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Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda Chapter Two
Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda
A Greek Myth Reimagined
By KingRyHuff
Disclaimer: This is a retelling of one of the most famous Greek Myths of all time albeit with my own twists and turns, partially inspired by some of the most iconic characters in Marvel Comic Books' history, Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil and King T'Challa of Wakanda AKA Black Panther. You'll be surprised by my references, I promise you that. 
Chapter Two: The Challenge of Polydectes
Eighteen years had passed since the birth of Perseus, the destruction of Argos and the cruel, yet fitting, punishment placed on Acrisius, and in spite of all the odds, Perseus had a happy childhood despite his being born blind. Serifos was considered an island paradise, far away from the ever-warring city-states of the Greek mainland. Yet just like Argos it too was ruled by a tyrant named Polydectes, Dictys's own older brother. 
While Dictys lived among the people; caring for them and loving them as though he was their true King, Pol
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Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda Prologue
Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda
A Greek Myth Reimagined 
By KingRyHuff
Disclaimer: This is a retelling of one of the most famous Greek Myths of all time albeit with my own twists and turns, partially inspired by some of the most iconic characters in Marvel Comic Books' history, Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil and King T'Challa of Wakanda AKA Black Panther. You'll be surprised by my references, I promise you that. 
Prologue: The Birth of a Hero
What is it that makes a person who they are? What defines our species as human? Is it appearance? Charm? Power? Wealth? Stature? Or is it how one treats the life they live on Earth and the people around them? 
What of the monsters that great heroes often face? Are they monsters because of their looks and because we do not understand them? Or are they just as complex or as flawed as we humans are? And are humans at times the real monsters? 
Can our humanity be perceived from within ourselves? Are our eyes truly a window into our souls
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The Twelve Labors of Hercules Chapter One
The Twelve Labors of Hercules
A Greek Myth reimagined by KingRyHuff
Disclaimer: This is only a reimagined version of one of the most famous Greek myths of all time. I'll understand if I'm a little bit off in my understanding of Greek myths, but this is my retelling of Heracles or Hercules as most people in the world would call him now. So please, forgive me if I'm taking a few liberties with this retelling. 
Chapter One: Talk Amongst the Olympians
On top of the highest peak in all the Greek world Mount Olympus, was the palace of the Olympian gods the divine masters and rulers of the heavens. It was a truly a sight to behold, for the columns were made of the finest marble, by day the palace shined like the golden sun, and by night it was as silver as the new moon. Underneath the splendor of the palace of Mount Olympus, there was talk amongst the Olympians concerning little Hercules. 
Among those present in the discussion was the grey-eyed, flaxen-haired Athena the Goddess of W
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The Twelve Labors of Hercules Prologue
The Twelve Labors of Hercules
A Greek Myth reimagined by KingRyHuff
Disclaimer: This is only a reimagined version of one of the most famous Greek myths of all time. I'll understand if I'm a little bit off in my understanding of Greek myths, but this is my retelling of Heracles or Hercules as most people in the world would call him now. So please, forgive me if I'm taking a few liberties with this retelling. 
Prologue: The Birth of a Demigod
Many ages ago, in the faraway land of Ancient Greece, there was a golden age of powerful Gods, magnificent creatures, ferocious monsters and extraordinary heroes. It was also a time of turmoil, for Greece was not a united land, but rather a collection of warring city-states who often fought amongst themselves instead of against a common enemy.
Among the many cities on the Greek mainland, there were four that stood out among the rest; Athens the future mother of democracy, Mycenae a major port city and the most powerful of the four, which would
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Star Wars AU RP Starter-- Anakin as Jabba's Slave
*Has anyone ever wondered as to what could have happened in Star Wars Episode I, the Phantom Menace...if Anakin Skywalker had been a slave of Jabba the Hutt instead of Watto's slave? And what if Padme and Anakin were the same age when they met? How could things have turned out differently? Well now's your chance to explore that possibility.* 
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Star Wars AU Role-play Scenarios
*Yeah. As the title suggests, these are Star Wars alternate universe role-play scenarios. Now what kind of scenarios...I don't know yet. They can be creative. They can deviate from Star Wars canon...even deviate from the terrible prequel trilogy and give Anakin a better backstory on Tatooine. Like say for example...what if Anakin had been a slave to Jabba the Hutt? That's just one of many possible scenarios. So please be my guest and suggest.* 
Rules-- 
1. Anything that's considered NSFW must go via notes. 
2. The Slave-Leia thing has been done to death, so please don't suggest that scenario for me.
3. Be creative. 
4. Have fun. 
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*Everyone perhaps knows about how in the Pokemon World, humans have captured and raised Pokemon as their own partners and companions. However...what would happen if the roles were reversed? 
What if a powerful virus had increased the intelligence of most Pokemon and killed off most of the human population? And Pokemon now had to raise what remained of the human race, not as slaves...but rather as though they were fellow Pokemon, to ensure the survival of both species? To lead mankind out of its dark nature and to foster a more...peaceful side. 
Whereas other humans want revenge and to kill off the Pokemon whom they blame for their own fall from grace, in other words...the criminal teams...and our main characters live among Pokemon...including the boy called Ash. 
All his life, Ash has always considered Pokemon to be his family, but soon he must make a journey to discover where he truly belongs...and that is where our story...begins...* 
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*Has anyone ever wondered what it would have been like if the Pokemon Anime series was also a musical anime series? Where singing and dancing was all a part of life in the Pokemon world? And Ash's adventures were portrayed through song? Well this is your chance to enter for the opportunity to partake in a role-play scenario that involves the main characters singing and dancing. The songs can range from Disney to Broadway and anything musical theatre, heck even original material can be and is allowed.
It all begins in Pallet Town with our opening number...* 
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*In a majestic world not unlike our own, live fantastic animal like creatures known as Pokemon. And in this world, humans catch these fantastic beings in order to train them to battle other Pokemon and or other humans. Though sometimes it's the other way around, for some young children or orphaned youngsters Pokemon are like family to them and can choose to live among wild Pokemon as a way to see into their world. With so many paths to choose from, sometimes Pokemon trainers can have it both ways and gain amazing experience, and some even adapt to life among the Pokemon. 
Becoming a Pokemon trainer in this world is considered a right of passage for children everywhere, none more so than a boy named Ashton 'Ash' Ketchum from the Kanto Region in a small village called Pallet town. Whether Ash knows it or not, a great hint of destiny calls his name...both in the form of the call of the wild and the call to become a Pokemon Master. Which shall he choose? That is where our adventure be
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This jungle-esque Eden world was the home of Sora, the Wolf Boy, and Kairi, the Lion Girl. Despite being raised by two different animal families, Sora and Kairi shared an incredibly strong bond with each other ever since they came to Destiny Island when they were no more than mere infants after their families were killed. 
It was rumored that their destinies were intertwined with each other and as they grew up they spent more time with each other than with their own adopted animal families. Some of the animals of the jungle believed that they were deeply and secretly in love with each other.
But both Sora and Kairi were still quite you
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Well I'm certain most of you might be aware that Game of Thrones has some of its inspiration from ancient history, such as the Huns, the Mongols, the Vikings and  so on and so forth, it's pretty much too big of a world to explore. 

However, had Mr. Martin used the Danelaw for his inspiration for Westernos, that would have made it more interesting for me. 

What's the Danelaw, you might ask? If you've seen the History Channel series, Vikings, you'd probably know. If not, I'll tell you. 

Two-hundred years before the Norman Conquest of England, a famous Danish Viking named Ragnar Lothbrok had been captured by Northumbria's King Aella and thrown into a pit of poisonous vipers. 

Revenge was swift and Ragnar's sons began to ravage the British Isles, splintering the land apart. All of the Anglo-Saxon Kingdoms had been conquered or destroyed, save for West Seaxe or Wessex and Mercia. 

Under the leadership of King Alfred the Great, Wessex was the only Anglo-Saxon dominion to stand its ground against the Great Heathen Army and their leader Guthrum at the Battle of Edington in 878 AD.

While it didn't drive the Danes out of England for good, for a time peace was achieved yet the English and Vikings shared an uneasy peace. Alfred held the southern and western half of England, whilst the Danes held eastern and northern England which soon became the Danelaw. 

Though I guess in Martin's mind, it would have been too obvious to set his world's premise where most of the continent had been ravaged by a foreign power and only one native domain was brave enough to defy the invaders. 

Who can say? 
Here it is. Another journal concerning my rendition of Norse Mythology, The Ballad of Thialfi and the types of beings that I'll be covering.  

This time, I will be discussing one of the most important aspects of Norse myth, yet also undervalued; the race of Men, the denizens of Middengard or Midgard or even Middle-Earth. 

That's right, I said Middle-Earth; the Anglo-Saxon name for the world of people. Though Midgard actually means middle-ground, which places Earth as the middle realm. 

Humans-- Homo sapiens, people, men, women, whatever you want to call them. Humans make pretty much the entire population of the most important Realm to the Aesir and Vanir, Midgard. It is from humans that the Gods receive their strength through prayer or even through great deeds in battle. Sadly, compared to all the other races in the Nine Realms humans are pretty much as helpless as newborn babies in terms of pretty much everything. The irony is even though the Aesir and Vanir are stronger than any human around, without their human worshippers they would be powerless. 

