Divinity

New Beginnings

 Our story begins in Athens during the time of Early Greece, it's early in the morning on the day that falls under a full moon. In a large courtyard of the home of the Agne family, a small boy plays in the grass doing as children do, his mother stands small ways away from him leaning against a large marble pillar that connects to the curved ceiling of the hallway like structure that wraps around the courtyard in a square-like formation. The roof, covered in a deep entrancing blue made of thousands of small rocks placed randomly. A man comes forth from the entrance of the home into the courtyard and places his arm around the woman giving her a warm embrace.

"Good morning, hows our little warrior doing" the man chuckles softly as he watches his son acting like he is a gladiator picking up a stick and swinging it around like a sword, the stick which is a bit heavy for the boy causes him to get pulled with it as he swings.

"He's practising, I think he really wants to follow in his brother's path, but I still think he should be like the Athenian he was born to be" her voice is elegant, and soft like the dew on a rose's petals.

"Darling he should do as he wants, if he truly wants to be a warrior let him be, I trust that no matter his choice he will bring us honour." Their son struggles as he lifts it up giving it a small wind up and lets loose, as he swings he loses his footing and goes flying across the courtyard landing on his face. His father lets out a hearty laugh and walks out into the courtyard, pulling up his tunic as he helps his son up and while simultaneously grabbing the stick from the ground.

"F-Father I was only-"

"Shh, my child I understand, but listen" His father bends down to his son's level as places the fake sword in his son's hands and stands behind him, analyzing his movements."I want you to try again, but this time I want you to keep your ground, stand strong and full of pride like a lion and then let loose with all of your might like its fierce roar."

His son takes a deep breath and focuses, everything melts away from him as he readjusts his legs, placing them shoulder-width apart. He forms the stance of a warrior about to enter battle, getting low and preparing to put it all into his swing. Then, like the roar of a waterfall, he lets out a bloody yell and swings the fake blade as hard as he can. But alas the blade is again too heavy and he gets quickly pulled with it, he gets sent across the courtyard once more. Hist father lets out another hearty chuckle before coming to check if his son is okay.

"I think that is enough training son, I think it's time we head off to the court, I heard that they are going to be doing something special. It may even involve you know who." And just like that, the family made their way from their home to the large cylindrical building set at the far edge of a cliff, overlooking the beautiful sea. His parents Mara and Sylian were both court members, of which the court rules all of Athens. This court was put in place to guard Athens and most of Greece at the time. As the family approached the many large marble pillars that supported the glazing gold dome of the building, they were immediately greeted. They took their places at the back of the curved seating area that rose up every step you took towards the back of it. Young Derelotus roamed around the back looking out and over the large open sea that glistened in the bright light of the day. He let out a long sigh and pulled up the arm or his tunic, looking back down the slanted seats and then back out onto the sea.

He wrapped his arm tightly around one of the far back marble pillars and leaned forward peering over the edge down at the waves crashing against the large rocks that dotted the base of the steep cliff. He leaned back, the council meetings were usually boring, long talks about how the economy of Athens was escalating and how the farms to the east weren't providing them with enough food. But along the crashes of the waves that filled the room, there seemed to be a voice. Of course, there were people speaking in the council house but yet this one was different, louder than the rest but yet only Derelotus could hear it. It was powerful, like the voice of a god yet it was also elegant and soft like the cool springs of Athens.