My first memory.
It was warm and cramped. I felt something next to me, unsure of what it was. I didn't even know what I was though.
A woman was walking down a damp alleyway. With a long grey coat going down to her knees and her hood covering her hair and facial features, it was clear this person did not want to be seen. Her feet splashed in the puddles but the pouring masked out her not-so-elegant footsteps.
I can remember hearing a noise, I know now as humming. It felt distant but also I could feel run through me. However, I will always remember the humming for the rest of my life. I can recite the tune even now, so many years later.
The woman was hunched over, not because of the bad posture of years of sitting on a throne but because of the bundle of cloth that she was cradling in her arms. She looked up and saw a fountain. A small trickle of water poured out from the top, or was that the pounding rain bouncing off the top of the bare mermaid that was depicted in stone? The woman had no memory of this fountain ever working but she knew she was close to her destination. She had lived here for 800 years, not even the so-called labyrinth of Daedalus Street could allude her, she was there when it was built.
Another one I have from back then was something I always look back on but never fondly, only with sadness and a question. Why?
I look up and see a beautiful woman. Dazzling green eyes and gorgeous flowing white hair that use to tickle my nose when she leaned over. I felt a small kick on my foot. I knew it came from someone like me who shared the same coloured hair as the woman.
The hooded figure made her way to a door. She knew that the resident had just recently lost her husband, someone the woman had known personally. The thought of the man saddened her, as did the memory of the rest of those they had lost that day.
When she looked down, closed, sleeping eyes returned her gaze. She could feel the sleeping boy in her arms breath. It was so soft and if she wasn't concentrating, she wouldn't know he was there.
I remember seeing a few other faces but only just. I made out certain features, such as a well-kept grey beard that surrounded a massive smile. Then there was another woman. She looked just like the woman who held him but the thing he noticed was her one grey eye. Then there was another woman. The grey beard of the other woman seemed different. He later came to realise they were gods. If he was right, and he had no reason to doubt it, the beard belonged to the God Zeus. That meant that the Goddess must have Hera.
Before she handed over the boy in her arms over to someone who would actually care for him, she gave one last look down.
She brushed his black hair; it was soft and all you wanted to do was keep petting the baby. As the baby woke up, she once again stared into the boy's dazzling green eyes. Eyes that had belonged to her favourite child and the boy's mother. She grimaced at the sight.
One memory that I will never forget that I never like to remember. I woke up, hearing the sound of heavy rain around me and talking. It was the sound of two women talking but I couldn't understand them. I could feel light on the back of my head. I look up but unlike the warm smile from my mother, I don't see a smile. As the rain pours down off her divine face, her mouth moves. I never heard what she said.
"… Goodbye."
The Goddess Hera handed over the baby boy, her… grandchild, to Marie. Then, as quick as she arrived, she left, making her way back through the maze of walls and stairs. As she heard the door close behind her, she only looked forward.
She was glad it was raining.
"What's his name, Goddess?" Marie asked.
"Per…Percy, his name is Percy".
That's what Marie told me but I remember what my real name is, what my mother called me.
I don't know why Goddess Hera lied but I don't know why she abandoned me. Was the reason for not telling the truth that she wanted the son of her child to disappear or perhaps she thought I didn't deserve that name?
So be it. If they want me to not care about my family, that's fine. They abandoned me so I'll abandon them and I'll hide my real name because that's just another attachment to them.
My real name is Perseus and that is the only thing I'll hold onto from the family who never wanted me.
New story.
I've always wanted to follow someone who lives thrugh the dark days of Orario. My other main story, The Cursed Prince (Shameless plug) does somewhat do this but I won't explore the same way, considering in TCP, it is mainly Flashbacks while I will be going straight forward, not cutting to when Persues is 15 and seeing what he did in Flashbacks.
In this story, I want to explore in writing in first person. However, it won't be solely First person. I will be writing like the LN where it is mainly in Bell's persepective but it also cuts to third person and others POV.
Speaking of Bell, I had thought of just having Bell being the one left behind but I just thought it wouldn't work. If I write him how I want my MC to be, it will be basically an OC anyway. I also really want to explore the dynamic of the parrels between the two boy's very different lives and upbringings.
The story will properly start when Persues turns 5 and gets a Falna. A gold star and Cookie if anyone can guess which deity he goes to.
To those that may have questions about how Persues can remember some things. Basically, have any of you seen or read the Promised Neverland and that is all you get.
Things to look forward to:
- Astrea Familia.
- Hostess of Fertility, like when it first starts all the way to canon.
- Alfia and Zard, mainly Alfia.
- Persues finally reuniting with Bell.
Before I sign off, hopefully this will not stop me from making TCP chapters as that is still my main story but this one is jsut to do on the side, I'm hoping to focus on both just as much.
With that, I'll see ya next time (but in which story) and Peace!