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ihadabadday) wrote2018-04-23 09:20 pm
ihadabadday) wrote2018-04-23 09:20 pm
To Temples and the Sky - AU - Locked to seaweed_writes
It was a time where Gods walked among men and women. They reeked havoc on those that refused to leave offerings and lavished those that were considered favorites. But with any system, there were those that just were missed, forgotten.
But all of the mortals that lived under the realm of the Gods... They were connected to another person. Whether mortal or not. But more often than naught they were connected to another mortal. Being connected to a God was something special.
And Iōannēs, the son of Valtéros was not special.
He felt ordinary, overlooked.
But he didn't mind. Iōannēs was able to move through his life in Athens with ease. He studied medicine. But he was not a Philosopher or a Mathematician, so he was overlooked once more.
He was walking through the empty market one evening. It was after dusk. All the vendors had gone home. He was enjoying the quiet and the peace.
But all of the mortals that lived under the realm of the Gods... They were connected to another person. Whether mortal or not. But more often than naught they were connected to another mortal. Being connected to a God was something special.
And Iōannēs, the son of Valtéros was not special.
He felt ordinary, overlooked.
But he didn't mind. Iōannēs was able to move through his life in Athens with ease. He studied medicine. But he was not a Philosopher or a Mathematician, so he was overlooked once more.
He was walking through the empty market one evening. It was after dusk. All the vendors had gone home. He was enjoying the quiet and the peace.