Previously on Fate: Path To Magic
Icarus shook his head, dispelling all the memories.
"I Promise, Milanion.
[Bonus? hm. Kinda]
Artemis died at the age of 70 and Icarus was born through him. Icarus was 2 years old when Nightmares begun to torment him, He was 2 when he dreamed of children, of fame and burning passion of love that is on borderline of Obsession.
Icarus dreamed of a boy with round glasses, he dreamed of green eyes and a lightning scar on the boy's forehead. He dreamed of magic and wands, of Avada Kedavra. Green light blinding him and screams then thud— a body falling— he dreamed of a teenager who was a son of poseidon, of The Lightning Thief.
Icarus dreamed and dreamed until his father — Daedalus— told him why
"You're more than just a human, Icarus. you're a dreamer, more than just a mortal."
Icarus remembered what his father told him and he kept it close to his heart. Icarus was 4 when he sewed his cloak, he dreamed of a cloak that was Invisible and so he created it from scratch.
Because Icarus was no longer Artemis, and Ἔρεβος was no longer Artemis.
Artemis is more than just a mortal, more than just a human. His brilliance outshined all casting them in his shadow, he's more brilliant than to be dead. Than to fade as if he is a speck of dust.
Icarus dreamed and dreamed. Because that's all he's good at, daydreaming, so he dreamed and dreamed.
Sometimes though, they'll be this man in his dreams, Icarus doesn't know who is it but he doesn't care because he Dreamed and Dreamed. The man always tell him to keep Dreaming— " one of the universe most powerful concepts is the art to Dream, son. The concept of Hypnosis of Dream and Sleep, So keep Dreaming Child Of Nothingness." The man was always there in his dreams, sometimes though he would not see him. Other times The Man would not talk to him, just watching Icarus create a World from scratch, watching him Dream and Dream.
Icarus keep Dreaming and Dreaming until the point that he couldn't point if he's living in his Dreams or not. Icarus's Dreams are weird though, Sometimes Icarus Dream of Fire, he Dreams of Fire that is always Warm even if the Fire is a Person though. He dreams of a girl he watches growing up playing with her FIRE infront of him — Dad! look I made the fire look big! — Big, round, expressive eyes looking at him with expectations and Icarus would always Reply — Oh im so proud of you— Icarus would ruffle her hair and chuckle when she pout. He Dream of a Lady with Red hair that is if it's Fire itself, he Dreams of a nice Lady that Icarus always call 'Daughter'. He doesn't always understand what His Dream self is saying sometimes though but that's okay because Icarus always Dream and Dream.
Sometimes Icarus Dream of Darkness, so Dark that It swallows him whole and never spitting him out. But he found himself Feeling at Home there, like He lived there for an Eternity. But Icarus is a mortal right? He can't live for that, His father always tell him about the gods and their pettiness— your mother would've been so proud of you, son— His father always whispered when he thought Icarus can't hear him.
Icarus grew up noticing things that he's father can't see or feel. Icarus grew up feeling like every breath he takes there's something invading his body, nourishing it. Icarus can feel it in the air, plants, in the Earth and sometimes Icarus feel it in People too. It's warm and murky, it's like air always flowing around, lazy. They are other times that Icarus can see it, it's colourful like the paints that he often see in Athens or in his dreams. It waves and flows in the air and it's shiny too, like gold that he often see littering around the temples of Gods.
Some time later, Icarus learned from his father Whispering in awe and fear " It's magic, Icarus. The very raw Magic."
Sometimes he's father always asked " How do you know that? I never taught that"
Icarus always reply with his head stuck in the clouds, daydreaming but aware of what's happening in the 'Real World'
" I don't know."
Sometimes like some sort of instinct, Icarus would wave his hands and command the magic he sees and feel to do what he wanted and the magic always deliver. Without Divine Words or any sorts of Magic, he just wave his hands and boom, he got what he wanted.
His father scared, shouting at him. " Don't ever do that again, Icarus!. don't show anyone and don't tell anyone you can do that, understand!?"
" Yes ,father" His words came out with a whisper and Icarus can feel the magic in his blood singing, wanting to be released.
And So Icarus Dreamed and Dreamed.
Icarus still wake up with Nightmares, with names burning at his tongue about things he shouldn't know. Of Names that shouts ' Home!' In his skull like his Dreams and His Magic.
Artemis died and Ἔρεβος was born through him, Ἔρεβος faded and Icarus was born in the World with Ancient Wisdom and Alien Knowledge. Of things that are in the Future, Of things that were in the Past and of things that are in the Present.
Without knowing it, Icarus Became a Paradox, of Timelines that are Connected through him.
An illusion or a Dream, He wasn't supposed to be here, He wasn't supposed to have this Knowledge in his skull that screamed Ancient. And so, like a Dream or an Illusion that people know its there but isn't real.
Icarus became That One thing that will put fear in the Gods without knowing it.
And so Icarus Dreamed and Dreamed.