I chose that time to remember all the awful things that can be done
to you even if you can't die. Like chaining you to a rock with an eagle
eating your liver for all eternity. Or being thrown into Tartarus. Or being
tied to a post, having my voice taken from me, being enslaved to a mortal,
all retribution given to immortals in the past. Or they could just invent
something new to make life miserable for me. Predictably, chaos broke out
with each trying to be loudest. Aires was all for Tartarus. Hera thought I
deserved to live as a slug. My father, loving parent that he is, thought I
should be put under the Erynies for a year. But Zeus pounded his fist, and
even Hera was silent. Then he came up with something I thought worse than
even the Erynies. He ordered me to explain myself.
So I related all that had actually not really happened at all to them. And by the time I finished explaining just how that made sense they had gone from angry to slightly confused, but for the most part accepting. Except for Athena, who was silently laughing to herself. But in the end nothing was really done except that I was to go to the Underworld and stay there until I was known and worshipped among the mortals. Then I could choose to stay there or to live on Olympus.
After that I could of course no longer have Adesron for a name. Immortals are only named after a parent until they grow into their power. They do however continue to grow at the same rate that mortals do until they are formally recognized on Earth as a god, then their growth slows to an almost halt. I had always thought I would have a hard time going by another name than Adesron, but really it was easy. Like shedding an unwanted nickname.
But then, I had also thought that getting my power would make everything all right. Only it did not. I do not think things will ever be all right simply because I'm neither dark nor light. Because I was feared. Not by the humans as all gods are supposed to be, but by the gods. I saw it in the looks they gave me and the tone they talked to me in. They were afraid of me because Uncle Zeus was right. I was stronger than them. Not physically, I would never look like Aires or Zeus, but in terms of power. Wings and thunder and music were frankly nothing compared to the ability to change the past as I would. And it got to the point where I could take being feared by the only people I knew no longer.
I did not stop to think, I was just gone. Maybe I left a note, it was all a bit hazy. But I was gone, arrowing to where I had never dared to go in all my practicing. I am in my own future. I'm not going back to the time I was born in, though I'll always think of it as home. Now I sort of understand what my mother thought of the sunlit world I now live in. What I feel for Greece and the time I used to live in is like that, except bigger. I should like to end this by giving my true name, but if I have learned one thing it it that whatever happens branches off in unexpected directions. It's forced me to look farther ahead than I dare go through manipulation of power. You see, I have to set limits on what I will do with my power simply because I can do so much harm and so much good. I will not interfere unless life is threatened or threatens the life of another. And I will not change Time to benefit myself.
In this time gods do not show themselves the way they used to. Nor do people believe as they did. Gaea has changed, and my family has no part in things like the computer I type this on. I will not pass judgement on if the change is good or bad, wrong or right. It is not my place to be a god in this foreign time, just to keep wandering. Maybe we shall meet sometime. Oh well. Even did we meet and did I tell you who I am you would not believe me anyway. But then, I do not belong here. So that's all right. Finis part one.
So I related all that had actually not really happened at all to them. And by the time I finished explaining just how that made sense they had gone from angry to slightly confused, but for the most part accepting. Except for Athena, who was silently laughing to herself. But in the end nothing was really done except that I was to go to the Underworld and stay there until I was known and worshipped among the mortals. Then I could choose to stay there or to live on Olympus.
After that I could of course no longer have Adesron for a name. Immortals are only named after a parent until they grow into their power. They do however continue to grow at the same rate that mortals do until they are formally recognized on Earth as a god, then their growth slows to an almost halt. I had always thought I would have a hard time going by another name than Adesron, but really it was easy. Like shedding an unwanted nickname.
But then, I had also thought that getting my power would make everything all right. Only it did not. I do not think things will ever be all right simply because I'm neither dark nor light. Because I was feared. Not by the humans as all gods are supposed to be, but by the gods. I saw it in the looks they gave me and the tone they talked to me in. They were afraid of me because Uncle Zeus was right. I was stronger than them. Not physically, I would never look like Aires or Zeus, but in terms of power. Wings and thunder and music were frankly nothing compared to the ability to change the past as I would. And it got to the point where I could take being feared by the only people I knew no longer.
I did not stop to think, I was just gone. Maybe I left a note, it was all a bit hazy. But I was gone, arrowing to where I had never dared to go in all my practicing. I am in my own future. I'm not going back to the time I was born in, though I'll always think of it as home. Now I sort of understand what my mother thought of the sunlit world I now live in. What I feel for Greece and the time I used to live in is like that, except bigger. I should like to end this by giving my true name, but if I have learned one thing it it that whatever happens branches off in unexpected directions. It's forced me to look farther ahead than I dare go through manipulation of power. You see, I have to set limits on what I will do with my power simply because I can do so much harm and so much good. I will not interfere unless life is threatened or threatens the life of another. And I will not change Time to benefit myself.
In this time gods do not show themselves the way they used to. Nor do people believe as they did. Gaea has changed, and my family has no part in things like the computer I type this on. I will not pass judgement on if the change is good or bad, wrong or right. It is not my place to be a god in this foreign time, just to keep wandering. Maybe we shall meet sometime. Oh well. Even did we meet and did I tell you who I am you would not believe me anyway. But then, I do not belong here. So that's all right. Finis part one.