Ancient Greek Mythology

The night was frigid, and with each breath the brisk scent of winter's kiss fell upon my lips, and with each of her cold, cursing, kisses, came the distant taste of mint. The grasses sparkling in the full moon’s light stretched far into the horizon with short, dark, and wide Juniper trees which sparsely dotted the landscape. The stars shone in the sky painting the sky with vivid blues and purples that colored the rocks and frosted grasses below. This was Ekhaia, this was home, and in Zïam, a small, but advanced town of Ekhaia, my friend, Thistle, lie dying in my bed. Ever since Thistle was an infant, he would randomly break out in horrid night sweats along with fevers and tremors as strong as a volcano’s eruption. The elders of Zïam always

It spoke of how the gods lived among the clouds in the mountains once known as the Rockies millions of years ago by the previous race, who evolved to become people like me. These “Rockies” were distant from my home, but in the bright morning light distant mounds of purple were visible. It was told in the tale that all the gods lived there together. These gods, along with others, all lived together in these great mountains, but they all lived under one ruler, Arames. Arames was the one who watched over all the gods and people. He could change the fate of the entire sphere that supported our lives with the flick of his finger, but he chose to not, for Golera, the wisest of the wise, advised him on the ways of the world. Golera traveled great distances across the world to listen and watch the people, for he found the human descendents very

“Save a mere human? Ha, preposterous!” the creature calling himself Arames exclaimed. “You all believe in a fantastical religion where we are your gods! You humans sold yourselves to us long ago, and you dare request my help to save one of you insects! Don’t make me laugh.” “It’s fake? All of it?” I asked unsheathing my blade behind my back. This thing had controlled the lives of millions and taken their lives for generations, and for what? “Ha, yes. My species is a race from outer space that was much superior to yours, but after all this place has amazing resources. Your friend is not worth my time, he was always a weak slave.” I became consumed by rage and lashed out towards this immoral beast, who pulled out a gun of unrecognizable technology and shot at me. I found myself on the rocks with the absence of an arm and blood slowly pouring from my shoulder. Screaming in both agony and rage I found myself reaching for another unrecognizable weapon, but in mistake shot it up at the sky. Almost immediately the bright light hit an invisible surface, that soon began to bubble with explosions. Flaming pieces of metal rained from the sky. Arames’ face twisted in utter rage as he vowed under his breath to murder my entire race. In our distractions Golera had slipped behind him and stabbed him with my knife. Surprise and pain flickered over his face as his nearly transparent