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.