Written by Stu B., Amelia O., Nic L., Don C., Chris O., Cara L., Val O., M.L., Merf
The noble centaur surveyed the Grecian landscape with studious detatchment. It had been 14 days since the last descent of the beautiful moon goddess to the earth. 14 days of peace upon the land. 14 days since the end of the catastrophes marring the country since time immemorial. Would this be the dawn of a new age, or just a respite from the chaos spanning eons?
In the last two weeks, beautiful flowers had started to bloom around the edges of the Titan footprints that had been left all over the earth in the fighting. They had already started to fill with rainwater and become pools. One had an inviting-looking lawn next to it. It was here that the noble centaur ventured, cautiously stepping around the many cracked in the earth.
There didn't seem to be any sign of danger in the area, but he kept his eyes wide open just the same. There had been feuding between the Titans and the younger generations of gods for so long that he knew he could not rely on the current lull around him.
On a stray breeze, he heard the faint sounds of a water nymphs laughter. The centaur allowed a faint smile to grace his lips for just a brief moment.
The noble centaur liked water nymphs. Preferably with soy sauce. In times past they remained quite elusive, but since the moon goddess was choosing to remain in the heavens, the nymphs were more daring.
Abandoning his goal of the house, he approached the pond. There would be time to seek the owner of the house when he had something for the pot.
Moving with more stealth than most gave a creature as large as a centaur credit for, he parted the rushes and saw them.
In the middle of the little pond, three water nymphs danced. They swayed back and forth, turned circles, tossed their long flowing hair, all while laughing and sending little waves of water away from them in intricate patterns. It was so beautiful, so mesmerising, the centaur almost forgot what he was there for.
Suddenly, a trumpet of horns rent the air, and the centaur knew why the nymphs were really brave. He spun around and began to gallop away, hoping he had enough time and speed to avoid the trap which had so cleverly been set for him.
He dodged to the left, heading for the stand of trees nearby. A sharp twang behind him told him they were armed. Looks like more defensive measures were needed.
He let out a grin, revealing sharp carnivore teeth, an whistled. Those nymphs weren't eh only ones who came prepared! His running became more measured and controlled as he skillfully led his persuers into a trap of his own. the sentar flew way up into the area to hid and get some food. he are pie, pizza, peas, and corn. mmmm mm. said the sentar. after that he flew way up into the sky, and above the cloweds it was a beutaful hight it the world and the sentar watched over the beutaful world. he said: my people are sometims mean to me but at least they don't lead me into traps with delicious-looking dancing water nymphs and try to stick arrows in me.
He galloped up to the House of the Moon Goddess and knocked three times as instructed. Feeling confident, he stepped inside as the door opened, looking around at the opulent entry hall.
He heard the door close and turned to see the maid - a water nymph! She raised a shining hunting knife with a wide grin and said, "Welcome to dinner."