Throughout the day Argus worked and trained with the Kraken soldiers. They were known for their brutality with swords. The way they whirled and twirled the piece of the blade was enthralling to watch. They were lethal with flexible bodies and indomitable spirits. Clytus had sent messages all around the kingdom, to all the tribes who honored Karmen to join for the common cause. Many of them arrived with their phalanx and regiments. Argus was revered by all. His capacity and aura initiated a sense of respect among the people. His gravity to tackle every situation, his manners and his compassion for the people of krakens earned him a name. Everyone desired him as their leader. He was a truly worthy heir of Karmen. On one hand, he behaved like a baby when he played with the children of the tribe and on the other hand he was a fierce warrior who gave hardcore back-breaking training. From being a son of a priest, he wolfed into the king that he was destined to be. This was how the Three S
Argus moved closer. Selene knew what was coming. Her heart pounded in her throat, echoing through her entire body as she lifted her hand and placed it on the warm expanse of his half-open bare chest to stop him from moving forward.Time stopped and the world shrunk and she was caught up in a moment of wild ecstasy. All reservations broke loose and all limitations cracked when Argus held her close. Hard and quick with strong arms enfolding her, he brought her up against his tall frame as he bent his head. Selene met his lips hungrily, leaving all her shame and embarrassment behind.Their mouth closed and fought, his tongue strong and battling with her. She had him under her hands, her fingers against the warm skin of his neck, the damp fringe of his hair, pulling his chiton open.Argus lifted her and slammed her onto the wall. He swept her into his arms and kissed her soundly. She accepted his command and answered w
Cassandra was ruminating on the balcony of her room, looking at the view around her. The wide blue sea full of ships and boats coming to and fro from many places always mesmerized her. So many people went about their works, continuing their daily lives. But, her life was different. She has been a prisoner for the last five days. She was trapped in this beautifully decorated room like a doll in a case. She repulsed it. Everything around her disgusted her. Any other time, she would have loved to sleep on this feathery bed, smell the salted air of the sea, and gazed at the valley beyond which illuminated with the rays of the morning sun. she missed her home, her simple cot in the precinct of the temple, she missed her father and his pat on her head. Mostly she missed her brother. Throughout her life, she had been an ardent devotee of Athena and Apollo. Why did they do this to her?Karseus visited her every day, drunk and high, and coaxed her into submission. But she stood fix up
ToZeus,Father of Gods,God of Sky and Thunder,Mount Olympus.Greece.Dear Father,I beg in my epistle with a sedate and somber plea that after reading this, you would assist me in my task of justifying the 'sotto - voce' mysterious death of your son, Alexander, which took place nearly 2500 years ago. Nobody till the time being, has ever given it a thought that the one whose death gave rise to the Hellenistic civilization, new culture, literature, and politics, should at least effectuate a relatively decent cause for his death. I am no Plutarch or Dryden or Aristotle himself to be an epistemologist of Greek lore or legend, but being a simple witted greek mythomaniac, I would create a new path en route to the factors that occasioned his death. A prophecy that foretold the gruesome co
“Bravest strongest and arrogantBashful proud but diligentThe un-vanquished city shall be his graveNone but a sacrifice to Gods could saveThe Slayer of Knots would die by,A disloyal Ganymede on day nine:The cursed city would weal havocA Golde
Thebes was a long way from Athens. It was once ruminated as a metropolis of social intercourse and trade. But all of a sudden, after the conquest of Persia, orthodox people denied the rule of Alexander. They kicked over the traces and rose in arms against his lately adopted practices which were so unknown to them. They feared that he was doing some crime by changing cults and forsaking their so ancient religious values. Chaos reigned freely driving its wild horses among unruly mobs pillaging and slaughtering without restraint. Thebes wanted to become free from the shackles of the united empire of the young Macedonian prince. In this formidable ambiance, the three young people galloped towards the chaotic city.
The great cloud of dust was approaching slowly. There were people upon horseback swords and sickles drawn, braided hair, and leather rags upon the beefy bodies.The Kraken!That's the term they used for themselves. Just like the mythological monster, who heaved havoc upon humans on the behest of Hades, these tribals too looted, killed, and waged battles with the king's men.Their eyes were flaming coals and their skin was tattooed.
The journey to the lair of the Krakens was long and tedious. They passed many hills and valleys, barren lands, roads flanked by forests on both sides, and villages. At last, they reached a valley, with a very narrow pass where they had to snake through it. After crossing the pass, they found themselves on a wide-open ground with forest in the far backdrop. Little straw huts were scattered everywhere. Women were tending fires in front of each house. Upon each fire was boiling little pots of porridge. Children were playing and the atmosphere here was different than any other Greek villages they had known. Each woman carried a dagger tied around the waist and each of the children they saw was lithe and strong. They weren’t delicate and childish like
Argus was sitting on the terrace of the big fort. He could see the whole village from there. Hundreds of people resided under the shelter and protection of Karmen. Huts were made of mud and straw, wooden embankments, moats, and an enclosed area for training. Few people were practicing archery and some were wrestling on the mud. This place was different from the place he used to stay in. Parthenon was peaceful. Temples all-around full of scribes and priests. They had a training area but not many people opted to become soldiers in the King’s Army. But