Father, do you love me?
Of course, I do my youngest. My day-and-night.
Do you really?
Yes, yes I do. You know I cannot lie to you, Flame-eye
Prove it to me. Send me down a joyful man, a man worthy of me. Continue reading
Young Hermes finds his grandfather sitting on his throne pensively gazing across his island lost in thought. “Grandfather tell me a tale.”
“My tale is a tale of heartache and joy lost,” said his grandfather, never once looking at the child at his feet.
A woman frantically spins a crystal in the light from the window making rainbows swirl around the room. “Iris, storm-footed and golden winged, you who nursed my child when I could not, hear me. My boy has been taken from his cradle by Apollon, furious to behold. Tell his father! Bring my baby back!”
“Hey Didal, Didal
Mew with your fiddle
Of the cow thrown over the Moon
Whose dogs howled
To see her fouled
Since Discia ran away from Typhoon!”, shouted the child as she ran into the workshop.
A tattered scroll was unearthed in the bowels of a local museum today. It looks to be a report:
“My name is Xanthe of what is known to outsiders as the Amazon Nation. Nothing is dearer to me than my sisters. I would fight to the death for anyone of them but I hold [illegible] dearer than all the rest. Only she could have convinced me to go so far from camp without my weapons and armor. She wanted to show me something… Continue reading