Further away in the kingdom of Thessaly there is a city of lolcus, a new war for the throne is about to begin. Treachery has already been committed by Pelias. By the aid of using the bold and ruthless movements, Pelias overthrow Aeson the rightful king of lolcus and Pelias half-brother. Pelias insatiable thirst for power and harbored a deep-seated ambition to capture the throne of Iolcus. Using deceit and treachery, he controlled to overthrow Aeson and claimed the kingship for himself. Pelias' movements have been pushed with the aid of using each private ambition.
To steady his ill-gotten throne, Pelias imprisoned Aeson and sought to take away any
threats to his rule. Aeson's wife, Alcimede, fearing for her son's life, succeed into smuggle the toddler Jason out of the palace. She entrusted him to the clever and type centaur Chiron, who resided on Mount Pelion. Chiron, famend for his understanding and ability in nurturing younger heroes, raised Jason in safety, farfar from Pelias' reach
Pelias ruled the lolcus with iron fist by the side of his three innocent daughters, He conquer his ambition and persuade for power, yet the loom of prophecy delivered by oracle loomed over his head like a hanging sword, A prophecy Foretelling his downfall at the hand of a man wearing one sandal, the fear making him anxious and paranoid.
Return of Jason to lolcus.
As I stood at the brink of the kingdom, looking at upon the land of my birth, a feel of dedication coursed thru me. I Jason, son of Aeson, and descended from the line of Aeolus, the god of the winds, My father Aeson founded this city, so as the rightful inheritor to the throne of Iolcus, and I am here to reclaim what is rightfully mine.
As the sun was setting behind the towering walls of a Lolcus, casting a lengthy shadow over the city as I approached. My heart pounded in my chest, the rhythm of my footsteps mingling with the faint murmur of the city night activities. Dust from the street clung to my skin, and the cloak I wore flapped lightly into the breeze. It has been a protracted adventure, however finally, I am here in my birth land.
My thoughts become a whirlwind of mind and memories. The phrases of the centaur chrion echoed in my ears."You will satisfy an exquisite prophecy, Jason. Remember, by no means lose sight of your motive." My motive became clean now, however the truth of it became daunting. I adjust my grip at the personnel I carried, a piece of timber that had me through my trials.
As I neared the city gates, I could not assist however note the silence that was regarded to descend over the humans nearby. Whispers accompanied my eyes, widened in recognition, and hands subtly. The motive for their action became clear as I looked at my feet, My heart skipped a beat as I noticed the single sandal on my proper foot, the opposite misplaced into the treacherous river crossing in advance that day. The prophecy of only sandaled man here speeding returned to me, its weight settling closely on my shoulder.