A late teenager is seen sitting on a bench looking beyond onto the waters of a lake. He thinks to himself, 'Man, what am I going to do with my life when I graduate?' For a second he thought and got up from the bench, stretching. "Military or school?" he stumbled the words out.
No matter what I'm going to do. I'm going to do something; hell, if it comes to terms, maybe OnlyFans doesn't want to work that 24/7 office job, ahheh. It's April. Just a few more months until he officially graduates high school.
I should probably head home. I start to walk forward, moving my legs as I ponder what game I'm going to play when I get home. I've been out for too long; Ma's going to be pissed.
I think to myself as I look towards the sun, "That's certainly beginning to." I'm kind of surrounded by nothing but green, beautiful trees and long, luscious paths, and the sky is just beautiful blue. I like to enjoy the small things sometimes, going off for small walks or long walks.
I live in the city. It's pretty noisy, but I rather enjoy the company once in a while. I would prefer the forest alone, isolated. Full of nothing but peace, but I really got nothing else. Better to do besides hanging out with friends and doing schoolwork. Social life is all right. Girl problems are always the usual. You know the problems all men and teenage boys go through; you're lucky enough, I guess. I'm not that lucky, I guess, because well.
Everyone has their own and stuff. Mom, I hope you won't be that mad that I'll be late for dinner. As I think this, I look towards a pathway that shortcuts the small clearing of trees towards a bigger bustling area. "Yeah, Ma, you wouldn't mind if I took a few extra minutes coming home." I just walked towards it before a blinding light came out of nowhere like a booming nebula, and before I realized it, I was in the middle of nowhere. Like, literally, I looked around and I saw nothing but all black. Time passes, and I guess I start to think to myself, who am I?.
Well, my name is Lance Wellbringer. I have brown hair and hazel eyes; unfortunately, I'm 5'7". Too tall to be a goblin and too short to actually pull basic white girls.
I guess I'm a kind person. Usually that is—I wouldn't even say that, but I'm a person who usually keeps to myself and respects others' likes, like music and everything—and my hobby was reading and hanging out with friends playing video games.
Just messing around reading fan fictions, and all that. I look back at my memories and realize I could've done a few things. Like chasing one girl just making a decision that we all regret.
I would like to joke a lot more often and not take things seriously, like when one girl confessed to me, I kind of just put it aside and laughed. Avoid it—kind of avoiding the whole thing, whether it would be avoiding responsibility or just not telling a girl how I felt.
I kind of felt bad; that was kind of rude to me. I kind of let her on without telling her how I felt about the whole thing. I usually would surround myself with a lot of unhealthy people, just the boys, you know, nothing involving drugs or whatever gun-slinging, and I was just a normal kid. Truthfully, I was more like a scholar. I liked sports and everything; I was OK with whatever I did. Hell, I enjoyed being there in the moment.
I like creating things, making things with my hands, and sculpture. I also like all of those combat games like VR and am obsessed with strategy games like sword and combat weapons and how they're made. I'm kind of obsessed over making stories with Legos, Play-Doh, and clay. Over time, as I got older, I kind of stopped stressing over many things in life.
Such as all that, I was more of the big brother and the fry, and a few other things leading to that, you know, classic family problems at home and all that. No matter what, I had a big family and friends I really appreciated.
Those were truly good memories in my life. I like to live a lot. I was a hard people pleaser, which was always good times. I really was a dick, but I always liked seeing others smile; it was easier to make others smile. I couldn't make myself smile.
Over time I became obsessed with all fiction, creating and writing, like mythology, myths, legends, and all that crap. Truly interesting stuff. Got into manga, anime, and shows.
all of it. I truly appreciated anything I was given. The last thing I kind of regret is.
I didn't spend enough time with my family. I love them. Truly my parents truly wouldn't be annoying, but I didn't have any hate for them. Over time, family problems always kind of grew apart from them when I got older. I wish I could've been closer with them. I tried my best to be a good son now for my pops. My dad was a hard-working man always working every day; my mom stayed at home.
She always took care of the kids and dogs while my dad was at work. No matter what, she always showed love and showed me what it really means to be a mother. The same with my dad, he's all right. Father tried his best to feed me and my sister, giving us what we could, even more than what we would give ourselves.
