestess. On the floor laid a broken jug and red wine was spilled. The priestess had cut herself on a peace of clay decorated with colored glass, and her hand was bleeding but it didn't seem serious. She was pressing the wound with a peace of her dress and tears run down thought her cheeks while she was trying to clean the mess she had created.<br/>