any moons ago, in a place that is now buried by time, was a gentle stream, that would lead you to a forgotten land with a mighty king named king Hermes.
Hermes was the god of thieves so he had many slaves. One of his slaves name was Ellie and she had battered, old, rotten clothes, unlike Hermes he had a cloke softer than silk and it smelt like butterfly milk. No one really knew what that meant. Ellie had cloths as brown and as worn as mud.
Manny moons ago there was a boy called Illichich, he was extremely poor and had no proper shelter, and he was never feed properly. He lived with his parents and five more brothers so he ate very little. He was the oldest of his brothers and he shared his food .He was a good boy. Unfortunately he was not always the oldest of his, brothers he had a sixth .Unfortunately his brother Athax died from lack of food he was also a good boy this tragedy was just meant to happen he was destined to die at a young age.
Many moons ago, when war flooded the cities, there was a humble farmer with a loving wife. His name was Polynices, and her’s was Ariadne. They both honoured the gods. They both lived happily in a wooden barn next to the city of Troy. Everyone was happy. But danger was ahead.
Many moons ago, in a place that had been buried by time, there lived a noble girl with her family her name was Aria. She lived in a little cottage during the tragic Trojan War. Before they knew it, the walls of troy started crumbling. Aria was told to go find a quire for her mother as she was suffering a terrible disease.
Many moons ago, in the time of the Trojan War, lived Haphendom and his parents. His father’s name was Themeas and his mother’s was Helena.
They lived in a war-torn village in troy that used to be grand but now was crumbling. Every day soldiers would charge past their house.
One boisterous night, when exhausted Haphendom was in bed, Themeas and Helena decided to discuss their troublesome situation.
Many moons ago in an unremembered place, there were two sisters named Antigone and Persephone. They were very kind and caring. They were fleeing from their homes and land in order to survive the invading Greeks. They shared what they had and cared for the wounded. When the two sisters were out of the land and in a safe place, Antigone and Persephone started building shelter for themselves and the other refugees. They made it home they cut down trees with their mother’s old kitchen knife and made homes using the left over wood for fire.
Many moons ago, in a place long forgotten, there was a young boy. He was a lonely boy. He had just about escaped from his home with his life, as his father was swallowed whole by a Griffin.
He was running in the moon light, his friends, his family, his home behind him. He collapsed. He was so tiered from the night before because he had feared his farther would be hurt. He was right. That night he slept well. The wind blew leaves over him, covering him like a blanket.
THE TRAGIC TALE OF TRINOS AND HIS BEAUTIFUL CITY
Many moons ago, in a once mighty city that is now consumed by time, there was a mortal named Trinos. The powerful city where he lived was called Corinth. His beloved city was being terrorized by a merciless hydra. The monster had burnt Trinos’s house to the ground turning it into a pile of onyx ash. The beast had also slaughtered Trinos’s parents; leaving Trinos with nothing.
One morning Trinos awoke after an atrocious night sleep to hear a pair of Dimmeseus’s messengers crying out the tragic news: the king had been brutally murdered by the hydra. Lightning flashed across the sky. The Corinthian walls collapsed inwards. The blazing heat of the hydras breath was just enough to set the city alight. Trinos knew if anyone could save the flaming city, the Gods could.
He sank to his knees and prayed. “Help our city, help us to get out of this terrible situation,” Trinos pleaded with tears cascading down his face.
Trinos woke next morning to find gleaming Armour lying next to him accompanied by a sword glinting and glistening in the early morning sun. “Thank you Hephaestus,” he muttered under his breath before plucking up his courage to go out and fight the hydra. After an epic battle Trinos emerged triumphant.
The citizens of Corinth were delirious and with Dimmeseus dead they named Trinos their new king without hesitation. Trinos protested saying he didn’t deserve such a role but the citizens insisted and Trinos took the throne.
The following night Trinos once again prayed to the Gods asking them to help rebuild the city.
The subsequent morning Trinos was woken by a limping ox and he decided to follow it curious to what it might lead him to. The ox led him along a winding path into the depths of the forest until they came into a cave. The ox stamped three times revealing Gold, marble and iron. Trinos was thrilled, the Gods had saved him once again.
Years raced by and the city was rebuilt using the materials given to Trinos by the Gods. Looking out over the balcony of his lavish palace, Trinos stared in awe at the sunset making the ravishing city look even more magnificent.
“Look what we have accomplished, this new Corinth is far superior to the old one,” he exclaimed joyously.”We must have a banquet to celebrate how far we have as a city,” he remarked his voice brimming with excitement. On the anniversary of the glorious banquet Trinos lay down in his bed in opulence. “What a notable choice that was, I truly am the best king the world has ever seen, even a God could not rule a city as well as me,” he said to himself, satisfied.
The next morning Trinos was sitting on his ornate golden throne when an assemblage of perturbed citizens hurried into his palace. Seeing the Corinthians scurrying towards him Trinos bellowed. “ Citizens, can’t you see I’m busy thinking about my next fantastic idea to open up a new mine.”
