𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓼𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼

The tale of fear and courage

A tragedy is the imitation of an action that is serious and also, as having magnitude, complete in itself . . . with incidents arousing pity and fear, wherewith to accomplish its catharsis of such emotions.

'I'm so scared right now.' The cloaked child coughed. They stood, not too high, perhaps it had been no more than 2 meters, on a rope. They looked at the rope which they were effortlessly standing on. The balance had not been the problem, rather the little hight. The child of Kratos, the divine personification of strength, was scared. Scared of many things. The sea and it's inhabitants, they feared. Spiders, they feared. The darkness, they feared. Not to mention that insectes were the bane of their existence. They were physically not weak, in battle they could hold their own. Just like their father, they in battle were brutal and merciless, repeatedly mocking both Hephaestus and Prometheus and advocating for the use of unnecessary violence. They too were strength, might, power and reached sovereign rule. Hot headed and quick to judge. They were no friend of calmly talking it out. Because afterall, speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret. That wasn't to say that being mad was bad. Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. Every warrior who had proven himself worthy and strong, was mad for something. Achilles was successful  because his rage over the loss of his lover, friend, Patroculus, fueled him to become stronger. Odysseus waited out his wife's suitor once he came home. Tantalus Served The Gods His Own Son For Dinner And Got Cursed To Eternal Hunger. Cronus's Children Overthrew Him After Being Regurgitated. Nemesis Forced The Arrogant Narcissus To Stare At Himself Until He Starved. Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.

When they were younger, Kratos was often away. Busy with his godly duties. When he was around, they were always happy. They and their father were close. They would laugh and joke and do all sorts of things together. Sometimes, her aunts and uncle would come over. His brother and both of his sisters were embodiments of similar traits. Zelus represented Zeal, Aspiration, Emulation, and Glory; Nike was the personification of Victory; and Bia of Might and Force. They would teach Marlas wisdom of no other kind. Marlas had not been their actual name. But the one that they had used since they lived. It was given to them by their friend. Lycoris. Lycoris was also not her actual name. A pseudonym, if you will. They had given each other new names when they were young. It originated from a game.

'Come on now Max! We don't have all day you know?' 'I'm coming! It's just so..' '..so?' 'So unbelievably high!!'

Lycoris was the daughter of Euphrosyne. A goddess of good cheer, joy and mirth.

'Hey, Lotta?' 'Hmm?' 'What do you think is happiness?' 'Happiness?' 'Mhm.' 'Well, personally, I think that happiness is something that depends upon yourself. Only you can give yourself happiness. For example, climbing this mountain with you, it gave me joy. But, I did have to climb it myself. I had to give myself joy.' 'Well I certainly didn't feel any joy climbing up here!' 'Haha, so you wouldn't!'

'Father, I'm done with my exercise!' Marlas trotted back inside. Somehow, they had managed to cross the rope without having three mental breakdowns and one good cry.

'Lovely.' A tall man packed full of muscles stomped out of a room in their small but nice house. It even and an Andorn! If they'd had to give anyone a layout plan, when you entered you stood in the courtyard. Right opposite of you, was the Andorn. Then, left of the Andorn, was the kitchen. To the Andorns right, the bathroom. Above all that, two bedrooms. Their fathers and then theirs. Then there was their dog, of course, Theseus. Theseus came shooting out behind Kratos who too slowly made his way to his child. 'Yeah who's a good boy? Who's a goodboy? You are, yes! You are! Yes! You're a good boy! Good boy, Theseus!' In a luled tone, they flattered their dog. Of course, giving him the adequate pets he deserved. 'Indeed he is a so called good boy.' Kratos smiled, lightly petting the dogs head. Suddenly, Marlas peeked up 'Father, why does it smell burned?'