"What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others."—Pericles
Narration Voice over
"Talk"
'Thought'
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Overture
The truth.
You truly wished to know the truth.
Well, you know nothing about the truth.
Here is the truth; Man cannot escape his fate.
Those who tried had failed. Those who given their fate will rise.
The stars in the sky had disappeared in a pitch black of darkness. That not even the moon itself has shown tonight.
All seemed a quiet night for the realm. Not a sound of the birds or wind in the air. It was as if the whole world stood perfectly stilled. For the unexpected event that is coming.
Yet that is until and coming of a great storm has formed in the sky.
Thunderstorms blast down from the heavens. Waves are crashes onto their shores. The earth shook the ground and crumbles the mountain as if they are bowing before the ocean.
Everyone who seeks the truth, there is an ultimate price for it.
Within the free Cities called Lys.
A woman lying on her bed along with nurses in her chambers cries in agony as she is delivering a child. Pushing and breathing as she is delivering her first born child.
'Please Artemis, my lady goddess have mercy on me and help me give birth my son.' Rhea prays to help her ease the labors.
Rains are pouring outside of her balcony. Wind blows around the city.
"AHHHH!" She screams as her baby left her womb. She wheeze from her exhausted relief.
WAAAAH WAAAH WAAAAH
"It's a son! You have a son!" her mother cried happily. Her mother kisses her daughter's forehead.
A son was born unto House of Rogare. His mother, Rhea Rogare, is from Lys who shared the blood of Old Valyria. Her appearance is silver hair, purple eyes and light skin. All men wanted her, but no one had ever realized that even Gods wanted her.
Lady Rhea was crying happily at sound of her son birth. Her mother showed her baby boy to her. He bears his father sea-green on right eye and bears the purple on the left. Rhea is smiling gently at her baby boy. She has no doubt that this boy will be handsomest bachelor in all the free cities.
His mother was fair and beautiful that when she went to the ocean to enjoy looking at the waves that was when she saw Poseidon who captures her heart.
FLASHBACK
Lady Rhea was walking down the beach side with a shawl to hide her hair and face from others. She saw her reflection on the waves. It shifted from her appearance to Poseidon.
Poseidon should himself before.
Lady Rhea was fearful, but could never look away from his eyes. Poseidon had gifted her water lily in his hand. She reaches out to it. She smiled brightly as she gently touch the petals from the water lily.
Poseidon gently grabs her chin and kisses her.
She was in shock, but slowly relaxed and kissed him back. He drags him in the water to the cave on the other side of her home where they are conceived.
They have a son together.
Her lady mother lifted up her grandson towards the ceiling of the portrait of Poseidon creating horse form in waves while holding the Trident. The son looked up to his father in the portrait that bore him.
Yes! The Poseidon, God of the sea, earthquakes, soil, storms, and horses. Her family had changed their beliefs when she sired his son. They honor the Olympians through prayers and offerings.
Half-mortal.
Half-God.
A demi-god.
The mother cradles her son towards and whispers sweet songs. Many of the women plus her mother gathered around her and her son.
'Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.
Black and bays, dapples, grays,
All the pretty little horses.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
Hush-a-bye, don't you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little horses.'
His name is Aquarius, son of Poseidon and Rhea Rogare.
This is his story.
Well, what you think in the beginning of his story. This is a request from FeralG3 so, I hope you like it. Give my reviews and PM me. See you soon.