Lo! Behold ! his print... A monument on this dirt road. By the ending Arc, the end in exile of a hero; this mark by king Peleus! By his limbs, made while to death they rode. With Jason and Hercules he stood in prime, With Ares at the grip and tip of his sword... He walked to Thetis, his great love.
In exile, the nights were scant without specters. They wore faces and noises know to he. As his feet walked, he thought of the day... The day he went wandering at night, a night he was still king. When he went wandering in pale moon by the sea. The first time his eyes met she. Like a comet, she was pale. Her hair, it's golden tail. She was either a dream, Or a goddess deemed for hail.
She had escaped from him, Peleus, In paralyzing moment's midst, and swam away as a fish. After she swam into the sea's black, and few moments since passed, a void was made and pained with lack.
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Years hence, she was caught in a snare. A hug from the back. Startled, she became a plethora of beasts. A lion, a pined rodent, a swarm or bees... At last she realized, just as the man held on through pain, for her protection he would endure the same. So, allowed her to be in love and be loved by Peleus...
And that King and goddess, They had a son: Achilles. ***
