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For a long time, you thought that you were the son of two simple farmers. While you had always known you were different from other people, you never would have guessed the fact that you were actually born as a god
. This information only came to light after a particular embarrassing predicament that took place in the market in town. You have always been unnaturally
strong; even as a babe, you tied together two snakes in a knot and swung them over your little shoulder and laughed. Your parents accepted you for who you were-they marveled at your strength-even if it often got you in trouble. Your teenage years were particularly hard due to the fact that you had gangly limbs that weren’t always incontrol and it was even harder to gage your own strength. You wanted more then anything to play with the other young children in the square. The only problem was, that they never seemed to want to play with you-especially if they had before and something
happened-you felt hurt when they said no; but you never pushed. However, when the disk they were playing with flew in your direction...you were so excited to be included even by accident that everything else melted away. You ended up causing the destruction of the structure that housed a pottery despite your attempts to save it.
The people were understandably furious, calling you a freak. It was then that the pents you had always known showed you a necklace that bore the symbol of the gods suggesting that perhaps they would have an answer as to why you were so different. With renewed bluster, you set off to the temple of Zeus for answers. You had never spoken to a god before, ironically you never thought yourself as particularly religious. So honestly, you felt a little silly kneeling in front of Zeus’s large statue and asking him for answers. To your surprise, the statue came to life and picked you up in his massive hands. You were scared out of your mind, but eventually you calmed down. He told you that you were the son of himself and his wife, Hera. You had actually been born on Mount Olympus and there had even been a big celebration with the other gods. Apparently, there was one god by the name of Hades; Zeus’s brother who had been the one who orchestrated your kidnapping and had slipped you a potion to turn you mortal. If you had drank it all, you may have died...but there had been one drop left. One drop that left you with your god-like strength.
You wanted nothing more to rejoin the gods once again, but there was a catch. You had to prove yourself as a hero; to go above and beyond. He told you to find and train with a satyr named Phil, who was known to be the expert in hero-training. You were also reunited with your childhood best friend; Pegasus. You mounted him and took off to find Phil, filled with more hope and determination then you have ever felt. However, when you arrived at Phil’s place you found that the satry wasn’t too excited about the prospects of training a new hero. He seemed worn down and completely beaten up. But you (with some help from Zeus) convinced Phil that you were going to be different. It was hard work, and you had to be careful to follow every single one of Phil’s rules. The satyr also had you on a strict training regime and you didn’t ever have time for yourself. You didn’t mind so much, you were determined to earn your rightful place in Mount Olympian history. Finally, the day came for you to enter into the real world. You were a young man now, fully grown into yourself. On the way to the city of Thebes, where Phil said was “always in the need of a hero”, you hear the screams of a damsel in distress.
You were pretty excited to show off your training skills, not only as a “dry run” so to speak, but you enjoyed the thought of saving a beautiful woman. You didn’t have any experience with romance and the little girls in the village you grew up in were just as mean to you as the boys were. You may have been a little nervous at first, but you stuck your chin up and you went into the situation with your head held high. You tried to act exactly as Phil had taught you, but honestly you weren’t quite expecting the sarcastic and generally unenthused woman you came across. Her name was Megara, and she made you feel awkward and you know you stuttered. You were quite surprised to find that she didn’t seem as thankful as Phil had said they would be. She certainly threw off your game and she called you wonder boy. But you thought she was nice and beautiful of course. Phil scolded you, calling you navve’ saying that a girl like that was “nothing’ but trouble”. But you...you believe the best in people despite the way you were treated in your youth. Maybe that is your biggest weakness, your faith in others.
When you arrive in Thebes you try to offer your services as a hero to the citizens there, but they were even less excited to see you then Megara had been. They were just so used to bad things happening and felt that heros were just more trouble than they were worth. However, Megara came to Thebes just when you and Phil were about to turn around saying that two children were trapped in the gorge just outside of the main city. Of course, you jumped into action with Pegasus, easily lifting the bolder over the cave that tapped the children inside over your head. The two boys that were inside were thankful for your help and they ran off just before a hydra came out. You had never seen anything like it in your life. It was tall and had a neck that seemed to go on forever, and razor sharp teeth. Having never fought a hydra before, you made the mistake of slicing the head off. At first, everything seemed fine until the limp body moved and three heads sprouted up to replace the one you had cut off. Though you knew what would happen after that first mistake; you kept cutting heads off as you fought the beast until the Hydra had thousands of heads upon its body.
It was holding you against the revine, and for a moment you thought you were done for until an idea struck you. You elbowed the ravine and caused a giant avalanche which crushed the hydra and every one of its heads to death. The people in Thebes cheered and they welcomed you into their lives as their new hero. You had countless of other battles after that; monster after monster came to try to crush you. But you won every single battle due to your amazing strength. You reached fame beyond any other hero that you could recall. For once you were accepted, no longer feeling out of place. For once people admired your strength instead of thinking of you as a freak for having it. You honestly felt on top of the world, you were filed with confidence and maybe you became a little cocky from all the attention. You felt that all of these trials had to mean that you could go back home to Olympus now. So, you make the trip to visit statue-form Zeus in his temple and you relay all of your adventures to him.
He was proud of you, he could see that you were turning into a fine young man. However, fame wasn’t the same as being a true hero. This news struck you hard and you fell from the cloud you have been riding back to earth. It was honestly getting hard to focus and everything that Phil had you doing for the sake of keeping up with your fame seems pointless. So when you see Megara again, it was like a breath of fresh air. Talking to her wasn’t like talking to the fangirls that fought over even a piece of your clothing. She was so real, and she made you feel normal in the best way. So when she suggested that you ditch Phil in favor of spending time with her, you don’t think twice. You agree to meet her in the gardens outside after you fix yourself up a little. You are feeling butterflies in your stomach and you know you have the goofiest smile on your face as you push open the door. You aren’t looking at the gardens like you should be...and as you step outside you know immediately that something is wrong. You aren’t in Thebes anymore. ”Megara?” You call, thinking you should head back inside...but when you turn back to where the door had been, you find it gone too. “Where...am I?”
You feel as if a million eyes are watching you; and you draw your sword which thankfully you hadn’t left inside and move carefully down a strange path. The hairs are standing on the back of your neck, but you clench your jaw. You aren’t one that backs from a challenge and you are far too determined to achieve your goal of going back home...wherever that may be.