The oldest of the fraternize stepped forward and bowed before adding. “My lord, the forges wont light, I fear Hephaestus is angry with you, if you don’t change your ways, you may suffer a severe punishment.”
“Nonsense,”Trinos boomed before stating. “I want you all out of my palace and out of my city.” The citizens gasped and rushed out of the palace frightened that Trinos would do something even more terrible to them. “Now I have rid myself of those fools I can open up that new mine.” Trinos remarked.
A week later Trinos strolled through the City Centre on his way to examining the prosperous mine. Staring happily at the alluring city, he muttered. “Wow, I truly am the best king; nobody else could create such an exceptional city.”When he reached the mine Trinos was impressed. “Perfect,”Trinos murmured before going on to say, “like all my ideas.”
Trinos lazily dragged himself out of bed the following morning and drew the curtains; the clouds were midnight black monsters not looking in the mood to let even the thinnest ray of sunshine through their ebony bodies. Trinos cursed the Gods for making the weather so appalling. “Why is the weather so bad?” he scowled, “everything in my city must be perfect, including the weather.” Putting on his finest robes, Trinos stormed down the palace stairs all agitated and irritable.
The moment Trinos stepped outside of the palace he felt and heard an ominous rumble followed by a tumultuous shudder; the ground began to vigorously shake. Trinos lost his footing and was sent sprawling. He quickly got up only to fall on the solid marble ground once more. “What is happening to me, to my beautiful and perfect city.” He yelled.
The citizens let loose a deafening cacophony of ear piercing shrieks. Broad cracks appeared on the roads and pavement splitting the earth asunder. The rumbling would not cease. The shaking would not stop. The mineshafts collapsed and many of the terrified Corinthians fell to their doom.
“Help us Zeus,” one of the citizens screamed over the din but it was too late, nothing could save them now.
“My city,” Trinos shouted in horror whilst watching the extravagant palace crumble as he tumbled into the pitch darkness. The sky faded away and he was surrounded by obsidian black. He hit the ground with a thud. He was dead! His body would never be seen again.
Down the stream of time, there was a city which trembled at a horrific disease. Many noble men were caught by the disease, one the father of a humble young man called Zemnos. He was only young but he had no choice but to flee.
He fled with his mother and many other petrified dwellers of the city, until they could finally find a place they could call home. After many attempts for jobs he finally got a small job as a farmer which was neither well paid nor enjoyable.
After moons past, Zemnos’ ears could no longer contain the sound of wailing men and women. Disease stalked this island as well! With this thought lurking his head, Zemnos could no longer sleep. So he did the thing any respectful man would do, he prayed.
When the sun returned and he woke, he heard one of his sheep. Curious to the see what the fuss was about Zemnos shadowed his sheep. It led to a rock which was showered by moss. He knew a sheep could not lead him hear alone. Zemnos pondered the fact it could of been the gods return to his prayer. So he put it to the test. Results were positive!
After many were cured and joy spread,
“Zemnos king, Zemnos king!” echoed the room!
He exclaimed he was nothing but a small time farmer and he was not worthy. But that made no change to the crowd’s chants. He was king!
Once disease had sailed out the island Zemnos decided they deserved more, they needed more.
The sunset and the sun rose whilst the population grew and the city grew vaster. Zemnos urges for pleasure never came to a halt. Everyday Zemnos went to the woods to get the finest wood of all. The forest was emptying but one of the few trees that stood as proud and tall as ever was Demeter’s tree. That was sacred.
Once when the atmosphere in the forest was queasy, Zemnos heard a noise, a deep rumble. He glared at forest, looking for the noise but the forest was almost empty, except Demeter’s tree. He shot an eye at the tree and noticed it was saying something. He wiped his eyes but nothing changed. It could only have been Demeter’s message. It spoke powerful words the words of,
“Cease your nature slaughtering!”
“No!” Zemnos bellowed out to a descendant of Demeter.
He had been somewhat offended by the trees attitudes to his gleaming city.
Zemnos was infuriated at the fact Demeter claimed that he should not be chopping the trees down. He exclaimed to everybody he was merely improving the city. Even with Zemnos’ reasoning his mother was unsure about the idea of telling the gods they were wrong.
Once the news of his mothers fear spread and arrived at Zemnos’ ears, he was in a rage with his mother and his strop with Demeter was still there. He was so enraged that he was willing to something no man had ever dared to do. Hack Demeter’s tree down! And he did! He got many men to help him with this sin. They put in a place of which was now evil. The gates of his house!
When night past Zemnos woke up and felt something slightly absorb. But it could not of just been him his cat meowed, his dog barked and his snake hissed. He rushed to the window he peered out and he noticed something strange something unusual his palace was at an angle, his tree had grown a unrealistic amount. The only explanation was the gods had interfered! The roots tore through the house rapidly, ripping the house on all floors!
