A/N: CruxisFury takes all blame for this. ;o;
Summary: Mithos is in love. Drabble.
It all began when Mithos was a little boy. Only 5 or 6 years old, and it was just him and Martel.
He was sitting by the fire, bored. His sister was off bathing in the river, and he had been told to watch the fire to make sure it didn't go out, and specifically not to wander off.
But he was so bored! The fire wasn't going out any time soon, and there was nothing to do in this lame forest!
So he decided, after much deliberation, to go for a walk.
He never intended to stumble upon such a... sight, of course.
Martel was in the river, slick with water. Her lower half was below the water, but her upper half...
Oh good spirits, the glory! What are those beautiful things, and why don't I have them, too?
He looked down at his own chest and felt suddenly inadequate for reasons he did not understand.
And later that night, Mithos indeed asked, and his sister nearly choked on her dinner.
And thus began an epic romance that would span over 4000 years.