I've been in this void for so long, I think I'm slowly starting to like it. Aheha. Yep, I'm slowly going insane. Wait, what is that? See, all around me starts to manifest with golden particles pulling me through. The next moment, everything turns dark. 'Who turned the lights off?' Yep, I'm such a comedian. Man, it's really warm.
It feels like I'm in a compressed cave; it's really weak. I can't really feel anything in any of our senses; it's like it's all blacked out. I hear vibrations. Could those be voices? voices? Man, it's really warm in here. It's hella comfy, like a mansion, but on crack. Whatever that means, what's this information? I've tried to move around, but I can't. It seems like I've been moved from one endless void to another.
But I could be in a womb; actually, voices are thumping, and I feel like I move around a little bit. I feel nutrients slowly through my body, and it tastes absolutely amazing. Manydifferent types of foods, all of them tasting absolutely glorious.
Kind of godly. Never once in my past life would I have thought time would have to be this weird, strange liquid. Every time I would get some of it, I felt myself getting more energy over time. But eventually, I get some information. like it's being fed to me.
In the beginning were the primordials—no, chaos was the first thing. In the beginning there was Chaos, a yawning nothingness. Out of the void emerged Gaia (the Earth) and other divine beings—Eros (love), the Abyss (part of the underworld), and Erebus (the unknowable place where death dwells). Without male assistance, Gaia gave birth to Uranus (the Sky), who then fertilized her.
Information carries on, lacking a bag of luggage, and so much more, but my mind comprehends this information fairly well.
I gather I learned a few unfortunate things. I still remember my past life, and I still cannot see. No, but seriously though, it seems like I am in the Greekverse, or in other words, great mythology. Damn, man, this sucks. Fortunately.
There seems to be something more. I'm not immortal, because knowing what I'm gathering this information for, I might be something more like a divine being? This must mean something because I get all the starting basics of the fundamentals of the hierarchy. But eventually.
The information ends at the fact of the Titans being overthrown and Zeus becoming the new sky god-king or whatever, which is kind of weird because it doesn't have anything else from Greek mythology besides that point? Could that be potentially before Hercules and the age of heroes? Interesting.
Eventually, start playing around with this weird sensation, like in my heart or something. Is it a red soul? Or it feels like an engine constantly going.Then eventually, I try to push it, and then it just goes into me.
Time passes. I don't know how long, but I realized a few things. After that weird fragment thing, it seems I've gained more conscience of what's going on with my body and soul, I mean. Also, it started to be a former communication of voices.
Two things I can confirm, though, are the fact that I am currently a fetus in the womb and whoever is my mother is a very powerful being. My father Also, it's just a pure form of "I think this is magic, man." It's a whole lot of its divinity.
So I am a god. Oh, this leaves problems since I'm in Greek mythology. I'm probably in Greek territory; obviously I'm not the smartest man alive. I know that.
But damn, I hope I'm not a child of Zeus or something. I hope I'm not born a woman. I can't imagine shit would happen to me. getting murdered for no reason and power-hungry schemes by other powerful beings. Mythology with its families, incest, murder, Greek mythologists, and all sorts of weird benefits and beautiful stories at times.
Wait, actually, I'm getting distracted from the main point; I keep rambling on—bad habit. So understanding my body, I finally realize something: I feel my connection towards my soul.
Even more intensely, like aching divinity apart from it. It's like a golden apple with honey falling off it. I look more towards it, and it's full of beautiful fire and lava, and I see some sort of hammers going back and forth like a clock? I see a lot of swords and blades and all of it.
It's probably something of creation or something. probably might've also been probably assuming I have something to do with combat? strength?
Lava? Weird? Could I potentially do that? That wouldn't make sense for the God of volcanoes.
Sounds cool, but what about the other things? They remind me of the old guy Hephaestus? That couldn't be, though it could be. Actually, I'm not sure about the swords, though. Did I potentially replace him? I don't remember Him having swords as a combat thing?
Anyways, though I see a bunch of other stuff, it seems I can't comprehend it right now, though I'm able to calculate at a higher pace. Even though I'm conscious of calculations, and all that kind of stuff is done by my brain automatically.
Time passes, and I felt my body more fully developed.
I could feel my limbs, and every once in a while, I can move them around a little more, to my liking. It seems the walls—every once in a while, I kick because I have nothing else better. I always hear something being called as I do this and kind of get a reaction.
