Erik Fantasia
June 23rd, 2014, 10:08 PM
Fantasy World
By: Erik Fantasia Baker
Prologue
Two immortals were unseen in the hospital room as a new mother and her child slept peacefully through the night. The two immortals peered at the baby. The brown haired, grey eyed goddess Athena felt a curious sensation as she watched the youngling sleep.
“I’m in love with him,” said the goddess, shock coloring her voice.
“Yes but this is dangerous. You cannot reveal your love to him before he finishes his quest. He has a dangerous path ahead of him. Remember, he is destined to end the Second Immortal Wars, Then, Achilles will become the patron god of this realm, Camelot; Peace.” The speaker was male, Destiny was his name.
Moonlight shone through the window and fell on the young boy, shrouding him in a silver blanket.
“Artemis tells us he is the Silver Swordsman.”
“Makes sense,” replied Athena. The Silver Swordsman was fated to be one of the greatest and most skilled warriors that would ever exist.
“It will begin when he matures of twenty-one,” stated Destiny. “He will be ready then.”
Athena looked at the newborn with compassionate eyes. She wasn’t sure how she knew but this youngling was her true love. It made no sense, she knew, but she was goddess of wisdom and thus realized that love was irrational. Or perhaps it was just powerful enough to begin before it should.
A soft wind spoke outside, giving the moment a magical atmosphere. In the distance a wolf howled, adding to the feeling. The gazes of the two immortals lingered on the slow breathing baby, and then they disappeared.
By: Erik Fantasia Baker
Prologue
Two immortals were unseen in the hospital room as a new mother and her child slept peacefully through the night. The two immortals peered at the baby. The brown haired, grey eyed goddess Athena felt a curious sensation as she watched the youngling sleep.
“I’m in love with him,” said the goddess, shock coloring her voice.
“Yes but this is dangerous. You cannot reveal your love to him before he finishes his quest. He has a dangerous path ahead of him. Remember, he is destined to end the Second Immortal Wars, Then, Achilles will become the patron god of this realm, Camelot; Peace.” The speaker was male, Destiny was his name.
Moonlight shone through the window and fell on the young boy, shrouding him in a silver blanket.
“Artemis tells us he is the Silver Swordsman.”
“Makes sense,” replied Athena. The Silver Swordsman was fated to be one of the greatest and most skilled warriors that would ever exist.
“It will begin when he matures of twenty-one,” stated Destiny. “He will be ready then.”
Athena looked at the newborn with compassionate eyes. She wasn’t sure how she knew but this youngling was her true love. It made no sense, she knew, but she was goddess of wisdom and thus realized that love was irrational. Or perhaps it was just powerful enough to begin before it should.
A soft wind spoke outside, giving the moment a magical atmosphere. In the distance a wolf howled, adding to the feeling. The gazes of the two immortals lingered on the slow breathing baby, and then they disappeared.