However, what they do lack in physical power or even magic, they more than make up for it in brain power and in determination. Humans are not often mentioned in many of the Old Norse sagas, and if they are it is only in tales of great heroes such as Sigurd the Dragon-Slayer, the Volsung Sagas or even in the oldest story in the English language; Beowulf. 

Constantly plagued by outside forces beyond their comprehension, the race of Man often look to the Gods for inspiration and for help. Yet some ancient traditions never last, for a new faith is spreading across the lands of Midgard like a pack of ravenous wolves devouring everything in its path; Christianity. 

Though believed to be a faith of peace, many of its followers have fallen to fanaticism and have begun enforcing Christianity through the sword. The pagan followers of Midgard are now faced with an epic choice; to hold onto their traditions and trust in the Gods of their ancestors or embrace the teachings of the Messiah, like the rest of Europe. 

Which will it be? 
Yeah, I know it seems rather early to discuss this and it does contain SOME spoilers, but I figured why not. In the next chapter of my retelling of the Perseus myth, our nearly-nude hero Perseus receives five major gifts from the Olympians, plus a sixth gift that will have been left behind on the Gorgon's island of Sarpedon. 

1. The Helm of Hades-- Hades' prized helmet, whoever wears it will be rendered invisible and also be able to see the spirits of the dead if only for a short time. Though I may have described it as a silver helm, I don't know maybe I'll fix up the mistake and make it black instead like this; Image result for Helm of Hades. Yeah, I know not much concerning the Lord of the Dead, but it matches my rendition of Hades's robes, hair and beard. It's a good look, don't you think?

2. Silver Shield-- Built specifically for Perseus, this shield is as bright as silver and Athena's own eyes. The kicker for this shield is not only is it strong enough to deflect blows either from a weapon, an arrow or the sting of a giant scorpion, it can also be used as a mirror, and used offensively and defensively. It can even be thrown like a boomerang and returned. And yes, if you're wondering I've chosen to depict Perseus's shield like Captain America's, like this; Image result for Silver shield. Though without the star and everything. 

3. Elektros-- A sword unlike any bladed weapon ever known to man, Olympian or any fantastic being. Neither made from bronze, copper, iron or even Aethiopian steel, this sword is made from one of Zeus's own lightning bolts. The blade itself is as bright and as blinding as a freshly struck lightning bolt and is strong enough to slice through solid marble without any blemish. Most swords that may and will come into contact with this weapon often break, with the exception of Aethiopian steel swords. What's more is that this sword can bring down even the most dangerous of monsters, those whose hides are too strong for ordinary weapons. Lastly it can emit powerful electricity that can stun its enemies. If you're wondering I was inspired by Riptide from the Percy Jackson series, the Blade of Olympus from the God of War series and somewhat by Mjolnir from the Thor franchise. Image result for riptide percy jacksonImage result for blade of olympusImage result for Mjolnir

4. Bubo-- This simple Barn Owl may not look like much at first glance, but he is completely loyal to a fault in spite of his constant cowardice and self-doubt. Being Athena's companion and confidant, Bubo is very knowledgeable about the dangers of Perseus's quest and will gladly offer assistance when it's needed, even if it will only be temporary. I've based his mannerisms somewhat on Archimedes from Disney's Sword in the Stone and a little bit on Soren from Legends of the Guardians: The Owls of Ga'Hoole. Image result for archimedes owl Image result for soren owl

5. Pegasus-- You got that right, readers. Pegasus, the great winged horse. The leader of the Olympians' sacred herd of flying horses and the fastest creature ever to take to the wing in the Greek mythical world. Whereas Bubo's wings can only take him so far, Pegasus can fly over greater distances and where what would make a day's journey for most traveling on Pegasus's back can only take an hour. I sort of imagine Pegasus to be more like this; Image result for Pegasus horse. And I know that most myths claim that he was a spawn of Medusa and Poseidon, but I'm not going down that route. 

6. Orion's Bow-- A gift from Artemis, the Goddess of the Hunt, this golden bow was left behind on Sarpedon when entrusted to the mighty hunter Orion who fell in battle trying to slay the giant Brontoscorpio, Scorpio. This bow is more powerful than most bows made by mortals or fantastic beings in that it can bring down even the most powerful monsters with one shot without ever breaking, and the quiver of arrows that comes with it NEVER empties. I was inspired by Katniss's bow from The Hunger Games and Apollo's bow from the God of War series and the Camp Halfblood series. Image result for bow of apolloImage result for bow of apollo halfbloodImage result for Katniss bow

Wow. I mean...with these sorts of gifts, how could Perseus fail in his dangerous mission, huh? 
Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda

A Greek Myth Reimagined

By KingRyHuff

Disclaimer: This is a retelling of one of the most famous Greek Myths of all time albeit with my own twists and turns, partially inspired by some of the most iconic characters in Marvel Comic Books' history, Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil and King T'Challa of Wakanda AKA Black Panther. You'll be surprised by my references, I promise you that. 

Chapter Two: The Challenge of Polydectes

Eighteen years had passed since the birth of Perseus, the destruction of Argos and the cruel, yet fitting, punishment placed on Acrisius, and in spite of all the odds, Perseus had a happy childhood despite his being born blind. Serifos was considered an island paradise, far away from the ever-warring city-states of the Greek mainland. Yet just like Argos it too was ruled by a tyrant named Polydectes, Dictys's own older brother. 

While Dictys lived among the people; caring for them and loving them as though he was their true King, Polydectes was his polar opposite in every way. Dictys had a good heart and loved his 'family' which consisted of Danae and Perseus, the former of whom he had eloped with when Perseus was still a baby and raised the child as his own. Whilst Polydectes, who ruled from his immense palace, was gluttonous and greedy. Whereas Dictys remained faithful to Danae and loved her dearly, Polydectes had a habit of collecting beautiful women for his harem, yet he did not care for any of them nor were any of them beautiful enough in his eyes to be his Queen. 

Dictys had raised Perseus as his own son, yet he knew that it would not be easy for the boy. For as his 'father' could tell, the boy had been born blind, yet not in the traditional sense of being born blind. He was rather born hyperopic, or farsighted in modern English. It was easy for him to see things clearly for him from a distance, but everything else close to him? It was a constant blur. Yet he found a way to visualize the world that he lived in through human echolocation.

In a world and a time without eyeglasses, it was a rough world for someone like Perseus to live in. Yet he had help from both his mother and adopted father, and also in the form of an elderly playwright and poet named Ammon. Dictys taught Perseus how to make fishing nets, how to sail and how to catch fish. Danae taught Perseus how to be compassionate, kind and open-minded, particularly to girls and to women, who at the time were considered no better than property value in a world ruled by men. And it was old Ammon who taught Perseus social skills through theatrics, in spite of Perseus being blind he could visualize what Ammon was teaching him and the old playwright was amazed to learn that the boy was a natural at mimicking how other people spoke and could learn a language in only a matter of minutes. 

Yet there was another teacher, a mysterious teacher in the form of an old blind soldier whom no one in the Greek world had ever seen before. He had no name, no past and no connections, however to most people on Serifos he was known as Kyrios, which meant master. Kyrios often visited Perseus at night and would teach him how to use a weapon, whether it was a sword, spear, shield, or bow and arrow. Yet he also taught Perseus how to use his other senses when it came to battle or other situations, for he couldn't always trust his eyes. He had to learn to be think fast, anticipate every attack, use his shield both defensively and offensively, everything that a warrior needed to learn in order to survive in battle. 

What no one ever really knew was that Kyrios was not exactly who he seemed to be. While everyone saw only a blind old soldier, he was actually Zeus in disguise. The King of Olympus had kept his word to Athena, that he would visit Perseus often, yet not in his true form. 

Perseus even had a younger sister, a half-sister to be precise, but his parents could not bring themselves to tell the truth to him until the time was right. She had her mother's hair, her father's eyes and skin and often wore a light pink chiton. Her name was Fia, which was short for Omorfia which meant beauty. In spite of Perseus being mostly blind and at a disadvantage over most children, he had a rather happy childhood. 

With the advantage of a strong body and a handsome face, what more could any mortal desire or deserve? He was rather handsome for his age; he had the same dark brown hair, light skin and light brown eyes that his mother had, and he still had the look of a boy. Dictys who raised him well had also taught Perseus that there was no shame in hiding his body from anyone, so all he ever wore was a white perizoma, which was the loincloth or underwear of the day. There was nothing to be ashamed of, after all Serifos had a tropical climate. 

However, Perseus's life was about to change forever on one particular day out on Serifos. Polydectes proudly proclaimed from his palace that he was going to marry the Amazonian Warrior-Queen, Hippodamia. By his orders, every man on Serifos was to supply the King with suitable gifts to give his Queen-to-be. Such gifts included horses, gold, anything that was considered a royal tribute. Every man on the island was able to provide a gift, except for Perseus, who had no gift to offer his 'uncle'. 

So Polydectes' guards brought Perseus to the palace, and forced him to bow to the King. Polydectes, on his gold and jeweled throne was a large man in his mid to late forties. He had a long thick brownish grey beard that reached down to his chest, icy blue eyes that seemed teeming with greed and avarice, he wore a golden laurel wreath crown on his head and sported a royal indigo chiton. 