But I haven't learned anything else about my divinity. Wait, what's happening? Oh, no, I have more information? Information is being flooded into my mind as I'm slowly being pulled out of this comfortable cave. No, I want to go back. As I'm being pulled out, which I'm assuming is the womb.
I start to register the information and look in front of me, and I see a massive golden palace with marble decorating everywhere. It is simply astonishing, and I have never seen anything like that in my life, only in novels or shows, actually not even.
Flawless, almost perfect. Actually, I can see some flaws in them. I don't know why I can see it. I want to fix it. No, I can make something definitely better. I've just been born? and I kind of just black out.
Oh fuck. I think to myself as I look in front of me. After looking around the palace curiously, I see the most perfect beings I've ever seen before. I look forward. I see a beautiful woman with raven-purpleish hair, not dark enough. She's not like the god of death or something. But it's beautiful to be sparkling like a peacock.
And I see a man and woman in front of me, both of whom I assume have godly parents, registering the faces. They look exactly like what I assume. A Greek bodybuilder would have them both be young. Well, not young. They look like they're pushing past their early 30s.
The man I see has immaculate, long silver hair with blue lightning eyes that clear the sky. He wears a tangled Greek-fashion robe with golden patterns on it, and he has a crown that has amazing jewels on it.The queen and king— uhh unfortunately, and fortunately, they are Zeus and Hera.
To be honest, honest, I kind of realized this while in the womb, but I didn't want to really speculate because all the information I heard was being censored until the last few seconds. Had a few Kings and Queens. His gloriousness, Zeus.
Or something like that about lightning bolts, giants, and Titans.
My mother, though she Just wearing a similar outfit, but with more sprays of colors like purple, green, and gold in a few other symbols. She has a tiara? Same amount of beauty but different. They look at me, surprised and smiling; they have teeth that would make Hollywood celebrities' teeth look like slugs. Maybe I'm being just a little bit dramatic.
but I hear my name being called by them as they look at me from the crib I'm currently in, which is also a very nice crib. I'm guessing they probably had some giants or titans make it blessed to make it warm and comfortable. But the midwife towards my birth was Lady Hestia. Other than this, after seeing them speak to the back, my parents continue speaking to me as they talk to her for a few minutes and then start moving me to a bigger room.
I see a sort of silver portrait, a lot of them slung about with good art, and music constantly being played throughout the halls. We reach the room, and my mother gives me a kiss; I can feel the motherly love radiate off it. Looking at Hera, I kind of feel bad, wondering how many times my father has already cheated on her. I still have a curious thought wondering if this is the God of War universe or another one.
I'm visited by my older sisters; yeah, apparently I got Persephone and Athena. These two little girls visit my crib quite often, call me cute and adorable and a few other things, you know, the usual, and sometimes talk to me and play around.
It seems the process of me growing is odd. I heard my parents speaking about how I was in the womb for 2 long summers, but apparently after a year, I should start developing really fast.
Well, I'm in my crib and visit via a number of different majority of gods. Whether it be by my dad's or mother's siblings, well, besides Hades and a few honorable mentions
Eventually, following, I started learning how to crawl as soon as I touched the marble floors of the palace by moving using my arms and then, along with my stubby legs, by pouring my golden mana into them.
Upon this, has started getting more into the core of my soul, which is more about how magic works in this world. And my dad and my mom are happy about it, especially my learning, especially crawling, I guess. Mom, she looks very proud of me, and she calls me her little sparky fireball.
Time passes, and I've already matured to the age of 5 as I wander the halls of the palace of Olympus, scheming some blueprints in my mind.
That will make the palace look better whenever I get older.
As I walk, I think that the fact a lot has changed in the timeline or mythology means a lot of things are not the same. Like, but the real question is, do pantheonsexist? must need to worry about other ending events? and overpowered immortal beings, who enjoy throwing tantrums? But the fact is.
I see my mother arguing with my dad about him and his loyalty; she looks like she's about to slap him for his ignorant remarks and controls herself and walks away, calling him a worthless husband. I see sadness linger in my father's eyes.
As they both separate and walk different connections.
Knowing where my mom will be heading to her garden, which holds many beautiful flowers from Demeter and other gods. Or planning on stalking my mom, I go ahead and grab some ambrosia and then head to the garden after finishing my drink.
By the way, Mount Olympus is large; an example would be as big as the state of Arizona. Apparently, though, Mount Olympus is a huge mountain, like mythologically huge.
