Eldest of the Gods
Modern age hunter
|GOD||Apollo (adopted by Artemis)|
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Alexandros, Ros to his friends, had an idyllic childhood. When he was very young his mother passed away. This tragedy woul have destroyed a lesser man but Ros’s father, Allan took strength in his son and his responsibility to him. Allan worked long hours as an pediatric surgeon and so was forced to seek help raising Ros. Allan hired a young woman named Victoria who watched Ros while his father worked. Whenever Allan could get away from work he would spend his time with Ros, taking joy from everything the toddler did. Since Ros was a handful, even at a young age, Victoria often accompanied the two men when they went on outings, whether it was a day at the beach, or a trip to the zoo the beautiful young woman was with them. Before too long something more than friendship began to bloom between the two adults, and young Ros couldn’t have been happier. As far as he could remember Victoria was the only mother he had ever had.
The two were married not long after Ros’s fifth birthday and soon Victoria was growing with a child of her own. Despite carrying another child Victoria continued to dote on Ros, loving him as much as if he was her flesh and blood son. Ros was just about to turn six when he became a big brother. Victoria gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, neither of whom resembled Ros, who favoured his late mother, but both beautiful. Ros decided, with the solemnity of all youth, that he would always protect these two tiny people. When, at dinner that night, Ros shared his vow with his parents a strange weight settled on the young boys shoulders and the sudden baying of hounds broke through the suburban night.
Alexandros was true to his vow growing up, he was always looking out for his little brother and sister, protecting them when they couldn’t save themselves, making it clear that any bullies who went after them would be forced to deal with him. The twins grew up always knowing that their big brother had their backs, and utterly convinced that there wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
Years later, when Ros was seventeen the whole family went on a camping trip, well away from the bustle of the city, comfortably removed from all signs of civilization. Ros had never seen his dad this excited. The man practically glowed, perhaps excited that his retirement had just gone through. Allan had decided that he had spent enough of this lifetime in work, made enough money, now it was time to take his family on a year long world tour before Alexandros left for college.
After a hearty dinner of fresh caught fish and instant potatoes Ros, sesnitive to his parent’s need for privacy decided to lead his younger siblings on a night time hike.
“You kids be careful out there,” Their father said, flashing his eldest son a thankful smile.
“Come on dad, I’m always careful,” Ros replied casually, “Let’s go Squirts, you got your flashlights?”
The twins, now twelve, each held up a large, heavy flashlight and fell in behind Ros. With a chuckle Ros began to lead the children away from the families camp.
No light save that they carried pierced the woods, the shadows of the trees and strange wilderness sounds coming to the childrens ears and causing them to start each time a bird called or a twig snapped. The children huddled close to their older brother, drawing strength from his comfort in the woods. Ros, while hiding it well, had a strange feeling. He’d been camping before, with friends and even with his family but this time felt different. The woods around him seemed more alive, the moonlight shadows seeming to glow bright as day, their silvery light filling his vision and making the woods as bright as day.
After hiking for a good half an hour the three children came upon a clearing, the bright moonlight shining down on a family of deer standing perfectly at ease. A large stag standing guard over a doe and a small fawn, it’s knobby legs shaking as if it couldn’t quite find it’s balance.
A gentle breeze played against Alexandros’ face, bringing the light scent of the deer to his nose and suddenly he was struck that this was a test. While his siblings looked on he stepped away from the bushes where they were hiding, his steps almost preternaturally silent in the soft grass. Circling slowly behind the family he crouched low and skuled towards the stag his hand outstretched. As Alexandros got within just a few inches of the stag, his hand nearly brushing the animal’s soft fur the stag’s head suddenly shot up, ears alert and nose twitching.
Acting almost on instinct Alexandros began to whisper soothing sounds, he could almost feel the calmness radiating out from his hand and infusing the stag, whose head lowered again it’s eyelids seeming to grow heavy. With a final step Alexandros laid his hand gently of the stag’s flank, feeling the tightly coiled muscles twitching beneath the thin layer of skin and fur.
“Yipyipyip,” the sound of a woman’s voice broke through the night, startling the dear into flight a shattering the perfect moment of stillness. Dropping down out the trees into the clearing was a fantastically beautiful woman, her long dark hair framing lightly olive skin that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight.
“Well done nephew,” the woman said, lifting Alexandros out of his crouch. “I was impressed, clearly you’re coming into some talent.”
Alexandros continued to look at the woman, awestruck and dumbstuck all at once while she went on to explain that she was actually Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt and how he somehow had the potential to become a god himself, and she would guide him if he wanted. Now Alexandros loved his family, and he enjoyed his life but he could almost see stretching before him four years worth of undergrad while he figured out what to do with his life, then either postgrad work or a job in the real world. On the other hand, to be a god, to have powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal men. It wasn’t a hard choice.
“Teach me then Artemis,” Alexandros said, dropping to a knee before the goddess.
“Excellent well nephew, no, son,” Artemis said, laying a hand on Alexandros’ head in bnediction, her silvery glow growing, pulsing, surging before spreading over the kneeling young man, awakening something long hidden inside.
Suddenly a golden glow bathed the entire clearing and rocketing down from the sky came Allan. Slamming into the ground next to Artemis, his face locked in a mask of rage.
“What do you think you are doing Artemis? That is my son.”
“Foolish Apollo, always a day late. He’s my scion now, he’ll learn the night’s embrace and become a great hunter. Why you didn’t awaken his birthright yourself I don’t understand the boy clearly has potential.”
“Dammit Artemis, I had hoped to spare him from what comes. I’ve seen the future, and it is bathed in blood.”
“Always blinded by your gift of prophecy brother. If war is coming then we need all the soldiers we can find. We can’t afford to leave one on the sidelines just because you’ve become attached.”
“Yes Artemis, we can. He is my son and I will not let you take him,” as Alexandros’ father spoke the golden glow began to take on a harsher light, soon washing the moonlight out of the clearing, except for a small puddle the stretched beneath Artemis and Alexadros’ feet.
“Yes Apollo, you will. He has chosen his place, he has chosen to embrace who he is, even if you continue to hide. Now let us go, and look to the rest of your brood.”
His eyes following the abrupt thrust of her chin Allan, Apollo saw his younger children, the twins huddled together in the bushes their eyes wide with fright. As if someone had switched off a light the golden glow vanished, plunging the forest clearing into absolute darkness. As Alexandros’ eyes began to adjust to the abrupt change he saw his father kneeling in the dirt, his arms wrapped around the twins, tears standing out in all six eyes as they looked at Alexandros, still kneeling in front of his aunt.
“Don’t go son, please we need you here. The twins need you, your mother and I love you. Please.”
Standing and brushing the dirt off of his knee Alexandros looked at his family and finally understood.
“I have to dad, not because I don’t love you, and mom, and the twins. But because I do. If it’s true what you saw, that war is coming, then how can I stand by and let it happen. If I learn, if I get strong enough, then I can protect them, protect you. But I promise dad, I’ll still always be your son.”
Alexandros turned to face his aunt, unshed tears stinging his eyes and with a nod he followed her into the woods taking the gleam of moonlight with them.