Alexo sat alone in the small hut that was halfway up the mountain. Looking out onto the small village without any walkways or roads leading to it.
He held a mug of hot tea, twirling it in his hands as he stared into the dirty water.
Stared at his faint reflection.
The sounds of the violent waves and thunder echoed in his head.
The screams of the men dying in front of him.
The rumbles of the massive creature.
All of them filling his head and bouncing off the walls of his brain.
He chugged the entire mug, as if trying to drown the noises.
He could hear people moving outside, approaching his home.
Alexo rose to his feet, putting his mug on a counter before making his way to the doorway. He stepped out, seeing men approaching with iron swords and wooden shields.
They stopped as they noticed Alexo step out from his home, rubbing his hands together.
"Alexo, we come in peace." One of the mad said.
Alexo looked over the swords, not saying anything.
"Easy men. Easy." The man said as he stepped in front of the others.
The other men lowered their rough, jagged swords. Sloppily made and poorly maintained.
"We simply wish to know what happened out in the sea. You were the only person who survived...whatever it was that happened. Nobody saw you come back, only waking up the following morning on the beach. Seemingly no wounds." The man said.
Alexo smirked, lifting his top in order to show the scars. A massive circular scar across his abdomen that made the other men gasp.
"So clearly you were attacked. Who was it?" The man asked.
Alexo moved his clothing back to cover his wounds.
He continued to stand in silence as the man just chuckled, looking out to the dead garden.
"What a shame. A plot of land that should be providing food for our people. And yet you let it sit barren and dead." The man said.
Alexo turned to stare at the garden, staring intensely until he was lost in another memory.
A young boy ran through him, able to watch himself running to a vibrant and beautiful garden.
The young Alexo ran past the sprouting flowers, smiling but making no sound.
He brushed his hand along the soft pedals as a soft and warm air blew, making his hair flow. He closed his eyes and turned towards the sun. Feeling the warmth of the sun.
"He's fine. He is right here." He could hear the woman say.
He turned to look back at the small home, watching the couple stand together.
The woman had a soft smile while the man stared with a silent, burning hatred.
Alexo frowned and looked down at the garden.
A small batch of olives sprouted from the ground, attached to a tree that was shorter than him.
He reached out and pulled, but the olive didn't give.
Young Alexo grunted, pulling harder.
"Leave them alone!" The man shouted, beginning to march over.
Alexo kept pulling, the tree shaking while Alexo's eyes began to glow white.
He grunted more while pulling harder. The small tree began to bend and shake more, the wood audibly on the verge of breaking.
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Alexo
FantasyIn Ancient Greece, there are hundreds of stories telling of heroes and monsters. Gods and Demons. But one has been lost to time, erased from history due to the circumstances surrounding his existence and his gifts.