But apparently the mountain is the highest in Greece; apparently the mountain has 3 different layers of that type of tier, God you are; the peak is where the palace of Zeus and Hera is; apparently the whole mountain is a different realm from below, but the city of the gods that resides in Mount Olympus is called Olympos.
So my mother owns one garden, and it's the Orchard of Hesperides, or Hera's Orchard. It was a gift from Gaia to my mother after she accepted Zeus's proposal. It was honestly a good welcoming wedding gift. It's a very beautiful garden in the west of Olympus, and I have visited a few times.
But knowing my mother makes her way to her safe space. I head down the golden marble path leading to a beautifully open field; with this I see a massive five-story-tall tree. It's glimmering with countless golden apples falling down; it's a very green tree that just radiates health. But the orchard holds a grove with many exotic flowers and fruits.
The most notable one is quite the value. Is the tree known as the tree of immortality, which produces the golden apples that are said to make you well immortal, or really just grant you youth? The tree produces bronze apples and golden apples. The bronze apples are used to make nectar, while the golden apples are good for ambrosia.
The orchard has three maidens called the "Hesperides"; they tend to the garden and feed the local bums. They are children of Atlas and so called the "nymphs of the West," but I'm calling them the local bums because they occasionally pick from a tree for themselves.
But my mother grew tired of this eventually. Got her hands on the never-sleeping Guardian of the Sacred Tree, a pretty large divine reptile, which unfortunately is a 100-headed dragon literally just named Ladon. Like, bro, Mom could've just named him the great hundred-headed destroyer, but who cares? It's a safeguard for other treasures here.
But seeing my mother up ahead finishing her conversation with the Hesperides, I finally walk into the garden, leading to a thin path that closes close to the magnificent tree.
I hear a loud thud like stomping, and I see a big shadow covering my body from behind, then hear a rain of saliva dropping down.
"Oh yeah, our guard dog," I think to myself and turn around to get hit by a shotgun of saliva to the face.
"Yeah, yeah, I missed you too, Ladon," I speak out loud to the "mighty" dragon before moving my hand. Petting the winged reptile.
Ladon moves his body back after waterboarding me, letting me breathe and getting a better look at the "beast." Ladon is a first-generation divine Hesperian Dragon. He's smaller than an elephant but bigger than a lion.
He's like a big python and Komodo dragon mixed into one serpentine body. The body is thicker than any mortal metal, and his bright dark green scales shimmer like copper and gold.
He has 99 heads, all slithery dragon heads.
The one in the middle commands the rest of them; the main head is what I call the true homie, Ladon.
Ladon's main head has 4 eyes on each side, and he has the head of a dragon in the face of a Komodo, but his tongue feels more like a Labrador dog.
Ladon's strong and by no means weak; he's still a pup, and Mom had me fix him a half-finished collar, which goes around his neck. It acts as a preventer from him growing more than needed. Until he learns to shapeshift.
Ladon though, while to many other gods large and terrifying physically. Ladon is a sensitive soul at heart. As his sole purpose from my mom is to protect the tree of the Golden Apples and its treasures.
Also, I remember him in mythology being related to Typhon, the king of Cur-monsters. So saying that he's pretty much related to Cerberus would make him his sibling.
Whenever I go to the garden, I spend a lot of time with him. Usually avoiding those annoying bum-ass nymphs, all they do is laze about; my boy Ladon be doing all the hard work.
But before I carry on with my dear thoughts, I say out loud, "Ladon, sit, boy."
Ladon flops, having his lower back legs on the ground making some dust fly away. He looks at me like a golden retriever waiting for its toy from its master.
Before I give him the gift I made him, I look up above the heavens to its home of heavenly lights of beauty. The colors of Ultramarine,
Celadon and Amaranth.
You know what's funny? Many now don't realize that Helios's light could only reach underneath the heavens. But then the question is.
If Olympus is above the heavens, then who provided light to Olympus? And that would be Mr. Hyperion, the lord of the East! one who presided over heavenly light and was said to be father to the other lights of the heavens.
He's also the God of watchfulness—well, that would be the case if my dad, Zeus, didn't send his ass into Tartarus because he was meat-riding Chronos too hard.
That would leave two other options.
Uncle Helios and, well me. Just old guy Aether!
but still appreciating the heaven lights and the many stars.
I pull out A metal ball I crafted with some good old fine metals. Laid about, which I most definitely did not bug Mom about, and it most certainly wasn't a gift for the Goodest Boy of THE YEAR.