What disgusted Perseus the most about Polydectes was not so much the way he treated the people of Serifos, nor how he loved to collect so many women or the ruthless taxation he placed on his population, but rather how he behaved and ate like a pig. As of that moment, he was gorging himself on some fresh figs. As he ate sloppily, some of the juices and the seeds got onto his beard. 

"Perseus....nephew. Why haven't you given me a gift? I've specifically ordered everyone in my land to present me with a gift for your Queen to be and future aunt, yet here you are...and you have given me nothing. Why?" Polydectes asked with food in his mouth, then he swallowed and gave out a huge burp. 

Perseus shook his head to himself. It was no secret that he bore his 'uncle' no love at all, considering the fact that Polydectes had a lustful eye on Perseus's own mother Danae. Yet despite how unpopular Polydectes was, Perseus could not openly speak out against him. "I am sorry, Uncle. But you know how poor me and my family are. I don't have anything that would be considered a royal gift." Perseus answered humbly. 

"Hmm, so you say. I guess your father hasn't been making enough money to support you, your mother and your sister? I suppose it's true what they say, 'Like father, like son.' No wonder he chose to leave the palace. He always preferred the company of commoners over his own class." Polydectes said in an insulting manner, grinning to himself hoping that Perseus would react the way he was expecting him to. 

"My father works too hard to support us, Polydectes. He may not prefer living in a palace, but my father is a good man and a great provider for me, my mother and my sister, Fia. If you want me to get you a gift to present to Hippodamia, you have but to name that gift and I'll get it for you." Perseus said bravely and in determination, much to Polydectes' secret delight. 

"Is that right? You'll get any gift that I name? Hmm?" Polydectes asked grinning to himself, knowing that he probably was sending Perseus to his own death so that he could enact his real plan. "Yes. Anything and it will be yours." Perseus answered. 

"Very well then. There is something that I could use as a gift. I want you, Perseus, to bring me the head of Medusa the Gorgon." Polydectes requested. "That is unless you don't think you are up to the challenge?" 

Perseus bravely stood up and said, "I will fetch the head of Medusa for you, Polydectes. I promise you shall have it." "Good. And you must also promise that once you set out to find Medusa, you are never to return to Serifos until you do bring me back her head." Polydectes said. "I promise." 

Later that evening, when Perseus returned home and told his family about his deal with Polydectes, to say that they were worried would be an understatement. "Perseus, how could you agree to such a dangerous and preposterous challenge? Do you not realize that if you face the Gorgon Medusa, you might never return?" Danae asked in horror.  

"But I have no choice, Mom. I gave Polydectes my word. I cannot return to Serifos without Medusa's head. It's the only way I can get him off your back." Perseus said. "Yes, Perseus. I know that my brother has had an interest in your mother for a long time now, however this is different. Although Medusa the Gorgon has only recently been mentioned or heard about, her power is incredibly dangerous. One look from her, blind or not, she might still--." 

"I know, Dad. I have heard of what she can do, but maybe she isn't the monster that everyone thinks that she is." Perseus stated with hope in his heart. One thing that Zeus in his Kyrios form had taught him was that it is sometimes better to trust your own heart than it is to trust your head, particularly since Perseus was partially blind. His echolocation was his way of visually seeing his world without having to rely on his eyes all the time, it also helped him look beyond physical appearances and to gaze into who a person was on the inside. 

"I know, Perseus, but your extraordinary senses might not be enough to defeat Medusa or even to get through to her if you can. You may have the ability to tell when someone is lying or see through touching, but if you get too close to her, I fear of what she will do to you." Dictys said, trying to reason with his 'son'. 

"Please don't go Perseus. You can't go. Uncle Polydectes was probably just trying to egg you on. One look from Medusa and you'll eventually turn to stone. I can't lose you, big brother." Fia pleaded with Perseus. "I know, Fia. I love you, Mom and Dad very much, but I gave Polydectes my word. However...I can at least spend one more night with you all before I go." Perseus said as he patted his sister's shoulder with a smile. 

"First though, I need to see old Ammon and tell him goodbye." Perseus said as he started to walk towards the amphitheater where Ammon worked at. As Perseus walked on towards Ammon, Dictys and Danae looked on in concern. "Dictys....sometimes I worry about Perseus too much. He's only a boy. How could he possibly face the Gorgon Medusa and succeed where all others have failed?" 

"Perseus is going to need the aid of the Gods in order to handle such a dangerous task, Danae my love. That is if the Gods are willing to help him on such a dangerous quest." Dictys said as he held his wife in his arms. "Is Perseus really going to leave in the morning, Daddy?" Fia asked in concern. "I'm afraid so, Fia. But I'm certain that Zeus, Lord and Master of Olympus, will watch over Perseus no matter what happens." 

Watching from up above, Zeus nodded. "You have no idea how right you are, Dictys. You have raised Perseus well and have been the father that I never could be for him." 

As Zeus said those words, Bubo flew towards him and asked, "Is it time, Lord Zeus?" 

The King of Olympus nodded, "Yes, Bubo. It is time. I have ordered Hephaestus to provide Perseus with gifts of divine temperament. Hermes is to deliver them, and you Bubo are going to be one of those gifts." 

Upon hearing those words, Bubo was shocked as he spoke in a nervous tone of voice, "What?! Me? Go down there to Earth??? I can't go down there. Athena would never allow that. You know how attached she is to me, Lord Zeus." 

Then Athena herself appeared, "It will be all right, Bubo. You will only be down on Earth as long as Perseus needs you...and he must learn the truth about Medusa. I wish to rectify the mistake I made that year ago and I know in my heart that it's not too late for her." 

"I just hope that Perseus is the right person to get through to Medusa, Athena. Yet how can he possibly get to her without anyone else being wiser?" Bubo asked before a cloud of smoke appeared causing the barn owl to cough as he inhaled the smoke. "Hephaestus, was that you?" 

"No, Bubo. It wasn't Hephaestus, it was me." Said a calm, soft yet eerie voice, which gave Athena, Zeus and Bubo pause. They knew where it came from as an ebony chiton wearing figure with pale skin, long grey black hair, a thick bushy black beard and icy blue eyes appeared holding a black Corinthian helmet adorned with black horse hair in his hand appeared. This was Hades, the oldest of the Olympians, King of the Underworld and the Lord of the Dead.

"Hades. What are you doing here on Olympus? I've told you before, your domain--." Zeus said in anger, before Hades raised his hand. "I know my boundaries, Brother Zeus. I am also aware that I'm not welcome on Olympus on account of Persephone. That's not why I am here however. I have come to offer some help to Perseus on his quest. I cannot personally offer aid, but I can lend my helmet to him. It will render him invisible to his enemies." Hades said as he handed his helmet over to Zeus who took it in surprise. 

"That is rather unexpected of you, Uncle. Is that the only reason why you have come?" Athena asked as Hades shook his head in reply. "No, Athena. I have also come to tell you that the prophecy concerning Acrisius is coming close to fulfillment. Or rather should I say concerning Kalibos?" Hades said correcting himself. 

Ever since his bestial transformation, King Acrisius of Argos had hidden away in the swamps of Lerna, the lair of the Hydra. As Zeus had predicted, he had been forced to live as an outcast and he had even gathered a small band of followers as a King of Thieves, the Lord of the Marsh. Kalibos was now his name and he had a fierce reputation. His hide was not easy to penetrate, he used both his sword and his claws to kill and he had a ravenous appetite for human flesh. 

"Indeed...that monster of a man had it coming the moment he threw Danae and Perseus into the sea to save his own skin, Hades." Bubo said. "Yes, Bubo. He has. I've been waiting for the moment he enters the Underworld and I promise you this, for attempting to murder his own daughter and her child and condemning his city to destruction, I will try him, convict him and sentence him to the lowest levels of Tartarus where he belongs. Kalibos shall never have his place in Elysium nor traverse its green fields. That is a promise." Hades promised.

Hades may not have been well liked by the other Olympians, due to his dirty job of being the Master of the Dead and his 'abduction' of Persephone, but he was a benevolent and generous God when it came to rewarding the souls of the good and virtuous with the promise of Elysium, the Ancient Greek equivalent of Heaven or Paradise. Even those ordinary souls who dwelt in the Asphodel Fields, who were neither good nor evil, could eventually be granted a place in Elysium. Yet he also was feared for bringing down his wrath upon those who dared to commit great evil in life.

"Before I return to the Underworld, Zeus, I must tell you this. Whatever Perseus does in life I will have to judge him. The choices he makes on this journey will determine his fate in my realm, regardless of your will. Farewell, Brother." Hades said as he disappeared back to the Underworld. 

Then Athena asked, "Father, out of curiosity what sort of weapons do you intend to give Perseus?" 

"A shield that can only be rivaled by your own, Athena and a sword forged from one of my own lightning bolts. This sword will be stronger than most blades forged by man, Centaur or Satyr. I call it 'Elektros'. No other blade will match its power. Also Perseus will need a way to travel to where Medusa and her sisters live, and I could never ask Hermes to part with his winged sandals. There may yet be a solution." Zeus said as a magnificent neigh was heard in the clouds. 

