Chapter 63

CLAUDIA. The worst of the storm has passed. I wait the entire day, lying down on my bed, drifting in and out of sleep from time to time, watching everything ebb and flow through the big bedroom window. I keep playing the prophecy in my head as I wait, trying to decode its meaning. I think I am close to a nearly perfect interpretation. The monsters’ den is open, and as long as it is, there will be doom. There will be a house for the traitors. Friends will be foes, and they will betray Achilles. They are supposed to be in the high positions too, but the question is: who are they? I can single everyone out and see if they are the ones who would turn on him, but that would take days. Even weeks. But maybe if I go to the warehouse as soon as I can, fulfill my promise, and burn it down to the ground in the process… there would be no other place that would house those traitors. So, as soon as the clock strikes midnight, as soon as I’m sure that the palace is at peace, I get up. I head ou