It's a circular hunk of metal; its outer layer is celestial bronze. Meanwhile, the inner layer is made out of Adamantine.
After fooling around with it, I really wanted something good for my boy. And if one does, I want it to be special so he could use it. So shrink to a hand size and expand to fit his Ladon's mouth.
Not gonna pull out the boring stuff, but yesterday I was sitting in my room, and I realized I'm able to pour my divine mana into objects, weapons, and metals.
Then shape them how I want, if there's some sort of way to form. It's not; I'm going to have to finish it out later. It's a hunk of metal. Not a perfect form.
But it'll still work for my boy. "Ladon, here, I have brought you a great gift," I say to the good lizard somewhat dramatically.
revealing what's inside of my hand, which is the sphere I made.
Ladons looks at me, and before he could react, I throw the ball, causing it to expand to the size of a grizzly bear. It flows down the hill we are on, and excitedly, Ladon runs after it.
But of course, I made sure that it wouldn't be too heavy. Well, that wouldn't really matter; his strength is out of this world.
Hollowed the inside of it, adding a few layers separately so it wouldn't affect the environment like a massive crushing ball.
Hopefully it wouldn't hurt anything well. Besides the plants that are the witness row of Celestial dandelions get stamped by the ball.
Mom is not going to like that, uh.
But thinking about Ladon as I see him playing around, I kind of feel bad for both him and his brother Cerberus. Though because mythology-wise they're both quite lonely.
His job isolates him; it would stand to reason that he would want companionship. He barely has interactions with anyone because he's more of a guard dog.
I should get him a girlfriend. The Hesperides being an exception because they are the queen of bums. My mom likes him a lot because he does his job well, keeping others from bothering her.
Once I understand a lot, I make as much time as possible to come see him and play around with them whenever I'm free, avoiding my responsibilities as a prince.
But speaking on that, Ladon has the ratio of being Guard Dog of the Year. I remember I have a fond memory of when my Uncle Poseidon wanted to get a gold fruit from the garden without my mom's permission. Upon coming upon my boy Ladon.
Dearest uncle would end up getting his ass yeeted off Mount Olympus. knowing that felt like last week or whatever time zones are here on Olympus. That event would end me. Taking responsibility for my boy and crafting a collar for him. which note my smart good dragon would do good and was only doing his job, so my mother was quite pleased. And so it was my father because, well, my dad made fun of Poseidon for getting thrown like a sack of potatoes.
I end up playing around with Ladon for about 30 mins, and he enjoys the ball I gave him a lot. As I see that he won't stop chopping on it and it rolling around.
So leave him to his alone time and make my way towards the middle of the orchard, where my mother has all her favorite things.
Ladon sees me walking away and continues playing on with us ball, enjoying himself.
I see my mother walking closer to a bench-like throne near some flowers. I made the bench to relieve stress. It was my first creation.
It's a tiny little throne I made for Mom and Dad. Honestly, I'm more of a mother's boy, even in my past life. It doesn't mean I don't respect either of my parents, though I love both of them.
I have to figure out how to fix that relationship, though. and my dad's endless habit of sticking his you know what anywhere.
But my mom stares at the marble bench I made for her earlier last year. Looks like she slowly calms down and smiles. Then she calls my name: "Aephaestus, come on, how long can I keep your mother waiting?" I sigh, and I get away from my spot behind a nicely decorated pillar and approach my mom. Usually my mom only comes to her garden following an argument with my dad, or she's having one of her tea parties with my dearest aunts.
I say dearest because they give the best sweets. Replying, I say, "Okay, coming, Mother." One thing I realize is our parents don't really care if we, I and Athena, addressthem with titles. Especially my father, Zeus. Not sure if there's going to be a change in the future, though. Mother looks at me with her colorful, ox-eyed stare.
My mother stands up in the great garden, and she points to a beautiful blue flower with lightning coursing
In it is probably a flower my dad gave her.
Hera says, "This is the flower your father gave me after we got married after the war with the Titans. Once he became the new king, he gave me the most beautiful ring and promised me that he would always love me.
I was the happiest woman alive during that time, and a few years later we would have you, my little prince." She ends up with her late smile; I can see the pain.
But she still holds. Great love for my father, I kind of sigh to myself in my mind and walk to her and reply, "Mother, it's very beautiful! I bet all the other goddesses were very envious." She smiled and said yes, they were.