Suddenly. Bam! The house fell to its doom…
Many moons ago, on a clear, azure sea, there was a recovering ship, navigating around a forgotten wild ocean. This ship was fleeing from a brutal battle, which had destroyed all their defences. The captain was Octavious, leader of the Octavian tribe. The strongest tribe in Greece.
He had sailed from his home, Sparta, with his humble wife, Sabella and family and friends. But they lost their lives and now Octavious and his crew were the only ones left to for fill their dreams, which are slowly fading away every day in to dark mist.
On a misty night Octavious woke, hearing the howling of a mighty strong wind. He stumbled out of the ships cabin and before his eyes was a ferocious storm, throwing and destroying things in and out of the murky water.
The Octavians didn’t stand a chance against this mighty storm. It was as if all their lost ones dreams had faded away and did not matter anymore. Nothing matters.
Palavon appeared next to Octavious and cried out “You’re the leader, do something. If you do not act fast we will drown. Hurry!”
Octavious prayed, he prayed to the sea god, Poseidon. His words were short and simple “Save us!” he whispered. Poseidon answered his prayers and by morning the storm was gone and Octavious was determined to save his battered crew. He had a hint of hope left in his heart. They would find land somehow. No matter what it takes. Octavioous and his tribe were never giving up.
They were glad Poseidon was on their side, guiding them along the paths that will not lead them in to trouble. Octavious lead his tribe out of the wild, rough open ocean and in to a crystal clear lagoon. It was the most soothing place Octavious had ever been. Calm and relaxing, not a single boat or person visible. Then Octavious witnessed something that he did not want to see, a reflection of a horse. Not just any horse, this was Poseidon’s territory. Only gods and goddesses were aloud in this secret sapphire place. Just as the Octavions had settled down, Octavious started to hurry them. He told them they had to get out and fast. The tribe wouldn’t budge. Poseidon was furious. The mighty god of earthquakes and sea created a wave. The biggest Octavious had ever seen. It was too late. Poseidon trust a wave at them. Octavious saw the end. Suddenly, out of nowhere a dark figure appeared and forced back the wave. He had saved that single ship and made it look easy. Just as octavious wanted to thank this unknown mortal, the figure was gone.
Palavon strolled up to Octavious “You are our master our saviour,” he explained proudly. Octavious did not listen. They had survived, that is all that mattered.
Octavious glanced at his tribe. That was when it all changed. The rope had been cut. He wandered into the party that the tribe were having.
“As your captain, I demand you all to build a gleaming golden shield around our boat,” he demanded confidently. They got to work!
Using the gold they had won in many battles, they crafted a magnificent golden shield.
“Now we are going to battle, we will win,” Octavious bellowed with all his might “We are indestructible! We cannot be defeated!”
The next day the sun was gleaming and Octavious was looking out at the front of his ship, telling his sailors to travel on, when one of his sailors, Thlassion appeared. He explained “We will lose, we will drown let’s not do it.” This was usual; Thlassion was very shy and rarely ever spoke. Octavious knew this was not the man he used to know. “Do you know who I am?” “I am your Captain, I tell you what to do.” He replied sounding quite offended. Octavious turned to look at the sea, then back at Thlassion, gone. He had disappeared!
They had finally found land and were foraging for food. The Octavian tribe were enjoying the wonderful breeze when the captain heard a sound. There was a thud in the trees. There was a figure lurking through the rough branches. Trudging and dragging his feet, he appeared in front of Octavious and his men. Who could it be? It was the god of war. Ares! “Are you glad I saved you from that massive wave?” he asked triumphantly.
“Yes, thank you.” Octavious replied. “We need your help!” he continued.
“Yes, in that case I will help you,” Ares replied.
Together they wandered through the woods; Ares was leading them to a field that lay ahead. In the emerald field, stood a single pearl white horse enjoying the cold fresh wind.
“This is a magical horse,” Ares explained. “You kill it then you get its power and you will survive forever. But this magnificent horse belongs to Poseidon!”He continued.
I don’t care who it belongs to because this horse is now mine!” Octavious replied. With those words he grasped a dagger and stuck it deeply in the mortal horse, creating a large wound. The magic flowed out of the horse’s lifeless body. It was gone. Octavious lifted with emotion as the power oozed in to his body.
They headed back towards the armed ship, ready for battle. Nothing could stop them now.
They sailed out into the deep ocean. Octavious had no idea where he was going. Suddenly a dark fog filled the air. It was like being in a night mare. A colossal, fast moving whirlpool appeared. Getting closer and closer by the minute, Octavious and his men started to panic.
Before dawn appeared they were being sucked up in to the whirlpool. Down, down and down until they reached the sea bed. They were gone. Everything was gone. The dreams they promised had faded away.
In the seas surrounding Greece there is a ship wreck where the mighty sea god Poseidon lives and guarding the ship wreck, the home to the dead unfortunate body of Octavious. The man who never learnt his lesson was punished and will never return to the world. Instead his lifeless body will live in the sea guarded by Poseidon, who is always watching. Forever gone!