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Eostre's Amphora is a mythical vessel which according to legend contains the dawn, the sun, and power beyond any sorcerer's wildest dreams.
Ethan mentioned it early in their relationship, in passing. Joked about it one morning, complaining about having to wake up at such an hour, around eleven AM. Kronos thought it rang a bell.
He still had contacts. When you're an immortal, people don't ask where have you been when you disappear for a decade or six. The contact had a book, which told the place of a map. The map was guarded by old ladies. Supposedly powerful witches. He managed to clean the blood stains off without ruining the signs drawn so many centuries ago.
The map led him to a cave where there were men the likes of which he'd never seen before. Tall, their skin tinged with a metallic sheen even before they broke a sweat. Carrying spears. Fighting them was hard, and he bled. He also felt more alive than he had in months.
Eventually he found it, a little unassuming clay urn. He thought it was the wrong amphora, but when he touched it, even someone as impervious to magic as himself could feel it, warm and pleasant to the touch. When he lifted it from its nest in the ground, he could feel light filling the cave, although he didn't see it.
In the airport gift shop on the way home, he asked them to wrap it up nicely in a Christmasy wrapping paper with little trees and smiling Santas on it.
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Ethan mentioned it early in their relationship, in passing. Joked about it one morning, complaining about having to wake up at such an hour, around eleven AM. Kronos thought it rang a bell.
He still had contacts. When you're an immortal, people don't ask where have you been when you disappear for a decade or six. The contact had a book, which told the place of a map. The map was guarded by old ladies. Supposedly powerful witches. He managed to clean the blood stains off without ruining the signs drawn so many centuries ago.
The map led him to a cave where there were men the likes of which he'd never seen before. Tall, their skin tinged with a metallic sheen even before they broke a sweat. Carrying spears. Fighting them was hard, and he bled. He also felt more alive than he had in months.
Eventually he found it, a little unassuming clay urn. He thought it was the wrong amphora, but when he touched it, even someone as impervious to magic as himself could feel it, warm and pleasant to the touch. When he lifted it from its nest in the ground, he could feel light filling the cave, although he didn't see it.
In the airport gift shop on the way home, he asked them to wrap it up nicely in a Christmasy wrapping paper with little trees and smiling Santas on it.
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