Kings of a Purple Sea

Part 7

Had to split this ch into two parts bc it got too long - the second pt will be the next ch and it is completely written so hopefully editing goes by quickly and it will be out soon

We edited the ch before this so it reads a little bit better if you want to reread, and more editing will come to this ch in the future

Also note that this is fake mythology - we cherry picked stuff from greek mythology to fit our needs but this mythology is only for this story

Anyway, thanks for reading, and enjoy Calypso's story pt 1!!!!

*NOTE THAT CONSENT IS IMPLIED FOR THE NEXT FEW CH'S*

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Of course.

Was there any other place to start?

Derek nodded his head, agreeing to keep quiet. Stiles approved of the decision.

And then the charmer began his story, his history, and their future.

"There are many different versions of Calypso's story. Her reach is widespread, and many cultures have their unique myths about her. What you need to know is that those stories are fake.

"Some have kernels of truth weaved in, but none know the full story. The truth is protected by the threat of death, and if people knew it's full extent it would destroy reality as we know it. It's only because she's approved of you that I'm telling the truth, and if you breach that trust I'll be forced to kill you. Do you understand?"

Derek's skin felt too tight to keep him all inside. The full moon had already passed for the month, but it felt like his wolf was eager to break free. It felt like a noose was coming to wrap around his neck - he didn't want the responsibility that came with a secret like this.

How did Stiles come to know this? What of Stiles's crew?

Had Talia known it?

Derek was having a hard time wrapping his head around the fact that the presence he felt since entering the island was a goddess. He didn't think he totally believed it, but he couldn't deny how tangible her aura was. With his mother's voice in his head, and Stiles's body in front of him - he was swept along in their gospel anyway.

For now Derek had Calypso's trust, but what would happen if she rescinded that invitation?

Derek imagined the warm water around him growing hot to a boil, never touching Stiles. He imagined Stiles's slimy smile as he towered over Derek's blistering body.

As long as he never lost Stiles's attention it would be okay.

He blamed the thoughts on the influence of the goddess, and knew it was a lie.

There were so many questions, and annoyance flared at his inability to ask them. Nonetheless, he kept quiet as he nodded his understanding.

Again, Stiles seemed pleased by this.

"Good.

"Then let me take you back thousands of years ago, when the gods roamed the planet freely in physical form. They were worshiped and revered, and that recognition kept them powerful for a long time. Even when their worshippers began to diminish, the imprint of that belief was strong enough to keep the gods powerful for eons. Human belief is one of the most reliant life sources - but I digress. It was a time when gods roamed the lands, ruled it, and were the most powerful creatures on earth."

Within Derek's eyes-mind a painted image of a robust, plentiful land with wild cherry trees and a sea breeze erupted into clarity. He didn't know if it was his own imagination, or a memory that was not his own. Either way, the image was so vivid he couldn't help but linger in it despite its peculiar nature.