You should've seen the look on their faces. She smiles more. She gives me a hug and tells me "to promise and never break a woman's heart, for the heart is what our love comes from, and our love is more valuable than any jewel." I smile at her and reply back, "I promise to never break a woman's heart, Mother." Some time passes as we enjoy the silence of the garden.
Eventually, though, One of the maids, a polite sky nymph named Anastasia, tells me that the ceremony will be starting soon and I need to get dressed. My mom should be all right;she just tells me to go get ready, as a good man.
I follow through; I head back to the palace.
On my way back I forgot to mention Ladon also guards Atlas, whose imprisonment to forever hold the heavens is outside of the Garden of the Hesperides.
Like it's one of the first things you can see walking out of the garden. You would see a bearded man holding a celestial sphere on his shoulders. That's what I would say, but in reality, in the grassy fields in the distance. Is Atlas, the Titan of strength, forever condemned to hold the sky or the heavens for an eternity? But I look over and see an Atlas. He's 20 feet tall. He's not currently in his Titan form, though, which would make him significantly larger.
It's interesting because divine beings have divine forms that we hold by using our divine mana. Being able to tap into your divine form is practically the principle of being a divine being or immortal; that's pretty much the highest reach you can go as an immortal being.
Like, for example, immortal beings have two forms: the regular form, which is stationary, and then if you're strong enough and have the talent, you can reach into your divine form. Many of the Titans and Gods had to use this form during the Titanomachy
war.
if they wanted to actually fight against each other. Like during the war, I know my father and his brothers needed to reach their divine forms if they truly wanted to kill their father or overthrow him.
But lastly, on my useless yapping, the divine form enhances all abilities and cons of combat. It's strictly when you embrace your concept or God-given abilities and tap into it, becoming one. But usually it requires a lot of strain; it drains your divinity and divine will.
But I answer the palace and enter my quarters or bedroom; it's just a big marble room with a massive king-size bed and paintings all around, you know, the usual, very nice, with the floors tinted with gold and white marble. Nothing specific.
My mother helps me choose a quite dashing outfit for the ceremony. The outfit kind of looks like something an ancient Royal Greek would wear. Mom made me wear the small ribbon that has gold and silver in it.
I go to the massive mirror in my room, and I can't help but think how much I'm going to be a lady killer in the future. Of course I'm wearing a pretty nice Greek toga—good fabric, pretty silky—I would give it a 10 out of 10.
It's missing a few things, but it works. I look at the mirror; my height is 5'7". I have a good chiseled jawline, not too overdone, very perfect. I possess tan skin from my dad. 'Also praying I get his height too.' Hopefully I grow more.
I have gained freckles from my mom, but my hair is long and silver-white. With flaming red streaks, look at my eyes in there, volcanic magma, constantly heating.
My irises are purple with light blue streaks. The body looks good—well, everything looks good; you get the point.
But around my body there are these tattoos that look like volcanic electricity lines; the colors, however, change between orange and red, constantly going back-and-forth between light and dark.
(flashback)
I started by bugging my mom about the said tattoos, and she just hit me with the "go ask your father," so I went looking for the "King of the Gods," hoping he was still in the palace walls.
10 minutes later I found him, standing near a balcony, chitchatting. Next to him, sitting on top of the roof of the balcony, is a giant golden Caucasian feathered bird; it has sparks of lightning flowing around its feathers. It's probably his personal messenger.
But having questions that must be quenched, I approach my father, greeting him, "Excuse me, Father." I do a slight bow with my arm to my chest.
My father turns his body, showing his royal white golden chiton garment. He smirks, showing some teeth. "Ah, the prince Aephaestus, what may I do for you?" He says lightly, somewhat dramatically, and then goes on one knee. looking at me with warmth and curiosity.
"Mother wanted me to come to you for a question I had." Zeus looks at me and thinks for a second. "Hmm, if this wise king can assist a prince, why would he not?" Jokingly, he looks towards his bird and says, "Aephaestus, I believe I have not introduced you yet to my companion." He moves his hand and points it to the oversized bird. "This is the great divine messenger, Aetos Dios. He is a gift from your great-grandmother, Gaia." After we overthrew the Titans."
I look at Father and look at the bird, and it really does look like an eagle. Its aura holds divinity, great one; it's powerful. I wonder if it's the father of all eagles? I wonder what this bird's relationship is with Thunderbird in the northwest? Realistically, it's probably one of his lackeys that assists on the job "watching the hoes."
