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This was one meeting with goddesses Johann Herrmann would have been glad to skip.
Not that he wasn't grateful for all the four patron goddesses had done for him. Quite the opposite. He lived in paradisein Avalon, the protected home of the Amazons and Sentinels, where it was always spring and the warriors could rest without fear of attack. He loved his job. He could live a long, long lifeperhaps centuries. No, he appreciated all his patronesses had given him. He simply didn't want to be forced into a decision of this importance.
This problem had been building for quite some timeever since the Amazons were allowed to leave their sanctuary and live in the "real" world. The women had presented a strong case to get the goddesses to agree. Because of modern technology, they no longer had to stay together. They could keep in touch in so many different ways, and by leaving, they could cover much more territory. More demons to destroy. More cults to squelch. More good they could do. The Sentinels would always be in contact with the Amazons and could send them anyplace that needed magical assistance.
"Her powers should be stripped," Rhiannon demanded. Dressed in her typical medieval gownone of pale pinkshe brushed her long, blond hair over her shoulder. "Now. No more delays."
"Nay!" Flames shot from Freya's fingertips until she fisted her hands to snuff them. Her white-blond hair spilled down her back, the curls swaying as she emphatically shook her head. Her gown was the same style as Rhiannon's, although the fabric was a dark blue. "She only made one small mistake."
Ix Chel set her lips into a hard line and put her hands on her hips, drumming her slender fingers against her kaleidoscope skirt. Her long, straight, black hair was as dark as an eight ball. "It was not a small mistake."
"She exposed the Amazons to the world," Ganga added, smoothing her hands down her teal sari. "We must protect our warriors."
"Take away her powers," Rhiannon insisted. "We have tarried too long as it is."
Freya pointed an accusing finger at her. "You want to do this not to punish her but to take away my influence with the Amazons. You have resented my role in creating them almost from the beginning because you fear I am just as powerful as you. Ever selfish, are you not?"
Rhiannon narrowed her blue eyes. "You are mistaken, Freya. I hold more power than you could even imagine. If your Amazons were not so rash and if you chose women of quality as I do, we would not have to make this decision."
"You are simply jealous of me," Freya said.
"Of you? Of you?" Rhiannon let out a rueful chuckle. "Nay, Freya. 'Tis not possible since I am the stronger Ancient. My Earths will always eclipse your Fires, no matter which generation. I have stood over far too many graves of dead Fires. I will not allow yet another to travel down the path of destruction because she cannot curb her impetuous nature."
While Johann usually waited until the goddesses had let the argument die down before offering a compromise, he needed to keep them focused on the main issue.
Should Megan Feurer remain the Fire Amazon?
"M'ladies, we need to talk about Megan," he said. "I think I can help her. Yes, she made a mistake, but I was able to cover that up, to minimize the impact. Let me give her some more training."
Freya again nodded her head enthusiastically. "Her induction was not as it should have been."
"I tire of your litany of excuses," Rhiannon said.