When Minoans stated trading with the Mycenaeans, the Minoans prospered. The Minoans became so powerful that bits and pieces of their culture spread to Egypt, Cyprus, Canaan, and even to the Anatolian mountains. Their control became so influential that even the mighty Grecian civilization was starting to worry, and most of them cut off their ties with Minoa. Only the Mycenaeans were steadfastly loyal to the Minoan ruler, King Minos.
Our story begins with two divers, looking for treasure off the coast of the island of Santorini that they could sell to the Mycenaeans. Their names were Akros and Arkolochos. Akros was an influential figure in Minoan politics, who practically owned the island of Santorini. Arkolochos was Akros' brother-in-law. Despite being in-laws, the two were good friends, and so they had decided to split the earnings.
Akros saw something in the water. At first, it looked like a spear. But when he looked closer, he saw that it had three prongs, not one. This was a trident.
"By the Goddess-from-Beyond-the-Sea... could it be – no, this is impossible! The Greeks must be playing tricks on us!"
"What is it?" Arkolochos asked.
"It looks like the trident the Greeks say that their heretic 'god', Poseidon, used to destroy Atlantea in ages past! This is heresy! I shall raze Mycenaea, and Athens, and even Sparta to the ground for this!"
"I am aware of your temper, Akros, but those are powerful states."
"You think I have a temper? Are you working with the Greeks?"
"You are not well! Your eyes have turned... silver! Something is wrong. I can feel it now; it is like a harp being tuned, like a vibration –"
"A harp, eh? Just like the Greek god Artemis allegedly played? You shall pay for this heresy!" With that, Akros stabbed his brother-in-law with the trident. A crevice appeared in his side where the trident had struck. Blue flames lit the prongs of the trident.
Akros realized what he had done. His eyes returned to normal, only to look upon his best friend slowly dying.
"Kill... me. Just kill me," said Arkolochos.
Akros did as he asked, not wanting him to die a slow death. He struck him again with the trident, only to have blood rush out of his friend's side.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! KILL ME!" his friend screamed.
He struck him one more time, and flames shot out of his outpoured blood. The flames engulfed Arkolochos, and after four long, agonizing seconds, he was dead.
Akros began weeping over his friend's body. "Perhaps the Greek gods are real... if they are, I will avenge my friend, and my honor, by destroying their very creation. Hear me, gods: you will be punished!"