"You intend to send down the leader of our sacred herd of flying horses? Pegasus himself?" Athena asked in surprise as Zeus nodded. 

"Then why send me down there? I...wouldn't be of any help to Perseus at all." Bubo said, before Zeus spoke. "Nonsense, Bubo. You've been aching for the chance to prove yourself as long as anyone can remember. Perseus will need your eyes more than you guess." 

Hearing that made Bubo realize that maybe he did need to help Perseus and this was his chance to prove his courage and his station as Athena's familiar. He merely smiled with his eyes as he said, "I suppose you're right, my Lord Zeus. I shall definitely go down there and help Perseus. Even if it is only for a short time." 

Down in Seriphos, an old man in his mid sixties was preparing to make a stew for dinner in the bowels of the amphitheater. He had short white hair, a short white beard, sun kissed skin, bright blue eyes and he wore a bright yellow chiton. He was also surrounded by theater masks, prop swords, shields, painted cloaks and dozens of cats. This was old Ammon, Perseus's mentor when it came to acting and social skills. 
 
"Now maybe if a little more salt and--. No, no. I can't do that. It would taste too salty. Or maybe some oregano or--." Ammon said to himself as he was stirring the pot for his stew, when a knock was heard. "Uh yes?" 

"Ammon, it's me Perseus." Said Perseus, catching the old man by surprise. "Perseus? Why...what a pleasant surprise. Oh...I better let you in then." Ammon said as he shooed his cats away then went for the door and opened it. "Ah, Perseus. It's good to see you out and about once again. So...what brings you to my doorstep?" 

"Master Ammon, I...I'm not sure how to say this but I've come to say goodbye to you." Perseus said which made the old actor and playwright concerned. "Goodbye? What do you mean? Are you leaving the island? You and your family?" Ammon asked. "No, just me. But it's to get a gift for King Polydectes to present to his future Queen, Hippodamia, and possibly get him out of my mother's hair." Perseus explained as Ammon gave out a sigh in relief. 

"Oh, well that's different then. I thought the King was exiling you for not bringing him a gift. So...what gift are you planning to give him?" Ammon asked. "I intend to give him the head of Medusa, the Gorgon." Perseus answered which caught him off guard. "What?! The head of the Gorgon, Medusa? Perseus, are you insane? It's a death wish to face that beast." Ammon said, trying to reason with the boy. "I know it is, Master, but I have no choice in the matter. I gave my word to Polydectes. I can't break it." Perseus said. 

"Well, you are determined to see this through. I commend you for that, Perseus. If only I were much younger, I would have joined you in a heartbeat." Ammon said with a hint of pride in his voice.  "I know you would have, Ammon. This is something though that I must accomplish on my own." Perseus said. "I don't envy you the task, and I'm certain that your adventure will make for a great play or even an epic poem. You'll need to tell me all about it when you return." 

Perseus nodded as he hugged his old mentor, "Thank you, Ammon. And before I go, will you look after my family while I'm away?" Ammon nodded with a kind gesture as Perseus left, knowing that in the morning he would have to leave Serifos and seek out Medusa. 
Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda Chapter Two
There you have it, folks. Perseus is about to set forth on his journey and the gods are preparing to give him gifts in which to aid him on his dangerous quest. 

In the next chapter, Perseus receives a visitor in the form of his half-brother Hermes and is given five extraordinary gifts, including Bubo and Pegasus, the leader of the Olympians' sacred herd of flying horses. And he also learns of his demigod origins, which he may or may not take too kindly. Also Hermes advises him to seek out the Graeae Sisters, Deino, Enyo and Pephredo in order to discover Medusa's location. Though they will not be easy to convince. 

If you are wondering there are shout outs to certain franchises based on Greek mythology, including Clash of the Titans and the God of War series.

Ammon is a character from the 1981 Clash of the Titans film, portrayed by Burgess Meredith. I always enjoyed his character and thought he could be a good addition to this story.  

Omorfia is an original character of mine...and her name actually does mean Beauty in Ancient Greek. Kyrios is also an original character, inspired by the film Immortals which told the story of Theseus, if in a rather different way. And if you are wondering, yes...if the name Kyrios sounds familiar, it's Ancient Greek for Master and coincidentally it would later be reworded as Kyrie, like the prayer Kyrie eleison. 

And yes, the helm that Perseus used in his adventure was Hades' helmet. And while I am aware that many franchises like to depict Hades as a Satanic figure, no...I ain't goin' down that route. In fact, I'm sort of making Hades an Abrahamic like deity.

He's a judge of a God, but he's also a benevolent master of the afterlife as long as you do more good deeds than bad. 

As for Dictys and Danae eloping in secret, that was my idea originally. 

So until the next chapter, please read, review and suggest. 
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Um, it's well...about my retelling of the Perseus myth. Originally I was, and still am, thinking of making Perseus blind...though I guess it might be a bit much. 

Then I decided to make him either myopic (nearsighted) or hyperopic (farsighted), and in a world and time without glasses, that pretty much can be considered blind. Right? 

The point is...should I have Perseus be nearsighted or farsighted. 

Me, personally, I'm nearsighted so...I would know what it's like to have your vision be exceedingly blurry up close. 

Though what my version of Perseus might lack in sight, he makes up for more in moral strength...the latter of which is closer to how he's normally portrayed as one of the more benevolent heroes in Greek mythology. 

The point is, I need your help. Should Perseus be nearsighted or farsighted? 
Hello again. This is another journal concerning the races of my take on Norse Mythology, The Ballad of Thialfi. 

Only this time....this TIME...this journal focuses on one of the most mentioned Realms in the Norse Cosmos, Nidavellir, the Realm of the Dwarfs. 

That's right. You read correctly, I said the Realm of the Dwarfs. I may seem inspired by Tolkien at times, but I will not repeat what J.R.R. did. What I mean is he learned later after he had written The Hobbit that he had misspelled the plural for Dwarf, so I'm not falling down that path, even if it is rather fun. No, I ain't falling for that trap.

Also as much as I love the idea of Dwarfs being a warrior people and I still do, I will not only portray them as such, but also as skilled smiths, architects, engineers and inventors. However, I'm not going down the 'Warhammer'/'Warcraft' route, where Dwarfs are the ones who discover and use gunpowder. No way. Uh-uh.

But that's not important. What is important is that I tell you about the Dverg, or Dwarf, race. 

Dvergar (Dwarfs)-- Also known as Dweorgs in Old English, Twergs in Old High German and often mistaken called Svartalfar, the latter of which really grinds their gears, the Dwarfs of Nidavellir are among the most stalwart of allies to the Aesir and Vanir gods. They owe a great debt to Odin and Thor for helping protect their greatly coveted Realm of Nidavellir from constant invasions by Dark Elves, Orcs, Goblins and any other beings who come to conquer them. 

It was the Dwarfs themselves who helped forge Mjolnir, Thor's magical hammer, along with his gauntlets and belt. Particularly the brothers, Eitri and Brokk. When it comes to creating weapons of great power or even magic fantastic machines, the Dwarfs are without equal. 

Some Dwarfs even have the power to use magic, mostly to change themselves into various animals. 

Yet some could say that among their most impressive works of art is their own mechanical army of automatons, some of which are the size of a Troll or an Ogre. This automaton army has even been given a fitting name, the Clockwork Corps, named so for the clockwork bits that keep them moving. They are also an unstoppable force. 

Yet the Dwarfs are also great warriors by their own right. Their armor is second to none and when it comes to war, they'll arm themselves accordingly with blade, axe, hammer, mace, metallic short bow or even repeating crossbow. 

Not all Dwarfs, however, are as noble or as helpful as others. And some are more prone to greed than others. They are among some of the most complex beings in the Nine Realms and probably among the most 'human'. 

Now unlike most depictions of Dwarfs, these beings are rather friendly with the Elves of Alfheim. Their relationship is more of a friendly-rival relationship. Though they do share a common enemy in the forces of the Svartalfar and Dokkalfar, and mostly with the Orc clans. 

A lot to take in, isn't it? What do you think? 
This is totally awesome. Nick Pitera has done it yet again with Someday from The Hunchback of Notre Dame, yet this version of Someday has the English translation from the German language version of the Hunchback musical, Der Glockner Von Notre Dame...which is truly awesome. 

This is definitely a Magnum Opus for Nick. He's totally talented. 

You know, something has been on my mind lately. It concerns my retelling of the myth of Perseus. 

A very important part of Perseus's story takes place in Africa, in Ethiopia to be exact. However it will have a different name, Aethiopia as it would have been called in pre-Homeric times...and I've sort of based this kingdom on Wakanda from Black Panther.

As for its culture, I have chosen to intermingle with certain African cultures to make Aethiopia an intercontinental empire.

For its architecture and civilization, I have chosen to give it a feel of Ancient Egypt intermarried with Aksum, an Ethiopian dynasty, and the Zulu. 

For its warriors, I have chosen to make the Aethiopian army a blend between Ancient Egyptian and Zulu fighting tactics; a combination of lightly armored, yet well-armed infantry, highly skilled archers both on foot and on chariot, and cavalry. 

