Post by twilight on Oct 29, 2019 13:12:49 GMT -5
It is 418 BC. In the summer of 418 BC the Argives attacked the Epidaurians, Spartan allies in Arcadia. They captured Orchomenos and then decided to attack Tegea, a key Spartan ally, and in preparation moved to Mantinea. In Sparta Agis came under attack for his actions at Argos. In this time there was nothing to do but drink wine, and war. Always war. War has been part of our history since we crawled out of the water and started to walk on two legs. War is our nature.
My name was Argos. I lived in a village near the Agilean Sea. Which is now known as the red sea. We traded for fish and spices and made a modest living. I was 13. But I an old 13. My life came to fruitition on my 14th birthday as I was told I would marry Matzla of the neighboring sea. I was happy. She was happy. She was the same age as me, we would grow up together, have children, and we would grow old together. My life, my wife, my future was set and it seemed like a good pairing in all things. She was pretty enough. Very curious for a female which I appreciated. We were married 2 weeks after her 14th birthday and 2 months before my 15th birthday. As we got to know each other that first few months, she found me to be odd. Not in a bad way. But I was different compared to her brothers and father. I did not converse much. And I spent a lot of time sitting on a small hill overlooking the ocean. She would ask me what I was looking at, and I would reply “The unknown”. I never pushed her to inquire more. She give me a kiss on my forehead and she would say “I married a dreamer” but there was no smile. She knew from the start I was different. In more ways than one.
We had our first child when she was 16. We were happy. I had a son and a year later a daughter. I would sing to them in whispers. Songs she had never heard in a language she could barely make out. She asked me where I had heard those songs and I would say “in another place.” But somehow she knew I had meant to say in another life. Songs in a language long since gone. At night when we lay together she asked me if I was going to stay with her and the children or move on? I never answered her, once she decided to speak to my parents but they would not say more than that to tell her it was her duty to make sure that I stayed here and now and that I was happy.
One night though, her curiosity could not be contained. She propped herself up on bed and said “you are my husband and my life, the mother of your children. Tell me husband who are you?”
At this time I did not know the answer. I had been reborn since the caveman times, lived life since there was life to be lived. So I told her what I could. I told her that I remembered life from a life that were not mine. That I remembered faces and places that I do not know I had ever visited. She asked if I were a witch. I laughed and said no. I told her I had memories that were and were not mine. She stayed quiet for a moment. She said if I would remember her when I moved on. I said “always”. I loved her as much as someone like I could. I as reached my 18th birthday she could sense me pulling away. Time was growing short and we both felt it. I managed to stay with her till I was 20. A few years later she was taken by illness our children left to be raised by her sister. We never met afterwards but I kept an eye for her for centuries after.
So when I hear someone like Louis Cypher who would discard his wife and children all for the sake of finding out if demons and monsters are real. Well Cypher all you had to do was look in the mirror and you’d know they were real. You seem like a bit of a sociopath. Someone that does not care about anyone or anything. Living life with no consequence and with no repercussions. You were given a gift and you discarded those gifts for what? Think about that you have nothing, you will have nothing, and you will be nothing. Nothing but an old man left to play with monstrosities in the dark, and I know about monsters and demons. They are hell and if that is what you want then you belong with them. I pity you Louis Cypher, I pity you.
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My name was Argos. I lived in a village near the Agilean Sea. Which is now known as the red sea. We traded for fish and spices and made a modest living. I was 13. But I an old 13. My life came to fruitition on my 14th birthday as I was told I would marry Matzla of the neighboring sea. I was happy. She was happy. She was the same age as me, we would grow up together, have children, and we would grow old together. My life, my wife, my future was set and it seemed like a good pairing in all things. She was pretty enough. Very curious for a female which I appreciated. We were married 2 weeks after her 14th birthday and 2 months before my 15th birthday. As we got to know each other that first few months, she found me to be odd. Not in a bad way. But I was different compared to her brothers and father. I did not converse much. And I spent a lot of time sitting on a small hill overlooking the ocean. She would ask me what I was looking at, and I would reply “The unknown”. I never pushed her to inquire more. She give me a kiss on my forehead and she would say “I married a dreamer” but there was no smile. She knew from the start I was different. In more ways than one.
We had our first child when she was 16. We were happy. I had a son and a year later a daughter. I would sing to them in whispers. Songs she had never heard in a language she could barely make out. She asked me where I had heard those songs and I would say “in another place.” But somehow she knew I had meant to say in another life. Songs in a language long since gone. At night when we lay together she asked me if I was going to stay with her and the children or move on? I never answered her, once she decided to speak to my parents but they would not say more than that to tell her it was her duty to make sure that I stayed here and now and that I was happy.
One night though, her curiosity could not be contained. She propped herself up on bed and said “you are my husband and my life, the mother of your children. Tell me husband who are you?”
At this time I did not know the answer. I had been reborn since the caveman times, lived life since there was life to be lived. So I told her what I could. I told her that I remembered life from a life that were not mine. That I remembered faces and places that I do not know I had ever visited. She asked if I were a witch. I laughed and said no. I told her I had memories that were and were not mine. She stayed quiet for a moment. She said if I would remember her when I moved on. I said “always”. I loved her as much as someone like I could. I as reached my 18th birthday she could sense me pulling away. Time was growing short and we both felt it. I managed to stay with her till I was 20. A few years later she was taken by illness our children left to be raised by her sister. We never met afterwards but I kept an eye for her for centuries after.
So when I hear someone like Louis Cypher who would discard his wife and children all for the sake of finding out if demons and monsters are real. Well Cypher all you had to do was look in the mirror and you’d know they were real. You seem like a bit of a sociopath. Someone that does not care about anyone or anything. Living life with no consequence and with no repercussions. You were given a gift and you discarded those gifts for what? Think about that you have nothing, you will have nothing, and you will be nothing. Nothing but an old man left to play with monstrosities in the dark, and I know about monsters and demons. They are hell and if that is what you want then you belong with them. I pity you Louis Cypher, I pity you.
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