Sup guys, whoever reads this stick with me this is my first story let me know what you think.
On one fateful night on August 24 79 AD in the Roman town of Pompeii, a horror-struck the primordial gods. Even though the world had forgotten their existence they still lived on in the shadows.
This is the story of Pagos the son of night and mountains, from the time he was brought into the world he was destined for greatness, but glory comes with many battles, and his first battle started at his birth.
The Night was dark as no moon was shining, the City of Pompeii unaware of the travesty that is soon to fall upon it. In mount Vesuvius Nyx the primordial goddess of the night was giving birth in secret, due to her fears of Jupiter's wrath raining down on her and her new child. The reason for his anger is his fear of what this child can become, as there has not been a child of two primordials in 300,000 years.
(Inside Mount Vesuvius)
"AHHH THIS HURTS" Nyx yells, "remind me why we decided to try and do it like the humans again Ouera?" she said while trying to regain her composure after her last contraction. Ouera the ancient primordial god of mountains' deep voice boomed behind his lover, " we've been alive for so long it got kind of boring my dear Nyx, you said you wanted something more fulfilling." Nyx seemed to ignore Ourea though and her screams continued throughout the mountain.
The servant helping in the delivery says" madam Nyx, keep pushing, I can see the head your son is almost here". Nyx yells of anguish soon fall silent as soon you can hear the cry of a newborn baby. The servant wraps the child in a dark black and ice blue blanket and hands him to Ourea, Ouera takes one long look at his son and smiles, " I think Pagos is a fitting name for our child born to this cold cruel world" Ourea whispers. He hands his son to Nyx," Pagos, what a fitting name, let us hope he can change the world for the better" she says with a smile.
(Pagos pov)
Well things were going well at first, I was just born today I saw a giant man pick me up and call me Pagos, he said something about a cruel world though I did not understand it much. Everything seems so nice right now how can the world be cruel.
As I was thinking that I heard a Rumbling from outside the cave where I was born, that was the last thing I remember before a bright golden light fills the room from end to end making it impossible to see, the world going black soon after.
(time skip unknown amount of time)
I wake up from my sleep and the first thing I try to do is to move my hands, but there is little success. Next in an act of pure terror, I try to move my head to see where I am but I get the same result as trying to move my hands, nothing. The only thing that seems to be working are my eyes, all I see around me is a bunch of what appears to be ash and rock. No parents in sight or even light, it appears I am stuck in a mold in the cave from where I was born.
My first thought is that my parents hated me and left me in the mountain and froze me there, and that scared me, I did not want to be stuck here my whole life. I wanted to see the stars from the top of the highest mountain. With these terrifying thoughts, I cry myself to sleep and my vision fades black.
