Peace. Tranquility. Silence.
That's all Artemis could hear. The silence is so loud , pounding away his ears, if it were any other situation he would've enjoyed it but unfortunately it is not. After all when people die they stay dead, not live like some kind of fucked up ghosts - or is it spirits?-.
Serenity. ... Nothingness?
No, the very notion of it disrupted the tranquility of this 'void' sending out ripples across the space. Revealing that something is living in here, no that's actually wrong it is more like the 'void' is something - someone- alive. The reflected proof of the self, contemplating the existence of reality where there is none.
Stark whiteness fading away into Blackness, addition to the Darkness? that's all Artemis could see. it Swallow him up like an hungry beast, a great pressure pressing on his psyche.
It will drive him in madness if he didn't do nothing, so he dive deep in a slumper.
The next time he awoke The darkness had faded away but not much. Artemis open his eyes, no, more like he was Allowed to open eyes. This Time all he feel is pain, it's so painful that he feel something is cutting his 'soul' away.
pain,painpainpainpainpainPAINPAIN HURTHURTHURTHURTHURTHURTHURTHURT
Whatever it is it hurt more than anything he ever felt while alive, He remained conscious for a minute before falling unconscious. When he wake up again he knows where he is, it took all his mental strength to not just nope the hell out here and be insane
The place he is in is CHAOTIC. the very nature of this place is chaos, It is quite a... how should he put this? ahh yes, it is a place at the same not
The person who is quite chaotic as this place gave him all the necessary information. And it is quite maddening if he say so himself.
After how could he not when he himself is the first person in existence?
how could he not when before him is
KHAOS (Chaos) the first of the primordial gods (protogenoi) to emerge at the dawn of creation?
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Chaos seems like a good fellow — not really that bastard tortured me— he gave me a good body to walk among the living again. Even if I'm in some kind of fantasy world with magic and divinity running around.
I interacted with many people with my time here people like Gaea, Kronos, The three fates,Nyx, Tartarus, etc.
If it wasn't obviously then I've eincarnated in Greek mythology, and wasn't that fun? —not really!—thankful the gods have not been born yet —or is it, came to earth?—
During the years I thought that I'm the first human to be 'born' after all I'm the first being in this world, aside from chaos and that thing is not considered being 'alive'. then all my belief got thrown out of the window when one day I was bleeding ,normally my blood — human blood —will be red, (snort) My 'blood' was gold.
Yes you heard that right, my blood was gold. I was bleeding Ichor, the so-called blood of the 'gods'.
I arrived at the same conclusion as everyone,
I am a God
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I woke up from my dream —more like memories— with a gasp. This 3yrs I had the same dream, about me being a divine being, even now I cant help but snort.
Anyway I disgress, The last three yrs I had been practicing my magic and i took a liking to fighting with a spear. my magic is quite strong for my age I thanked that to my father who was blessed by Goddess Athena.
My Rune and spellcasting magic is my strong suit, I was a Military General in my past life going by that fighting with my spear should have been my strong suit but i am talking about magic here, magic! , who wouldn't want to use magic? I would've been an idiot if I did not take the advantage of my fathers spell books and his reputation in this city and learn more advanced magic.
"Icarus!" suddenly a shout broke me out of my musing. "Yes, father?" I responded while walking to my father's workshop. "come help me with this" father asked , well more like demanded. I refrained from rolling my eyes, "yes" I held a pot with hot liquid inside it while father was chanting some magic, i watched as the liquid became pure and became more glass-like with an eye on the center.
"Now do your job" said Daedalus. Now as I said earlier three years has passed since I came here —or is it my memories?—and all my time I spend it practicing my rune magic and the spellcasting magic and my magic is quite advanced. Now I can reinforce my body with runes making me stronger than I usually am. so I became I bit better than deadalus in rune magic. I shuffled a bit closer to the table holding a brush and a pain , carving runes on the glass. i carve Rune of 'absorbtion' and 'Reflection'.
I didn't wait to hear his nonsense and left, leaving Daedalus talk about being the 'great' inventor, credit where its due even with all the arrogance and selfishness Daedalus is a genius not many can create the things he did. But he's still a bastard nonetheless.
I go to the yard practing my spear arts until the golden rays of sunlight that lights the dust like some sort of motes, fade to an orange colour blanketing the entire sky, that soon change with a red hue spreading all over directions, making the sky blood red making it have a haunted feeling into it, That soon too changed with Silver moonlight embracing the entire earth, the pale white celestial Body hovering over the sky Making the place feel like a fantasy movie. I watch as the silver moonlight dance around like a fairy until I feel tiredness, making me go to bed to sleep. I sigh as I sleep.