Marishka stood in the empty Parthenon. She knew, in five minutes, it would be bustling with activity. It looked absolutely pristine, as it should. She had her staff had made certain that everything that was supposed to sparkle shone like a gem and everything that should be shadowed was soft and deep. All the food was ready, the tables were perfect, anything she could think of had been taken care of but there would always be something so, she was ready for whomever, or whatever, to bring it on. The staff that had volunteered to work filed in in dress uniform and began setting up for service. Marishka, herself, had changed back into formal ancient Greek garb. She had decided that the vibrant blue wasn’t really her color anymore. The pale gold, accented with peacock feathers and heels, seemed to fit her much better.

“Alright Ted, now all we need is out new command staff.”

• Marishka