01. Rewinding Memories

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Give me more tragedy,

more harmony and fantasy, my dear

Set it alight, we're head over heels in love

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In the darkest hour of Greece's history, when the rotten torture-from Pandora's Box-of sickness, death, despair and destruction rolled through the lands-which mankind wouldn't be able to remember at all, although the evidence being buried deep for the decades of the future-and where doom had being sealed the fates of humanity-there was a minimal ray of sunshine, peeking through the gloomy skies above.

Apollo had been forbidden by Lord Zeus, his own father, to descend down onto earth and giving his help and blessing to the humans-which looked so pitifully and utterly gracelessly, that there certainly was a truth about their bound destiny of doom.

Even so, Apollo did his best to abide by Zeus rules-or at least tried to-but something, someone, seemed to call out to him-a pull of lulling towards the below down of Greece and Apollo just got a little bit too curious.

When Apollo got down from Mount Olympus, in a moment where Zeus-like a scold little boy or more like, fearful husband-tried to appease Hera-after she found out that her dear Husband cheated again-and being unobservant towards his duty of watching over the other gods and goddesses-Apollo looked, in the eyes of humans, like a literal ray of Sunshine touching-like a kiss-the very ground of earth.

Apollo didn't need to roam around and through the lands of Greece too long-ignoring the longing and pleading eyes, infected with pain and suffering despair of tormenting sadness, from pitiful humans-finding the source of such tingly nerve pulling rather quickly.

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There you lay-it's you, Demosonos and Son of Nxy, you're the source of it. Apollo hesitated, aware of what you're capable of-knowing from first hand experience, more like watching from afar, how monstrous strong and dangerous you were-in his steps, bow slowly drawn and ready to shoot an arrow through your skull. He didn't though.

Slowly Apollo comes near to you, observant wary as he's a warrior and son of Zeus after all. Though he soon came to realise, that you-besides of who you are or once supposed to be as Zeus's marks of banning, were clear like the stars in the night sky, scarring your skin-weren't a fearsome threat after all. Not anymore at least.

How you laid there, barely-nonexistent-conscious, spasming and withering in pain and gasping for breath, whimpering in between and newborn like cries escaping your blood smeared lips-you're even more pitiful to watch than the humans.

The young god-definitely a child of Zeus, that glint of superiority in his eyes was a trademark all of Zeus children had-looks down on you, with his ocean blue eyes and for moment within your misery of pain, you're lost in his beauty of sun kissed skin and golden locks of hair-but then, with his soft lips-so kissable-he calls you, simply and blunt, pitiful.

You scrunched up your face the best you could, wanting to show this arrogant god just how angry and strong you are. You couldn't, haven't the strength anymore left in you and all you wanted to do was sleep.

Maybe he was right and you're truly are pitiful, worthless even. You're Demosonos-son of Nxy-and couldn't even beat Zeus like Mother, she had such high hopes of exceptions, had asked you to do. Disappointment.

You're Demosonos-son of Nxy-and........who are you again? What's your name? Do you even have one?

Apollo wasn't sure why-or maybe he does know, because when it comes to fates and upon destiny, the inner core of the person always knows-he picked you up and brought you to his own realm of clouds, but he did-fully aware of the upcoming thundering rumbling.

Till the day of trial would come-and it does come as Zeus wouldn't let such disobedience pass so easily-Apollo took care of you-treating your wounds, feeding you ambrosia till you couldn't stomach it anymore and overall letting you heal and recover.

Through that time and process of healing, Apollo got to know you more and the pull of fate and tightened more around his heart.

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»How dare you to not only disobey me, but to also grant that shameful excuse of vile monstrosity your protection?!« Zeus voice hollered through the Olympian Senate-voice rich with brewing crackling thundering anger.

Apollo didn't flinched this time, when his father had raised his voice and directed his anger at him. This time Apollo stood his ground, tall and confidently.

»Don't you dare to speak ill of [Name] as if he's nothing but a creature! Not only did I grant him protection but I also vowed it to him as [Name] is my destined partner, the mighty stars themselves said so, for eternity!« Apollo too, could raise his voice in anger just like his father

»Mighty Lord and Father of the Olymp, if I may speak as I have perhaps a-« you begun, but Zeus cut you off with his own voice.

»You vile creature dare to speak in the grace of mine?! I will-«

»Father! Let him speak or I will make it happen that the nights are endless!«

A chaos of voices and discussions broke out. In the end they all do came to an agreement.

Zeus, pleased with the idea-still disgruntled about it, that even though he would rather kill or bann you into something akin to death, but couldn't as it is prophetic fate from the stars of stars themselves and that means, Zeus couldn't do anything about it-that he has you now in his control, had given his blessing to his son.

The agreement was; you pledging endless-for eternity and beyond-loyalty to Zeus and in times of war you're the guard dog-personal demon per se-of the Olymp.

To fully archive this, there had been not only a binding wedding ceremony-to Apollo of course and a pledge of blood vow to Ares, because if you went out of control or go against Zeus, it would be Ares himself who has to kill you-but you were also gifted a new name and personality-[Name], minor god of Tranquility and slumber.

Your old powers are still inside you and could only be released with Zeus permission or in a moment of desperat need-immediately danger for example.

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Give me more tragedy,

more harmony and fantasy, my dear

The ringing of your laughter, it sounds like a melody

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