Many ancient years ago, so long ago that this was buried by time, during the torsion war the walls of troy were crumbling to the ground. Thankfully the torsions had allies and friends. One of their allies that had come to help was a humble city in Argos. In this humble city, there was a noble man, he fought and fought to save all kinds of cities and he would travel to who knows where just to save a city.
He was a prince, prince Aeron, and he had one sister princess, Areadne. Unfortunately the king, king Aesly, his father was old and he could not really fight or go to war as much.
By the way, if you are thinking, what about their mother, well, she sadly passed away and from that moment on, whenever Aesly thought about her, he prayed to the gods and quietly sobbed. After a while, he just couldn’t take it anymore. He had to see her he felt so guilty, so he went to see her. He had also lost in the game of life. King Aeron now had taken the throne. However, he wasn’t happy but heartbroken he found it hard to breathe when being an orphan. Although he knew that he had to help out his city now that he owned it.
Time and time again, Aeron thought about how much, he was of course loved by his city and they thought that because he was so brave courageous and heroic so they thought he was an immortal god. He exclaimed to them that he wasn’t, but they wouldn’t listen. In the end they managed to persuade him that he was a god, which was unbelievable! However, he did sort of feel like he was important and he needed to be noticed for all his hard work. So yes he now was an official god.
Many blood moons passed, when Aeron was asleep that night, he had a very peculiar dream; a dark figure had come to have a little chat with him. Aeron was in his own dream. He gazed up from his book; a dark shadow had come, dragging his feet across the grainy sand he was limping , rasping for breath weak. The door creaked open, he thundered in, “Hubris, bad, no need for it, do not let it over come you!” Aeron suddenly woke up. He chuckled. “Wow”
Aeron, well he felt really bored of having to walk all the way around the palace. He just did not know how his father could do it. Anyway, Aeron thought he would build slaves fit for a king so he did just that nothing less and nothing more. Well when I say he built them he actually got other people to build them for him. He knew that his slaves were built out of the finest bronze so they did not eat sleep and he did not have to spend any money on them. Aeron felt good he felt proud. He didn’t really want to spoil the moment!
As the year flew by, Aeron was also flying by on the standards of course. He was just getting more and more confident which must have been a good thing, right. Aeron stared over at his gleaming city, “it is amazing. Just beautiful.” Aeron said to his sister.
“Yes brother. Look at what we have truly created.” She replied.
“No, I have created the best city ever!” at that very same moment, within a blink of an eye, Aeron froze. His sister also froze they had both turned to black bronze. His city froze too it turned to gothic black bronze as well. It crumbled to the ground leaving nothing but shattered pieces of bronze on the floor. However, Aeron stayed staring at his once beautiful city, And still to this day, Aeron stays weeping in sadness forever. Continue reading Allies or were they?