To explain these next parts I must tell you of things of old, wars, games and tricks. Always think of them as what they are and I hope that one day they will make sense to you.
One night, it was the night before a battle and my brothers where doing battle simulations. “Good night, brothers, wake me in the morning when Apollo rides the sky.” Hours later I was awoken by the sounds of a thousand screams, my brothers way for waking me. I turned on my side to see the night still black and, enraged, walked to my brothers. “I said morning! This is night, Apollo has not risen and Nyx is still dwelling. How is this morn?” my brothers laughed, “What’s wrong, annoyed cause your not as talented as we are this early?” As Phobos spoke Demios crept towards me, using darkness as his cover, and tried to over power me. Within two moves I had him on the floor and Phobos in a chokehold, I hissed to him “Next time you awake me before I ask, you both will not breathe another breath.” As I walked back to my room I called “Do not wake me until battle.” I heard Fear mumble to Terror “Do you think she does that to show off or reflex?” as I fell asleep.
I was later awoken by the sounds of music. “Apollo!” I gasped, as I guessed my uncle was seated in a patch of sunlight playing his lyre. One of my favourite stories as a child was the story of Hermes first day of life, Hermes stole Apollo’s sacred cattle, and he was very smart about it he made the cows walk backwards so they wouldn’t be lead to him. Apollo then accused the baby of the theft but Hermes played the lyre, an invention of his, and The Sun God was entranced by the music and forgot about punishing him. He was one of my favourite uncles because when ever Hermes and I played a trick on me he’d not care and just give me a lesson in any musical instrument I wanted.
“Hey, Music Baby, how is my niece?” he asked as he ruffled my hair, my uncles had a thing for that, “She’s, ready for battle, she thinks. And Music Baby? Really?” Apollo just nodded in response, he had set himself a challenge to give me a new nickname every time he saw me. There’s been Axie, X-ish, A chord, Sunny one, Music mistress and Loving fighter most of the time they confused me but I was most definitely used to it. His sister on the other hand only called me Ayx or my full name, especially when we were hunting.
*For the fun of it- A Flashback inside a Flashback*
“Ayx, come on, you must feel the hunt, you must embrace it before you may act.” I turned to her annoyed, “But I am!” “Axelia, you are the daughter of war and love, you name sake is the protector of mankind. You can fight which means you can hunt, now close your eyes, feel the forest and strike when it tells you to.”
*End Flashback in Flashback*
I’m still a kid even though I’m colder. Even though Apollo always treated me like a child, Artemis didn’t in her opinion I’m a girl and I have proven myself better than men so I’m ok.
Even then my days were spent reading, my favourite subject was always mythology, it’s why I know so much. Apollo says I’m like him in some ways, when I read or hear a story I have dreams of the events, sometimes before I even know the story. Being the God of Oracles he knows a little something about prophecies and that’s what he always claimed they were. So all else that I did was hunt with Atermis, play tricks with Hermes or learn a new music instrument with Apollo.
After Apollo left it was time for the battle, I’m not sure who we were fighting they kind of meld together after awhile. I don’t know much about my wars after the first, I’ve learnt that if you pay little attention it doesn’t get to you as much. The one thing I can remember is my brothers fighting to kill people; I always thought it was a little entertaining so I tried hard to think of my brothers like that always.
I think that’s why this is important; because I have ways I always try to remember people as. With my brothers it was that image before battle, Hermes when he’s made the perfect prank, Athena after she has learnt the perfect piece of wisdom, Atermis when she killed something impressive, Apollo and how proud he looks when I master a new instrument, Aphrodite when she finds that perfect dress, Ares when the war is to gruesome to resist. My many uncles when I have done something wrong and they look so happy about it; Hera when she hears about some perfect romance then comes down and personally blesses their wedding and Zeus in the middle of a lightning storm.
Yet as perfect as those moments all are I still cannot forget them at their worst. Those images haunt me, my nightmares constantly contain them and I fear that one day that could get them killed.
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