For their weapons, I've chosen the weapons used by the Ancient Egyptians, with the twist that their blades are made from steel as opposed to bronze, the Azande people from the Sudan and the Congo, the Mandinka people from the Western Africa coast countries along the Ivory Coast and the Zulu themselves. 

So you could say that I've literally turned Aethiopia in a cultural melting pot in this mythic retelling, there's just one problem though. 

I can't decide what common language to give to the Aethiopian Empire! 

That's where I need your help.

As tempting as it might be to use isiZulu, or Zulu language, nah. Too far away to have made any contact whatsoever with the Zulu, who were then mostly an unknown or nonexistent tribe. 

Ancient Egyptian would be too obvious, also, and hardly anyone speaks it anymore despite Aethiopia being a 'neighbor' to Egypt through the Sudan, which at the time was called Kush or even Nubia. 

There are so many African languages to choose from, but my personal favorite language has always been Swahili or Kingozi as it was once called. This is the language that I am most interested in using for this Eastern African nation. 

So I leave the fate of the common language of the Aethiopian Empire...to you. 

Please suggest and I will consider. 
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Here comes yet another journal about the races of beings in my take on Norse Mythology, The Ballad of Thialfi.

But I must warn you in advance, some of the creatures that I'm about to list in this journal may or may NOT be considered 'native' to Norse Mythology. 

This time I'm going to list the Alfar, or Elven, races. Three of them are considered good, one of them is well undecided, the others are pretty much evil. They are the Ljosalfar (Light Elves), the Herralfar (High Elves), Wodealfar (Wood Elves), the Svartalfar (Dark Elves), the Orkalfar (Orcs) and the Dokkalfar (Deep Elves, or rather the Race of Goblins).

Where to start? Ah yes, now I know.

The Ljosalfar-- Also known as the Light Elves, these beings are considered the wisest and the fairest of all beings. They are the lords and masters of their Realm of Alfheim. While peaceful and pacifistic by nature, they are perfectly capable of defending themselves from any and all manner of attack. They prefer to resolve conflicts non-violently and never act as the aggressive party, something that the Herralfar and Wodealfar cannot afford to do, although they willingly obey the whims of their Light Elf rulers. 

The Herralfar-- The High Elves are considered the more 'bookworm' type of Elves, gifted in magic beyond all comparison and well versed in the charting of the stars. These Elves are no pushovers however and are willing to use both brain and brawn to fend off all those who would dare attack their home of Alfheim, putting their faith mostly in their magic. Yet they are all too aware that not all knowledge or practices are safe to handle. Relying too much on their magic can over-exhaust them and magic is not to be handled lightly either. 

The Wodealfar-- Of all the three Elven peoples in Alfheim, the tan-skinned and noble, yet savage Wood Elves are without a doubt Alfheim's first true line of defense. These Elves prefer to live in the forests that they call home, living in accordance to nature and the natural order. They shun meat except for the game that they hunt, are masters of the blade and the bow and arrow, and would choose rather to die in battle honorably than to return home in disgrace. Also these Elves pretty much shun armor and prefer to fight wearing animal skins, trusting in their skills as warriors as opposed to protecting themselves. 

The Svartalfar-- The cruel and twisted masters of the haunted sunless realm of Svartalfheim, the pale-skinned Dark Elves are truly are a frightening sight to behold. These beings are the very opposite of their Light Elf counterparts in every way. They are aggressive killers, sadistic and uncaring towards all living things under the sun. They ritually have their faces and bodies scarred from the moment that they are born, and they are bred into battle and domination. Like the Wood Elves, they too are masters of the blade and bow, only these Elves do NOT have a sense of honor. Dark Elves are pretty much the Light Elves gone bad, and just like their High Elf brethren they too can delve in magic, but they do not care about how dangerous or how lethal such power is. They particularly have an everlasting hatred with humans, whom they see as no better than a virus. 

The Orkalfar-- Physically imposing and considered the biggest, strongest breed of Elf, the Orkalfar or Orcs for short are generally the 'heavy hitters' in Dark Elf armies, though they share no love for their brutal overlords. Orcs can come in any skin color, even though green and brown are the most common. When they are not fighting either amongst themselves, their Elven, human and Dwarfish enemies, or even their Dark Elf masters and distant Goblin kinsmen, Orcs have a culture that is all their own. Unlike their Dark Elf overlords, Orcs can and do uphold a code of honor that dictates never to stab an enemy in the back, never to desecrate their remains and that the greatest honor an Orc warrior can achieve is to fight a worthy opponent in combat until they die with a weapon in their hands. Neither good nor evil, Orcs have a rather troubled history and wish to right the wrongs of their ancestors, no matter the cost. 

The Dokkalfar-- Also known as Deep Elves, these beings are rather a monstrous offshoot of Elves. In fact they are actually the conniving, malicious and swarthy race of Goblins. Having lived under the caves and mountains of Svartalfheim, these nearly pint-sized little monsters are mischievous and cunning by nature and they love nothing more than to attack and ambush their victims, using their superior numbers and their Dark Elf masters to aid them. Goblins also have a penchant for swiping their victims' items as their own, no matter how big or small, they think that what they collect makes them feel a bit more important than other beings. So these guys are literal bottom feeders, and they fear sunlight which they believe will turn them into ashes. Trust me, you do not want to underestimate these little trouble makers at all. 

That's all I've got right now. So please tell me what you think? 
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I just saw a poster for the upcoming How to Train Your Dragon sequel..and..well what do you know? There's a WHITE Night Fury in the poster. I wonder if it's gonna be...well...let's just see. 
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As you may have noticed, this journal is about the many different races of beings within my original take on Norse mythology; the Ballad of Thialfi. 

I do realize that this may seem a bit much, but I thought maybe I could at least start describing some of the beings who will take part in my take on the Nine Realms. 

And where better than to start with the Aesir and Vanir, or the Norse Gods, and their hated enemies or sometimes benevolent allies the Jotnar?

Aesir-- Odin's people, the denizens of Asgard, and the sworn protectors of the Nine Realms, these beings are mainly associated with war and martial virtues. Whilst Odin the Allfather is King of Asgard and all the Gods, and according to many the spiritual father of mankind, he is not the warrior he once was. The new protector of Asgard and the Nine Realms, including Midgard, is Odin's first-born son and heir Thor. Whilst the Aesir are in the head deities, they are not always the most forward thinking of Gods. They live only as long as they feast upon the Golden Fruit of Idun. 

Vanir-- Njord's people, these deities are often associated with magic, nature and fertility. Their home of Vanaheim is a fertile grassland, but also a forest realm where the laws of nature take precedence over divine law. Given that they are into fertility, it is not uncommon for the Vanir to indulge in promiscuity or even incest, something that is often frowned upon by their Aesir brethren. They are often the more peaceful of the two tribes of deities, which also unnerves their Aesir compatriots, yet they are no pushovers when it comes to fighting. 

Jotnar-- Perhaps of all the beings in all the Nine Realms, none have a more complicated relationship with the Aesir and Vanir than their distant kinsmen, the Jotnar. While the word Jotunn, the singular for Jotnar, is generally translated as 'Giant', the term actually means 'Devourer', and not without reason. The Jotnar are sometimes inimical and destructive creatures, but other Jotnar seem to get along quite well with the Aesir and Vanir, even well enough to marry into each tribe and produce divine children. They often vary in appearance and some of have been known to use magic, particularly shapeshifting. However to think of them as a race or species would be inappropriate, for they are more like the Titans of Greek Mythology than a race of Giants. 

If you'd like to see more of my interpretations of the races, please comment and let me know. 
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Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda

A Greek Myth Reimagined 

By KingRyHuff

Disclaimer: This is a retelling of one of the most famous Greek Myths of all time albeit with my own twists and turns, partially inspired by some of the most iconic characters in Marvel Comic Books' history, Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil and King T'Challa of Wakanda AKA Black Panther. You'll be surprised by my references, I promise you that.

Chapter One: The Decree of Zeus

Poseidon flew for many miles until at last he reached the palace of Mount Olympus, where the other Gods had gathered. The great Sea-King immediately turned back into his original form as he walked towards the throne. Poseidon, with his olive skin, long seaweed green beard, short seaweed green hair, teal eyes and bright scaly blue armor bowed in respect to his brother Zeus, King of the Gods. 

"Brother Zeus, I bring dire news from the mortal world." Poseidon spoke in a grim voice, which caught Zeus's attention. "Easy there, Brother Poseidon. What has happened?" Zeus inquired. "It is as we have feared. King Acrisius of Argos, in an attempt to avert the prophecy, has abandoned his own daughter Danae and her son to the sea." Poseidon answered directly and Zeus was understandably angry as he calmly spoke, "Then he will be punished." 

"This is a cruel and ruthless crime. It's blasphemy of the worst kind. How dare the tyrant pray to me to forgive his selfishness and cowardly act of defying his fate?!" Zeus roared in anger as he pounded his fist upon the throne, when Hera calmly argued with him. 

"Acrisius has always shown devotion to the Gods of Olympus in the past. He has built many temples and dedicated them to you, great Zeus my husband and King of the Gods. I see no reason as to why Acrisius should be punished for something one of Apollo's whore priestesses gave him a prophecy--." Hera said which offended her stepson, Apollo the Sun-God, greatly. 

