Chapter 15: Argos
Greece..Argos..Few weeks later..
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The city of Argos was one of the powerhouses of the Greek empire. It was known as the first city of the Greeks, and was said to be where the Olympians first made and interacted with humans.
The golden rays of the sun showered blessings on the city, as the populace were engaged in their daily activities.
Within a small house, a mummified body lay on a small wooden bed, with the scent of agar wood and incense spreading all over the place.
A few moments later, popping sounds could be heard from the mummy, as the bandages began to split open.
Soon, a hand emerged from the body, began ripping apart the bandages on the rest of its body with immense strength.
In a few seconds, a naked young man fully naked sat up and slowly opened his deep black eyes which seemed to encompass grief and immense pain.
Looking around him, he quickly examined his surroundings before he slowly walked and picked up a purple robe hanging on a door and put it on.
He slowly walked out, as the rays from sun landed on him, causing him to close his eyes for a moment.
"By the Gods!" A loud exclamation sounded out, as he turned around only to see a middle aged beautiful woman staring at him with her hands covering her mouth in immense shock.
"How are you awake?" Her eyes gleamed with a hint of terror and mostly surprise, seeing the near dead figure she had been tasked to care for, standing in front of her in perfect health.
"Mother! Is everything alright?!" Soon, another shout reverberated, and a young man came running towards them. He was dressed in blue robes, and his short and messy hair only added to his looks.
"By the Gods!" The moment he got to them, he exclaimed in shock, seeing the purple robed figure standing before them with a confused look.
"Who are you?" The purple robed youth asked, while his eyes turned cold in an instant. A bloodthirsty aura emanated from his body, which stunned both the mother and son, causing them to take multiple steps back in terror.
"Calm down son. We did not harm you." The woman decided to be brave, and took a few steps forward in an attempt to get him to calm himself.
Seeing the sincere yet terrified expression on the faces of both mother and son, the purple robed youth couldn't help but calm down, reeling in the immense bloodlust before glancing at the mother and son.
"Apologies for my outburst. Who are you? And where am I?" He asked in confusion, while looking around, trying to make sense out of his current predicament.
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"My name is Electra, and this is my son, Heron. This is the city of Argos." Within the house, the woman quickly offered him a cup of water, as she and her son sat across him and spoke.
"Argos? How did I get here?" He placed the cup down, and asked in frustration. "We found you in front of our house, severely injured and decided to at least help you heal." She said, as her eyes glowed with empathy.
"I see." The youth nodded in appreciation, while his eyes rested on the son for a bit before glancing at the mother.
"My name is Astylos." He spoke calmly, as the mother, Electra, rested her eyes on him in surprise for a moment. "Can you tell us where you hail from?" She asked.
"I would rather not talk about it." Astylos uttered with a sigh, unwilling to delve into his background and past.
"Anyway, Astylos, you can stay with us for sometime. I will serve lunch in a few minutes, so you can go rest." Electra spoke with a small smile and walked out, leaving Heron and Astylos in the room alone.
"You. You're not human, are you?" Heron asked while constantly examining Astylos' figure. "I do consider myself one, but I don't know." He chuckled, and reclined in his seat.
"No human should or would be able to heal from such injuries!" Heron continued, as Astylos sighed, stood up and walked into another room.
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In a familiar piece of utterly destroyed land, familiar figures were being slaughtered by two men.
The first was a woman with long blonde hair, who held a nine year old girl in her arms. Before her stood a muscular man dressed in lion skin holding unto a huge club.
The other figures were two boys who were being torn apart limb from limb, and an old man who had multiple swords lodged into his body. Blood pooled under his body, and his pupils dilated from the immense pain he was feeling.
A few meters away from them, Astylos appeared with a confused expression. However, seeing the massacre of the group of people before him, he tried his very best to intervene, only to be stopped by an invisible shield.
"Son!! Save us!!!! Brother!!! Save us!!!" Soon, the group who had been massacred over and over again noticed his presence and his attempts to try to reach them, as they cried out in horror and suffering.
With all of his strength, Astylos smashed his fist into the invisible shield, but was unable to breakthrough, as he watched the two men before him erupt in a maniacal laughter as they massacre his own family before his eyes.
The next moment, he felt himself getting swallowed into an endless and immensely dark abyss, where the only thing he could ultimately see or hear was the screams and horrified expressions of his family. '
.Midnight...
Astylos instantly woke up in the real world, his body drenched in sweat, with spasms, as a horrified expression appeared on his face.
He immediately buried his face in his knees, and wept bitterly. His heart was filled with hopelessness, guilt, terror and helplessness, as he cried his heart out. Meawhile, a figure stood in front of his room, peeping with one eye, and seeing his current state, the figure sighed and left immediately.
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