myths

CHAPTER 2 {Nikolas)

The sword clattered to the ground and so did my opponent. I hated killing men for sport but it gave me a thrill. It was the only thing that filled the empty hole in my heart that was left by a woman many years ago. The thrill only lasted for a little bit though, then the depression would settle in. Countless lives had been lost because of me. On the outside I was a feared gladiator, while inside the only thing I truly felt was love and hate and loss. I was born the son of Apollo, and lived my life with the powers of a god, but without immortality. I was thrown off Mount Olympus when Zeus found out who I was, and I lived my life known as Nik, The Reject God. I heard the whispers when I passed people in the streets. They spoke of my melodious voice which made all women fall in love with me. Ever since the only woman I had ever loved had died in battle, I shut out my family and my friends and ran away to Athens where I have spent the past 5 years avenging her by slowly killing Athenians one by one. I swore to myself I would never love again. And I kept that promise for many years until the night of my 25th birthday.