"How dare you speak of my own Oracle that way! You may be Queen of Olympus, Hera, but I will not have the honor of my Temple or that of my High Priestess slandered in that manner. The Pythia never lies, no matter how cruel her prophecies can be." Apollo argued in defense of the Oracle. 

"My brother Apollo is right, Hera. Devotion or no devotion, Acrisius is not the sort of King to rule over Argos at all." Artemis argued. 

"Aye, Mother. My half-siblings speak the truth. Acrisius's devotion to Olympus is nothing more than a farce, an act in hopes that we can answer his prayer and give him the son that he does not deserve!" Ares boomed. 

Then Hermes, the silver tongued, light skinned, red and white chiton wearing, golden capped, bright haired and bright eyed Messenger God spoke. "As much as I hate to be the bearer of bad news but inasmuch as Acrisius been putting up his charade for years there's still the matter of Danae and her child Perseus, my own half-brother." 

"Hermes is right. What Acrisius has just committed is an unforgivable act of cruelty. To attempt to murder his own daughter and grandson, even if it is to save his own life and his city, is a crime that defies all virtue." Athena agreed as her owl, Bubo, hooted in agreement. 

"Hoo-hoo. To think we were hoping that Acrisius would have at least shown some compassion. Hoo-hoo. Now we see him for who he truly is on the inside; a monster." Bubo hooted. 

"Indeed he is, Bubo. Nothing can ever wipe out or forgive this one contemptible act of blood! Nothing." Zeus said, though Hera was still unconvinced. 

"Zeus, my husband. Why all this fuss over a girl you philandered with? If she and the child are to die, why not not simply allow it to happen? All this could have been avoided had you just given Acrisius the male heir he desired and had you remained loyal to me, your Queen and lawful wife." Hera implied in anger. 

"What good would that have done, Hera?" Zeus asked as he got up from his throne. "Acrisius would have only become worse as a father! Knowing him, he would have spoiled and indulged that son since birth. And where then would Danae be? Forgotten and mistreated, that's what would have happened to her! In addition, she is an innocent, as his her son Perseus. Acrisius brought the prophecy and the destruction of his kingdom upon himself." 

"Is that what you intend to do, Father? Destroy Argos!? There are innocent people down there. You can't just--." Apollo cried out, pleading with his father to spare the innocent mortals of Argos. "Mind your place, Apollo. Father has spoken. There are always casualties in war, and Acrisius declared war the moment he attempted to drown his own daughter and grandchild." Ares said, staring down at Apollo until Zeus spoke. 

"No, Ares. Apollo is right. The people of Argos are innocent. I've no quarrel with them." Zeus said as he motioned for Hermes to come to him. "Yes, Father?" Hermes asked. "Hermes, I need you to go down to Argos and warn the people to evacuate the city as quickly as they are able to. No one must be left behind." Zeus ordered. "I understand, Father, but where should I tell them to go? They can't just wander around aimlessly and I don't know what city would take in refugees." Hermes inquired. 

"Perhaps Tiryns? Acrisius's brother, King Proetus, would serve as a better monarch for them than he ever could have served them. Where they go however is up to them. What matters, Hermes, is that they are not in Argos when I do what I must to punish Acrisius. Go now, swiftly. Warn the people, Hermes." Zeus answered. "Yes, Father." Hermes saluted as he flew down towards Earth, then Zeus turned to Poseidon and spoke. 

"Brother Poseidon, once the people of Argos have evacuated the city, I command you to raise the wind and the sea to flood Argos. To make certain that no blasphemous statue stands and that no reminder of Acrisius's cruelty remains, I command you to unleash your most powerful creature upon that land. Let loose Cetus! The kingdom of Acrisius must be destroyed!" Zeus roared, much to the horror of the other Olympians. 

Cetus the mighty Sea-Dragon was the most powerful ocean-dwelling creature that Poseidon himself commanded. A monster who could crush ships with a flick of his tail or a swipe from his own webbed claws, one crushing bite from him could lead to death, his breath was a potent mixture of fire and electricity, and worse no weapon made by mortal man could pierce this Dragon's hide. The Olympians feared him so because he had been used before to destroy the ancient continent empire of Atlantis, the most powerful kingdom in the world for its time, when they tried to expand their power beyond the boundaries of the known world. 

If Cetus was powerful enough to destroy the most advanced nation in the world, he would definitely be powerful enough to destroy Argos. They knew Zeus had intended to have Argos destroyed, not only because Argos was destined to be destroyed, but also to punish Acrisius for his selfish heart. Zeus even had a plan to punish him even further. 

Yet for now, Poseidon simply bowed his head, "As you command, Brother." Then Zeus walked towards Poseidon and said, "Yet, be certain that no harm befalls young Danae or her son. Bring them safe to some distant and peaceful shore. Go now, Poseidon. Swiftly." 

Poseidon then took his leave as Zeus looked down at Acrisius who was returning home on his chariot. "Father...what do you intend to do about Acrisius?" Athena asked her father. "There is only one suitable punishment for a King who acts more like an animal than a human being, Athena. I cannot kill himself, Perseus must be the one to do so. However I can show the rest of Greece who this King truly is on the inside." Zeus promised Athena as he glared at the tyrant. 

"I don't understand what you mean, my Lord Zeus. Do you plan on having him suffer?" Bubo asked in concern. "Yes, I do, Bubo. He will become abhorrent to human sight. He'll be shunned and forced to live as an outcast in the swamps and marshes of Lerna, transformed into a mockery of the man he once was...the shameful mark of his vile cruelty...yet...not until he witnesses the destruction of his kingdom." Zeus replied. "I hope that your father knows exactly what he's doing, Athena." Bubo said nervously as Athena nodded. "My feelings, too, Bubo. Father's wrath will be terrible and his retribution against Acrisius will be swift." 

Meanwhile Poseidon dove down into the deepest parts of the ocean and swam down to an enormous cavern that was so pitch black that only a fish that emitted bioluminescence could see what lay inside. While on Olympus, he had legs, in the ocean Poseidon possessed a dark green Merman's tail and he carried his trident which glowed in the darkness, until he heard a deep bestial voice growling within. "What is thy will, O Master Poseidon?" 

"Cetus, you are needed once again. The kingdom of Argos has so offended my brother Zeus and he has ordered me to let you loose upon the city. The people have already evacuated so you are free to destroy everything within the city's limits, but no more than that." Poseidon answered as a bestial growl was heard and two yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, along with a huge row of razor sharp teeth. "I hear thy command, O Master and I obey." 

Up on the surface of Argos, the people were leaving in droves as Hermes guided them out. "Hurry, hurry, everyone. You must flee. A great disaster is coming and your survival depends on abandoning Argos! Whatever you do, don't look back." Hermes advised the people of Argos as a hurricane came down from the south. The trees around Argos creaked and cracked in the wet, moist wind. 

The oceans currents rose as they smashed against the walls of Argos and from out of the depths came a monstrous hybrid of an aquatic mammal, a fish and a fierce Dragon. His body was covered in brightly colored beige scales, he had gills on each side of his face, two fiery yellow forward facing eyes, huge limbs that ended in finned claws which helped him propel through the water, two small wing like appendages on his back that acted more like dorsal fins, and long spikes that ran alongside neck down to his tail which ended in a tail resembling a whale's flukes. 

At at approximate length of 900 ft, weighing in at 80,000 tons, and with a bad attitude to boot; this was Cetus, the Sea-Dragon.  Acrisius and his guards stopped as they caught a glimpse of the gargantuan monster of the depths, the beast responsible for the destruction of Atlantis, too shocked to move and too frightened to stand their ground against this monstrosity. 

Cetus gave a loud blood curdling roar that shook the ground and caused the ebony horses of Acrisius's chariot to break free as they galloped away in terror. Then he reared his head as his chest began glowing bright white and he let out a powerful blast of white-electric-fire that destroyed the walls of Argos in only a manner of seconds, allowing the ocean's waves to desolate the city relentlessly before he moved back down into the ocean. 

As Acrisius watched in horror at the destruction of his kingdom, Zeus began to punish the arrogant King in the worst possible way. With only a flick of his hand, Zeus cried out, "Therion!" 

Acrisius arched his back in pain as his guards gasped in horror, "Your Majesty!"

What they saw next would horrify them even more, as Acrisius roared in agony as his fingers became cloven hoofed claws, his skin became fur which matched his hair and his beard, his feet became like those of a wolf, two huge downward facing goat horns appeared on his head, his teeth became fangs like those of a lion, why his whole body had become bestial even his own face. 

He glared at his own guards in bestial hunger and killed them all, one by one without thinking, with either a swipe of his new claws or his own sword. However, upon seeing the carnage he had committed, Acrisius fled the scene in horror towards the marshes of Lerna. 

Seeing that Acrisius had been properly punished for his beastly attitude towards his own family and people, Zeus sighed. "This is my final judgement on that man. May he suffer forever on account of his cruelty." 

Meanwhile the chest that carried Danae and Perseus was safely carried off to an island paradise far away from mainland Greece, Serifos. Seeing the chest was a young man in his early twenties with golden brown hair, bright blue eyes, light skinned and sporting a simple blue chiton named Dictys who was unmarried, yet had connections in the royal court. 

