"Who am I" is what I've said to myself over and over for the past seventeen years....Theres just something missing that I can't put my finger on. I was born in Athens,Greece and I've been living here my whole life. Me and my Mother live in a house overlooking the Aegean Sea, just me and my mother that is......my father past away when I was a young boy.
He was a noble fisherman respected by everyone in the city. But one day, A horrible storm formed when he was out at sea with his crew, "Zeus and Poseidon clash like all brothers do" is what my mother used to tell me...All my life I've wondered if everything I've been told is truthful and is that how my father really died. After all, my fathers crew were scattered across the beach as the tide brought them back in...except my fathers. I remember I used to be so hopeful that he'd return without a scratch and be ok...but my mother kept telling me "The Sea has taken him to a better place to sit amongst the gods" His name was Heron, I looked for days,weeks...almost a year...just to even find a body
I was named Theseus which is unlike any name I've heard of before in Athens or even Greece. But my father insisted that name was meant for me. Sometimes I still dream about him...The storm,The lightning,The raging sea...just everything. Just like it's calling to me
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An Oceans Calling
FantasyA 17 year old who has lived all his life without knowing who he is and what kind of power he possesses.
