Nothing Like The Rest

Hadrian

A/N: Some of the things written in italics is the Alon from the present remembering the event and commenting on it or the thoughts of someone else in the story.

Alon's POV

3700 years ago

I was lost. That was obvious, it would be obvious to anybody.

I haven't seen father in almost fifty years, I don't know where he's been since the Romans attacked Hellas. (What we call Greece is what Greeks/Hellenes call Hellas)

I sometimes find myself thinking that he's been destroyed by the Romans but those people were humans, they could never even inflict pain on him right?

I head back to my cave after fetching water from the river that was built around two years ago, the water was really clean and fresh. It was also man-made and the humans were the one that took care of it. The Romans weren't as uncivilised as I thought.

I headed to the cave that father had instructed me to live in until his return. It wasn't meant to be permanent but I'll just have to wait for him to come back and get me. Humans are scary.

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As I wake up from my slumber I heard voices out the cave and rubbed my eyes tiredly. I could quite easily pick up the sound of human blood flowing from a different continent so I kept my reflexes alert to wake up during intrusions like these.

"Apparently there's a man that has been living here for some years now, he regularly comes to fetch water from our waters without permission my lord," said one of the harsh voices.

They're talking about me?

"We'll just have to get him out and ask him to explain himself, he's probably quite poor if he can't even afford a small cot and chooses to live in a cave," he had a warm tone to his voice. A reasonable man most probably.

There were five of them and each one had a horse, they were all extremely good fighters. I wouldn't stand a chance against them.

They came inside and I could feel my heart beating wildly, what if they choose to kill me? What will I do?

The few seconds it took for them to reach me felt like the fifty years I spent sleeping because of my father. Fear crippled my insides as they stopped in front of me. I lowered my head immediately and fiddled with my fingers, in hopes of showing them my submission.

"Who are you?" The warm voice asked.

I felt the tears stinging, "Please don't kill me," I sobbed.

"That's not the question he asked fool!" The harsh voice from earlier shouted.

I sobbed harder and the warm voice voice said, "Leave him alone Remo. He seems to have gone through a lot, look at the injuries all over his body."

He pointed at the scars I first got when I woke up, the lion that lived in this cave had tried to kill me but I used a little enchanting and it did the trick, the lion left but I got injured in the process.

"Don't worry I'll be fine," the kind man wanted to say something but stopped when he saw the glow around my hands. Apollo was the god of healing and disease, I naturally inherited the power of healing and also excelled at it. Not even two seconds after I started, my wounds were all healed and the scars were non-existent.