Jumping out of his own fishing boat, he swam towards the chest and opened it, revealing Danae and little Perseus. "Why, hello there. Welcome to Serifos. I am Dictys, Prince of the island...but also a fisherman by trade. What is your name? And is this your child?" He asked politely. 

"I am...D-D-Danae, daughter of Acrisius...King of Argos...and this is my son, Perseus." Danae answered shakily. "If he is your son, what happened to his father?" Dictys asked in concern. "I...do not know if he has a father. All I remember is...a glittering shower of gold shining down upon me, and weeks later, I became pregnant with my son." Danae answered honestly and in shame. 

Dictys felt pity for the poor teenage girl, but smiled as he offered his hand. "Why not come and live with me? Since you have nowhere else to go, I can let you be part of my family. I may not be Perseus's father by birth, but I will help you raise him as though he was my son, Danae."

Perseus cooed at the young man who offered his hand to Danae, who smiled, "It seems Perseus says yes, Dictys." Then Dictys noticed that Perseus touched his arm. "Can he...see me?" Dictys asked. "I do not know, but perhaps he knows that he can trust you." Danae said much to Dictys's delight. 

Up on Mount Olympus, Poseidon appeared before Zeus and bowed his head in respect, "Good news, Brother Zeus. Danae and her son have been brought safely to the island of Serifos, and the humble fisherman Prince Dictys has offered to raise Perseus as his own child." 

"Good. Good. Perseus will need a man like Dictys as his father figure. Let Danae and her child live on Serifos safe and happy." Zeus said in a content voice. 

"Yet I fear that Perseus has been born blind, Father. How can such a boy survive in a world that is not entirely kind to those who are disadvantaged?" Athena asked in concern before Zeus gave a grin. "Leave that to me, Athena. When he comes of age, I shall visit him myself, yet I will not be me." 

Athena knew exactly what her father meant, yet it would be quite some time before Perseus would grow up and fulfill his destiny.  Until then, he and his mother had survived the wrath of his grandfather and found a new home where they could thrive. 
Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda Chapter One
Here it is. The first 'official' chapter of Perseus's story. Argos has been destroyed, Acrisius is punished severly for his beastly personality, and Perseus and Danae have found a new home. 

In the next chapter, we skip ahead a few years and can only guess at the life that Perseus led in Serifos...but also we come face to face with the man who causes Perseus to go forth on his dangerous quest; King Polydectes, Dictys's older brother. 

For those of you who are curious, I based Cetus's monster form on a mixture of the Sando Aqua Monster from Star Wars Episode One: The Phantom Menace and Godzilla, with a little influence from Smaug. 

I also based Acrisius's bestial form alias 'Kalibos' on a more monstrous and deformed version of the Beast from Disney's Beauty and the Beast. 

Also there was some moderate violence in this chapter. 

Until the next chapter, please read, review and suggest. 
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Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda

A Greek Myth Reimagined 

By KingRyHuff

Disclaimer: This is a retelling of one of the most famous Greek Myths of all time albeit with my own twists and turns, partially inspired by some of the most iconic characters in Marvel Comic Books' history, Matt Murdock AKA Daredevil and King T'Challa of Wakanda AKA Black Panther. You'll be surprised by my references, I promise you that. 

Prologue: The Birth of a Hero

What is it that makes a person who they are? What defines our species as human? Is it appearance? Charm? Power? Wealth? Stature? Or is it how one treats the life they live on Earth and the people around them? 

What of the monsters that great heroes often face? Are they monsters because of their looks and because we do not understand them? Or are they just as complex or as flawed as we humans are? And are humans at times the real monsters? 

Can our humanity be perceived from within ourselves? Are our eyes truly a window into our souls? Or can our other senses tell us good from bad?

Quite the perplexing sort of questions, are they not?

It turns out one such myth can teach us not to judge a book by its cover. The story of Perseus, a young man with a severe disability but with a good heart and great moral strength who undertook a great task and became a hero, is such a myth.

Yet this story is not just about him. This tale is also about the two women who helped him become a man, Medusa the Gorgon and Andromeda, the Warrior-Princess of Aethiopia. 

The story does not begin with Perseus himself, but rather his birth. 

Between the time when the oceans drank Atlantis and the rise of Minoan Crete, it was a mythic age undreamed of in Ancient Greece, when shining city-states lay spread across the Greek mainland as numerous as the stars. The city-states that would one day be the most influential; Athens, Sparta and Thebes were all backwater states, and Mycenae did not yet exist. 

However, there was Argos in the Peloponnese, border-neighbor to the Centaur and Satyr lands of Arcadia to the west. It was a magnificent stronghold as great and as powerful as the city of Troy. Statues, temples and sanctuaries dedicated to the Gods of Olympus had been built as far as the eye could see and the people prospered. Yet something was rotten in the state of Argos. 

In spite of the peoples' prosperity, they lived under the cruel grip of a tyrannical King named Acrisius. Cruel, heartless, domineering and monstrous on the inside, this man was exceedingly ruthless towards his own family. 

His only child was a daughter Danae who, to him, was a bitter reminder of his inability to produce a male heir and a bitter reminder of the loss of his Queen who gave her life to bring Danae into the world. The reason he had built so many temples to Zeus, King of Olympus, was not because he was a devout believer but because he wanted a son, an heir to his bloodline and to pass his throne down onto that son. 

This ache for a male child and heir gripped at his heart so much that he made sacrifice after sacrifice to the Gods, until at last in desperation, he sought out the Pythia, or Oracle, at Delphi. This ancient sanctuary was mysterious as it was often surrounded by a never-ending cloud of mist, vapors and fog, and it was said that Delphi could never be found on any chart, only that it existed for those who truly needed it. 

Once he reached the ancient Temple of Apollo, the aged King with his grayish black hair and beard, his grim light-skinned face, eyes as blue as the day sky, clad in a crimson red cloak and carrying a bronze xiphos sword at his side, journeyed through the mists, climbing the stone stair that led to the Pythia. 

After what seemed like an hour's trek, he finally reached the entrance of the Temple as a woman's voice was heard, "Who comes to Delphi?" Acrisius stepped forward and gave a sigh, "I am...Acrisius, King of Argos." 

Once the King entered the Temple he gazed upon the Pythia, the High Priestess of Apollo, the God of the Sun and Foresight. She was a tan-skinned woman with long flowing black hair, dark brown eyes, clad in a pure milk white chiton. "What brings you to this sacred shrine, Acrisius son of Abas? King of Argos?" She asked, wondering what his purpose was as he threw a bag of golden drachmas at the Temple floor and knelt. 

"Oracle of Apollo, I have come to you in my hour of need. For many years, I have dedicated my life to building many sanctuaries to Olympus, yet the Gods never answer my prayers. Now that I stand before you, I must know. Shall I ever have a son?" Acrisius pleaded humbly and in fear, for an Oracle's words could dictate one's future and no one could escape their fate, no matter how hard they tried. 

"A son? Is that all you desire? A male heir to your kingdom?" The Pythia asked. "Yes. That's all I wish to know, shall I ever have a son?" Acrisius asked, until the Priestess spoke in a cold voice. "No. You shall never have a son, King Acrisius of Argos. However, your daughter Danae will. When he is born your city shall meet the same fate as Atlantis and one day when he is a man, you will be slain by his hand." 

Then the light of the Temple dimmed as the Pythia disappeared into the darkness, leaving Acrisius alone and in terror. "No. No. This can't be true! I shall not allow this to come to pass. Yet I cannot spill my own child's blood. There must be another way to prevent her from having a son." He said to himself before he rode back to Argos on his chariot. 

When he returned to Argos, he realized that one of his palace's towers was barren and empty, so he chose to lock Danae away in that tower. Once he found her and dragged her to the tower, the frightened teenage girl who was as light-skinned as her father yet had dark brown hair, light brown eyes and wore a golden chiton, pleaded with her father not to go through with this plan. "Father, please. What have I done? What have I done?!" 

Instead of answering her straight to her face the moment he placed her in the tower, he slapped her across the face crying out, "Silence! This is for your own good and for the good of Argos, Danae. I curse the day your mother gave her life to bring you into this world. And I curse the day you were born!" 

Danae's eyes were filled with tears as she felt her stinging cheek and her father closed the door on her, yet not before saying to the guard at the door, "She is not to leave this room and no one is to enter it. Fail me, and it will be your head." As he left her, Danae pleaded crying, "Father!" 

When no answer came, the poor girl sat down at the floor of her new prison home and she cried into her arms for what seemed like hours, knowing that her own father had abandoned her to die for there were no other doors and only one window which was impossible to reach. 

It seemed that Acrisius's plan to avert his own death and the destruction of Argos had worked, for no ordinary man could enter the tower. Yet there was one thing that the King could not have counted on, for there was one suitor who would not let something like a tower keep him from seeing Danae; Zeus, the amorous King of the Gods. 

Knowing that he could not use the front entrance to get to Danae, Zeus transformed himself into a glittering shower of gold as he entered the window and shined down upon her as she stopped crying and felt a warm light surround her, unaware of the fact that she was impregnated by the King of Olympus himself. 

