Albert Demas and the Conflict of Olympus is a fantasy novel that blends ancient myth, history, and magical realism. It follows Albert, a warrior-turned-immortal who has lived through centuries of conflict and loss. As he confronts his true origins a...
Centuries passed, the days blurring into each other until time itself became meaningless to Demas. The world changed around him, civilizations rose and fell, and yet he remained—trapped in the endless void of his grief. He roamed the realms of existence, his soul weighed down by the relentless burden of his immortality. Each day, he was haunted by visions of Semiramis—her smile, her laughter, the way her eyes had once brightened his world. But those memories began to slip, fraying at the edges, distorted by the slow creep of madness.
He returned often to the tomb beneath the earth, where her sarcophagus lay undisturbed. It gleamed in the pale light, a monument to their love and his sorrow. He would sit beside it for hours, his heart a heavy, silent weight in his chest, longing for the peace that had been denied to him. His hands would trace the carvings, his mind lost in the past, in the life they had shared.
Every night, as the stars flickered above, Demas would speak to her. His voice, though cracked and weary, filled the tomb with the stories of their life together, their dreams, the moments that had defined their love. "I will never forget you, Semiramis," he would whisper, though each night, he felt those memories slipping further from his grasp, like sand through his fingers. "But I wish for release... I wish I could join you."
But time marched on, uncaring of his agony. The centuries piled upon one another, indifferent to the grief that consumed him, to the madness that twisted his mind. As the world continued without him, Demas faded into legend—a figure bound by sorrow, cursed to wander, eternally tethered to a love that time had not erased, but had rendered a ghostly echo of what it once was.
Beneath the earth, in the quiet stillness of her tomb, Semiramis rested, undisturbed by the world above. She lay untouched by time, a memory preserved in the darkness, a queen among legends. And though the world moved on, Demas remained a guardian of her memory, bound to the whisper of her name.
He knew, as long as he lived, that she would never be forgotten. But the memory of her, like everything else, would continue to slip from his grasp, leaving him to wander, lost in time, in love, and in the madness of eternity.
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Scene 1: The Awakening at the Grave
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