"Now all the gods were divided through strife; for at that very time Zeus, who thunders on high was meditating marvelous deeds, even to mingle storm and tempest over the boundless earth, and already he was hastening to make an utter end of the race of mortal men, declaring that he would destroy the lives of the demi-gods, that the children of the gods should not mate with wretched mortals, seeing their fate with their own eyes; but that the blessed gods henceforth even as aforetime should have their living and their habitations apart from men. But on those who were born of immortals and of mankind verily, Zeus laid toil and sorrow upon sorrow."
An old gentleman was sitting at a table. He was sketching into a stone tablet, creating a story to share with his people.
"Hesiod!" A loud voice boomed.
He jumped out of his seat, looking around in fear for a few seconds.
His home shook from the thunderous speech that made him duck under his table.
After a few seconds, he opened his eyes to see multiple pairs of feet standing in front of him.
He slowly moved his head out from under the table, looking up to see Michael, Raphael, Alexo, and Glaphyra.
Hesiod quickly lit up, jumping to his feet and smiling. He took Michael's hands in his own, shaking them very quickly. He then ran to Raphael, the two having a very strong and tight hug.
"I can not believe that you have returned! I have many ideas for a story that I must share with you." Hesiod said, running to grab his tablet.
"There is no need Hesiod. I simply require you to do a favor for me." Michael said.
Hesiod turned, staring at Michael and nearly dropping to his knees.
"I will do anything for you, Lord Zeus. I shall do whatever it is you request of me." Hesiod clasped his hands and bent forward, praying towards the God directly in front of him.
Michael sighed, shaking his head.
"I do not need you to pray to me. I am here for your knowledge." Michael said.
Hesiod lifted his head with a look of confusion.
"My...my knowledge? It was a gift, from you Lord Zeus. I used the eternal knowledge that you gave me in order to record your history. In order to tell the history of our world and people as it occurred." Hesiod said.
Alexo crossed his arms.
"You were given eternal knowledge?" Alexo asked.
Hesiod turned and nodded.
It was only then that Alexo could see eyes that struggled to see. Pale and faded, like his mind was visibly weakened and nearly completely destroyed by the knowledge filling his mortal brain.
"You have been cursed and burdened." Alexo said.
"He has not been burdened or cursed. He prayed for this and we gave it to him so that history may be made complete and accurate. Preventing any alterations to be made in the future." Michael replied.
"Yes! Yes! I have all of your knowledge that you have given me!" Hesiod shouted and ran around, grabbing from piles and piles of stone tablets that were completely covered in writing that must've taken years of non stop work.
"Hesiod, these are most wonderful." Raphael said as he was the one who received the tablets and read over them quickly.
"I...I have the knowledge to thank for making these." Hesiod said.
YOU ARE READING
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.