Woe of the chosen is an original story based greek mythology. It follows the journey of a young boy that goes by the name of Pluto whose memories have been scattered as small fragments throughout his mind. Unfortunately for the boy, his fate had alr...
The winds caress your long fluffy black hair as you look up at the never ending mountain the pierces through the sky. Its sheer size looms over you and makes you feel like an ant coming across an elephant. The gigantic behemoth of land makes you realize just how truly small you are in the grand scheme of things.
Come on young man, start flying up.
You'll soon see the one you were foretold to meet.
Your destiny has been premeditated , and each step you take is only inching you closer to your fate.
May the gods be with you is what anyone would say, but..
Those very same deities are the ones that want you dead. So instead...
May your will conquer your fate.
Gigantic spiked trees cover the dark sky, mist slowly creeps back into the Valley of Death after being blown away in separate directions from different battles. Loud shrieks of thousands of deathly creatures echo throughout the lands of death as our group walk up the tallest mountain in these deadly parts.
Skulls break beneath their feet, the sounds of crunching can be heard all around them. The group maintains focus on the path ahead, they rely on Pholys' light from its armor to see where to go.
Pluto would look up at the nightsky and realize that the stars are gone and that the moon stood still even though hours have passed by or so it felt like it.
Pholys would take note of the boy's thoughts and asked him, "The Moon, it means something to thee does it not?"
Pluto would respond while the moon reflects on his left eye, "Every time I look at the moon, I feel this sense of calmness. It's my way of showing myself that everything will be alright, and also because I just like looking at it sometimes."
"Interesting..", Pholys adds as it too would look at the moon.
"I don't fully grasp the complexity of human emotions, but if such a simple act makes thee feel as though that everything shall be fine then..
I should've practiced this act a long time ago...",
Pholys would think to itself. Its eyes are so bright that the moon is incapable of reflecting itself on them.
"The Goddess of the night, Nyx. Where hast thou been? Its been eons since Zeus had taken Olympus. I know that thou only cares for thyself, but...
If everything is under his command, art thou really free to do anything? Is thy freedom much more important than the lives of thy comrades?
Thou defeated Zeus once, but allowed him to live. Can't thou just come back and kill him once and for all? Is that too much to ask for?"
Pholys would look down to its left thigh, it would see a constellation form in the shape of two moons on each side and a circle in the middle.
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