There is a weapon. It's one of the strongest ever. There is only one. Many search for it. It is considered the Weapon of Death, the Weapon of Invinicibilty. No... it could open your soul. It can open your love. Your heart. But the heart is the most strongest ever. It controls your body. It controls your emotions. It controls your mind, and even his brain. Nothingless, the heart can overpower it. Barely. This weapon is the strongest. It can destroy the world. It is passed down in generations. Replicas have been made. Katanas. But this weapon wasn't made in Asia. Not even on planet earth. It was made before Earth. Before the world was made. Legend has it, it actually created the world. The earth. The Galaxy. But, even this weapon is very rare, even a peasant can have one. That's what one peasant had. He had a sweet heart and a thin body. He never harmed, but he saved. Nothing...Nothing...anything...he harmed...everything he saved. But this weapon possesses. And he harmed all the things he loved most dearly. For he then sought out to meet his rival. The one who controls the weapon.
Poseidon
Admes was walking down the marble steps. They were white, but color didn't matter. Yet. Admes was doing homework. He clutched his quill and parchement. He sat down on the steps and placed the parchment on the step above. He wrote on the parchment.
The greek temple of Poseidon is located in Soúnio, Attica, Greece. A different name for it is Sanctuary of Poseidon. Local marble is used for the doric columns. There are 34 in all. On the east side is the path called Ionic Frize, which is made of thirteen slabs of Parian marble. It depicts the aventures of Theseus. The east pediment, on which is only a seated female, represents Athena, for the battle of Attica between them.
That was all to write. For now. He still had to write more. The history of it. Many other. Admes's assignment was to write about all the temples, which was due in ten days. But then, someone took him, and he was gone.
"HELP!" Admes yelled.
"Haha Admes. You actually fell for it!" screamed a voice.
Admes recgonized it instantly.
"Aetos?"
"Yes!"
"For the sake of Zeus, what a are you doing here?" asked Admes.
"Oh, so I can't spend time with my favorite cousin?"
"No...I didn't-"
Admes was interrupted.
"Admes...I have bad news..." whimpered Aetos.
"What? What is it?" Admes demanded.
"Mother died...Father is drinking...I just can't live with them anymore..."
"No! Your Mother died? That's impossible! She-"
"Died of an unknown illness..."
Aetos slumped down.
"I'm...So...sorry! I swear to the river of Styx...I'm sorry..." cried Admes.
It was normal to cry about other relatives in Greece. An uncle was like a father. An aunt was like a mother.
"I...I hope Charon takes her...and I hope your father does well once more..." recited Admes.
"Alas...we've no obols. We've ran out." whispered Aetos.
"I can ask moth-"
"There's no use..."
Admes felt like crying. It wasn't his fault. But...it felt like it.
"I'm sorry...there is really nothing I can do!" whispered Admes.
"I am staying with my cousin..." anounced Aetos.
Admes felt a whimper.
"I am sorry. I am dearly sorry. I swear to the river of St-"
"Don't say that name. 'Styx.' That river won't accept her."
"Oh,but it will. I can tell you that." replied Admes.
Admes leapt up. He realized the time.
"I'm sorry Aetos, but I must go. I have parent waiting," Admes started,"Goodbye!"
Admes ran of to the sunset, where the village was, making fresh bread and fermenting grapes.