But my dad states, "Aetos is a great messenger for me and Olympus; he serves us quite well. If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have known what the Titans were const-."
"Father, I get it; he's quite an outstanding bird. "I came here for questions and learning, not another history lesson," Aephaestus finally said, his voice bored with little impatience.
"Hmm, okay, what is your question? than son?."The all mighty sky father replied evenly.
Aephaestus looks up curiously to his father and asks, "Father, what do the tattoos or markings hold?"
Zeus drags one of his fingers on his chin, narrows his somewhat wise, light sky-gray eyes, and looks down towards his son.
"Hmm, gods are made different than most living beings; some have horns, some have green skin, and some have tattoos.
We have Greek oracle runes; that's what these markings that run apart us are. They run through our family; every god has a different type of rune that flows through the body and soul. They truly uniquely represent the strength and divinity we hold."
(ending of flashback)
So what I understand is they "represent" our
divinity to my body's core.
But speaking about that, it's like my father's brothers.
My uncle Poseidon has tattoos and markings. Greek Oracle runes Running through his body, they have the color of the ocean blue, and they move around like waves. But it seems there are two things that I learned.
The first is that mortal beings have mana cores, and immortal or celestial beings have divine cores. Each corresponding core is unique to its host. But the rule is, gods have divine cores, and we pull our divine mana from them.
Divine mana is a lot different than normal mana; divine mana allows us immortal beings to accomplish a lot more, like pulling the stars apart. The color blue is normal for mana, while divine mana is the color gold.
The second being that runes are scattered about on immortal beings' bodies to allow them to hold the power they have in check. The runes could say that they act as the wire that connects the soul to the divine. I'm guessing each pantheon or god has different patterns for the runes.
What I mean by pattern is where the runes run throughout; I'm guessing they're like a conducting point. Our pattern is called the Greek oracle runes, and we got it from our great-grandmother Gaia, for I am guessing she also has the runes we have and probably, if not, two types, knowing she is a primordial and all.
But continuing on my courageous thought, understanding is after some amount of time, I was thinking I definitely was a fusion of
Ares along with Hephaestus.
Hmm, replacing the two gods, or the "two major deities," surely had an impact on some greater good, be it complicated or not, so he became one with the inventing "lame" bastard son? And the first prince who has a track record—I've just been getting absolutely slammed and humiliated.
Of course, this more information will get that in a second. but secondly must get pampered up for the pot.
My parents want to show me off to the rest of Olympus, since I am the royal prince after all. I can't disappoint after all.
After getting my outfit on or my robe, my mom tells me she'll be at the ceremony, and she makes her way towards the center of the palace near the hanging gardens where the food and banquets are being held.
I'm not too sure about whether or not they're inviting every god, whether they be minor, old, or new, but who knows?
I get everything I need, and I certainly make my way towards the party or ceremony. I see two massive doors at least 50 feet tall leading towards a much larger room. The doors have gold engraving on them and silver tracings around them.
I see a bunch of guests. Lined up walking inside, and there's also a red carpet leading to it, but the guests are an assortment of different races. As I'm getting towards the door, I look to my left, and I see my good older sister, Athena, waiting for me.
She's wearing a silver robe with gold markings going to the other side of it; she has her bright blonde hair with silver tracings up in a bun with a fashion garment.
She's a year older than me.
But it seems like I age 2 times slower than the rest of the other gods. At the same time, I realize the more Greek gods age, the more slowly they age. I am five years old. But I look like I am 11, and Athena looks 12.
This shit does not make any sense.
Anyways, I threw that thought behind my head as she grabs my hand and pulls me forward as she walks forward towards the massive door leading to the dining hall.
"Where have you been? "You had me waiting here for two minutes and 39 seconds," she says, observing me suspiciously with her glowing silver-gray eyes with a blue-golden queue to the iris.
I reply with, "My bad, I got caught up with The Queen, you know my mom?" I say to her sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes at me.
We continue walking, and she tells me that our uncle Hades and his queen, Demeter, will be arriving with our cousin Persephone."
Kind of curious, she follows up, hinting that her amazing owl named "Glauca" gathered the information. She says this with a glitter of sparkling in her eye. She's very proud of her bird, I think. The newest following, we enter the massive hall.