Prophetic Dawn
In a world devastated by chaos, young Alex awaited his 10th birthday, hoping for a simple blessing. Instead, he found himself before familiar statues of gods from his past life. Drawn to Apollo, the god of the sun, Alex chose to bind with him, gaining immense power and a heavy burden.
His journey began with Alexius, a talking cat who was more of a nuisance than a guide. “If I told you everything, where’s the fun in that?” Alexius would purr, clearly enjoying Alex’s frustration.
Then came Hermes, the trickster god who saw Alex as his personal plaything. “Consider it divine seasoning,” Hermes would say, grinning as he led Alex into absurd situations. “Why do I feel like a toy in your cosmic playroom?” Alex would ask, to which Hermes would only wink and reply, “Toys don’t complain as much.”
Aion, though seemingly fatherly, couldn’t resist his share of riddles. “You remind me of my younger self,” he’d say warmly. “Just don’t forget to have fun—life’s a marathon, not a sprint.” Alex often wondered if everyone in the divine realm spoke in riddles, earning chuckles from Aion.
Despite their antics, other gods showed unexpected kindness, guiding Alex through his trials. With Apollo’s power came visions of past, present, and future, setting him apart. Though he appeared calm and distant, his companions saw the sadness in his eyes, wishing he would open up.
Alex harbored a simple wish—one the gods repeatedly ignored: a normal life.
