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Alkinoos tries to be Littlefinger.
Hermes gives Apollo some really bad news. Chloris has a very bad day.
Percy's first day at camp.
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In the sun-drenched halls of Knossos, Alkinoos, son of Athena, mingled with the old Cretan nobility. His lineage was a tapestry woven with threads of divinity and mortal blood. Alkinoos, brother to the famed inventor Daedalus and uncle to the ill-fated Icarus, moved gracefully through the crowd, his silver eyes catching glimpses of whispered secrets and hidden alliances.
One evening, as the wine flowed freely and the torches flickered, Alkinoos found himself in conversation with an elderly landowning nobleman named Eurytion. The old man's gnarled hands traced patterns on his chiton as he spoke, revealing tales of a bygone era—the remnants of the old regime that clung stubbornly to their memories.
"Daedalus," Eurytion spat the name like a curse, "that wretched inventor! His sails have brought ruin upon Crete. We were once isolated, our island kingdom untouched by the mainland and distant realms. But now, thanks to him, we are connected—bound by threads of wind and sea. Knossos, Holy Knossos is overrun by foreigners that know nothing of our ways! Of our ancient history!"
Alkinoos leaned in, intrigued. "Connected? Surely that is a boon. Trade, knowledge, adventure—all flow through these newfound channels."
Eurytion's eyes narrowed.
"Boon or bane, it matters not. The old ways crumble. Daedalus's sails have shattered our isolation. We are no longer masters of our own fate."
Alkinoos chuckled.
"You underestimate my brother's genius. According to Athenian records, Daedalus completed the initial sail design when he was but twelve years old. He had tinkered with rudimentary sails before, fashioning them for himself. But it was the first sailboat—the one he guided around Attica under the watchful gaze of King Aegeus—that cemented his reputation."
Eurytion's brow furrowed.
"Genius, you say? Perhaps he is more than mortal. Is Daedalus just a demigod? Could Hephaestus be his true father? That Athenian king Erichthonius was son to both Athena and Hephaestus."
Alkinoos hesitated. He had told Eurytion the truth—the secrets merely whispered in the sacred groves of Athena. Daedalus was not merely a product of Hephaestus's bloodline. He was a brainchild of the goddess herself, Athena's gift to mortals with worthy minds. But such knowledge was perilous beyond the divine and part-divine circles. Eurytion had some suspicions to begin with, all Alkinoos had to do was confirm them. The elderly nobleman had no love for demigods, but Alkinoos and his siblings possessed not powers, just their minds. Eurytion was convinced that unlike other demigods, begat in normal ways Alkinoos and Daedalus did not draw in monsters.
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Feel the Burning Light by Dewy_Pink_Morning_Roses52
FanfictionWhen Hyacinthus died, Apollo grieved the loss of the love of his life. He asked Hades to return his love to him but was denied. Less than a century after the disc struck, Hyacinthus of Sparta was reborn as Icarus of Crete. Once more, he loved and wa...
