Alexo was going for an early morning jog.
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon, the air cold and humid while he jogged along the coastline of the island.
He passed by his home for the 3rd time.
3 laps around the small island, and only just now was he breathing heavily and beginning to sweat.
As he began to make it to one of the other villages, he stopped.
A massive wooden ship pulled into the dock, flags that he didn't recognize flowed in the wind.
His hands clenched as he marched forward.
The villagers had gathered onto the port, staring curiously as men adorned in very loud and outlandish clothing marched forward. They had visible swords and metal sized for their bodies, loudly clanking with every step.
One man shouted in a language that none of the villagers understood.
They began to share glances with each other curiously, not knowing how to speak.
"We do not know who you are or where you come from, but we do ask that you leave with politeness and respect." One of the villagers said as they stepped forward.
The strangers looked at each other curiously, not understanding what the locals said.
A few of the travelers began to whisper to themselves, even if the words that were audible were unknown to the villagers.
The travelers all turned to face the villagers, suddenly pulling out long blades of iron perfectly curved and straightened.
The villagers were frozen, not knowing what the men were holding.
One of the men stepped forward, suddenly driving the blade into a random villagers stomach.
An older man, a leader to the people.
The blade pierced through his torso, coated in blood as all of the villagers gasped.
They turned away, all of them running away while screaming and shouting.
The other travelers chased after the local people.
Alexo's face dropped and he took off sprinting towards the danger, his muscular body leaving a crater with every step.
He jumped onto the dock, going high into the air and landing with so much force all of the wood cracked and warped like a wave.
The few remaining travels looked confused and terrified when Alexo grabbed one by their neck, lifting them up and slamming them down through the dock. The wood shattered and his body went straight down, splashing into the ocean.
Another ran towards him with his sword raised. Alexo grabbed them by their waist and threw them over his body, enough force to make them front flip over and over again before splashing into the water back first.
Two more ran at the same time, but Alexo punched out with both hands at the same time, hitting both men in the chest and causing them to fly backwards on either side of the final soldier who still stood over the older man. The soldiers slid across the wood when the final soldier pointed his sword at Alexo.
He spoke an unknown language, but after a few seconds it suddenly began to translate for Alexo.
"...But I will kill you where you stand." The man said.
Alexo looked confused, but couldn't respond before the man charged forward.
He stabbed his blade, which stabbed into Alexo's stomach but didn't penetrate all the way through.
Alexo looked down confused when the man pulled the blade out with a manic laugh.
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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.