Months had seemed to pass for Acrisius, who waited patiently for news of Danae's death as he sat upon his throne anxiously. No news came of Danae's death, but instead he heard something that sounded like a baby crying. Hearing this sound caused Acrisius's black heart to pound faster, "No. It can't be." 

So drawing his sword he ran to the tower and opened the door to discover that not only was Danae alive, but in her arms was a baby boy. He glared at the guard whom he had ordered to watch over Danae and with one swing, he decapitated the poor man. 

Later, Danae and her naked newborn baby, whom she named Perseus, were placed into a large black boxed chest as they were carried off to a cliff's edge where the sea was heard crashing and Acrisius cried out, "Bear witness, Zeus, and all you Gods of high Olympus! I condemn my daughter Danae and her son, Perseus, to the sea. Her guilt and sin have brought SHAME to Argos. I Acrisius, the King, now purge her crime and restore my honor. Their blood is not on my hands! Now...throw them into the sea!" 

Then the chest that carried both of them was thrown into the ocean and Acrisius sighed in relief as he and his guards prepared to leave for Argos, "There. It is done. The ocean shall have its way with them. My future and the safety of Argos is finally ensured." 

Unbeknownst to the tyrant, a seagull had witnessed the terrible act, but this was no ordinary seagull. No, this was the Lord of the Sea, Creator of Horses and the Master of Earthquakes, Poseidon in disguise. He was shocked by what Acrisius was doing and had to inform his brother, Zeus, of this nefarious act before it was too late for Danae and little Perseus. 
Perseus, Medusa and Andromeda Prologue
Well, in addition to my Hercules retelling, I am also doing a prelude to that retelling. It's a retelling of Hercules' half-brother/great-grandfather...yeah I know...it's a complicated mess, Greek mythology, Perseus and his adventures. Except it is with my own ideas, blended with elements from Clash of the Titans, the 1981 classic not the garbage-heap of a mess that was the 2010 remake and its 2012 sequel, the artwork of my friend Khialat, Marvel Comic Book's Daredevil and Black Panther. 

And Master-of-the-boot, if you are reading this, you can definitely see the reference I might have made to the Arnold Schwarzenegger Conan films. 

Yeah, not such a good beginning for a hero, huh? Don't worry though, because Zeus plans to teach Acrisius a little lesson about humility and it will start with Argos. In the next chapter, the Gods discuss Acrisius's cruelty and the consequences there of, along with the creature who, in this retelling, was the beast responsible for the sinking of Atlantis; Cetus, the Sea-Dragon.

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Well...we can mostly agree that the first Mowgli trailer was incredible and it's gonna be quite a stunning film. I believe Andy Serkis was right to have decided to make this film and direct it. It will give us all an insight into the world that Kipling created, not the kid-friendly musical that Disney turned it into for 'sensitive' audiences. 

That being said I DO have some criticism on the trailer. 

Pros:

The setting.

While this film was really shot in South Africa, the jungle background is definitely real and makes you feel as though you are in the jungles of India.

The casting.

Think about it; Christian Bale as the soft-spoken and caring black leopard/panther Bagheera really makes us feel like we're in his world.

Cate Blanchett as Kaa the python sounds menacing, but we have yet to see more of her and I believe she's more of an ally this time around just like in the books instead of a bad guy/gal...whatever.

Rohan Chand definitely fits the role of Kipling's version of Mowgli to a T, despite wearing clothing around his waist...for a good reason according to Western audiences. He's not the wimpy little sheep that Disney turned him into, that's for sure. He truly looks like and feels like Mowgli, the character who inspired Tarzan. 

It's good to see that the theme of 'Who am I in the world of man and animals' is being portrayed in this film, something that Disney NEGLECTED to show in both the animated film and its sequel. Serkis has revealed that Mowgli will see both good and bad within humanity. 

The human cast of Matthew Rhys and Frieda Pinto is stunning, especially given that Pinto grew up reading The Jungle Book and always wanted to be in one. Let's just see how she portrays Messua, Mowgli's adopted human mother. 

Serkis has also revealed that his portrayal of Baloo is strictly more of a harsh taskmaster, pushing Mowgli past his limits, but it's to make sure that the boy survives and joins the pack, something that's rather faithful to the book. So don't even think for a minute that this Baloo is a lazy bum, because he ain't. 

Then we come to one of my personal favorite parts of the trailer, Shere Khan, voiced by the great and truly talented Benedict Cumberbatch, who portrayed Smaug in the Hobbit trilogy. The books often described Shere Khan as a lame tiger, yet never specified what part of him was lame and to hear him with Benedict Cumberbatch's voice is like a dream come true for me. 

Cons

My only concern about this upcoming film is...that the main animal characters...seem a bit cartoonish in comparison to the 2016 version of The Jungle Book. But I suppose that's to be expected.

I mean when you're portraying an animal via motion capture with an anatomy that's not exactly human, it's difficult to make the animal as realistic as possible and to make the expressions, face and eyes as believable as possible.

Serkis may make some more changes to the main animal characters later, but we'll see how things go in the future. 

But on the whole, I'm really excited about this film. I'm definitely gonna see it. 
  • Listening to: Evermore by Josh Groban
Yes! At last, the first trailer for the Andy Serkis directed film, Mowgli, has arrived and it looks stunningly dark and beautiful. 

  • Listening to: Evermore by Josh Groban
I think I've found some inspiration thanks to a fellow deviant, Master-of-the-boot, concerning his comments on my Norse Mythology journal, warofragnarok's page on DA and in part thanks to the artwork of my friend, Khialat. Though with some twists of my own. 

It's probably not the most original take on Norse myth, but it borrows an element from the myth of Romulus and Remus, and will also feature other Norse myths. 

The story is about a young human mortal boy named Thialfi, who was accidentally left behind in the forest as a baby, only to be taken in by a she-wolf and her mate, unaware that he has a huge part to play in preventing Ragnarok, the twilight of the Aesir and Vanir gods, from coming true. 

And you know how much a sucker I am for romance, so I am gonna give Thialfi a love-interest and a forgotten character in Norse mythology, Thrud; daughter of Thor and Sif. 

If you're wondering, Thialfi's an original character of mine...but rather a character from Norse myth...and often seen with his sister, Roskva..though in my version, he doesn't know that she's his sister...yet.

To understand the world I'm creating, see this link;  Norse MythologyI do have to admit that I grew up on the classical Greek myths, and let me tell you they are truly relatable. Though at the same time, I've also had a fascination with Norse mythology. 
You can practically thank the Vikings for that...and my helping my friend Khialat with his works. Funnily enough, it was a few Norse myths that helped inspire both J.R.R. Tolkien and C.S. Lewis in their famous works.  
For Tolkien, it was the Dragon from Beowulf and Fafnir from the Volsung Saga that inspired him to create Smaug, and strangely enough it was Fafnir and the ring Andvaranaut that inspired Gollum and the One Ring. 
For Lewis in the third Narnia book, Voyage of the Dawn Treader, Fafnir again was a big influence...if you remember what happened with Eustace and the treasure. 
The Thor movies have also piqued my interest in Norse mythology, too. Even the concept of the Nine Realms...it's incredible, especially to us who still believe that Pluto is a planet. Though in hindsigh
 

It's only an idea, but it just might work. 
  • Listening to: Evermore by Josh Groban
You know something, I only ever watched the first season of Game of Thrones because of Sean Bean who played Ned Stark and Boromir in LOTR. 

When they killed him off, I sort of lost interest and saw Game of Thrones for what it was, at the time, an epic fantasy version of dirty politics. 

Please forgive my beliefs, I'm not saying that I'm not going to give Game of Thrones another chance. I want to. It's just that I believe that dirty politics DON'T belong in epic fantasy series. They belong in gangster films. 

But I guess it's just my semi black-and-white/gray morality talking. I simply prefer Tolkien's idea of a fantasy world over Martin's. The battles may favor Martin, but when it comes to world building and heroes, Tolkien rules them all. 

To me Game of Thrones, while it is incredible in integrating certain cultures from the Dark and Middle Ages, is too much a reminder of our royally messed up world. 

Whereas with Tolkien's work, this is a world that you can truly escape, a place that is naturally beautiful and terrible at the same time. A place wrought with evil, but still harbors a sense of good. That's a world I'd prefer over Westeros and Easternos. 

Sorry GoT fans everywhere, but I have voiced my opinion which is a lot nicer than saying something I'm not going to say publicly. 

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The Twelve Labors of Hercules

A Greek Myth Reimagined by KingRyHuff

Disclaimer: This is only a reimagined version of one of the most famous Greek myths of all time. I'll understand if I'm a little bit off in my understanding of Greek myths, but this is my retelling of Heracles or Hercules as most people in the world would call him now. So please, forgive me if I'm taking a few liberties with this retelling.

Now this chapter may include some graphic violence and gore as told in a flashback, so you've all been warned. 

Chapter Three: Tales of War and Chiron

As Hercules and Meg walked towards the royal palace, the boy could barely keep his eyes off the girl that he was in love with and neither could the girl keep her eyes off of him. Never before in Thebes had anyone ever been so in love and so young in age. While many people found it odd for a princess to be in love with the son of a general, supposedly, it was not unusual. Hercules actually was a prince in all but title as his mother Alcmene was a member of the royal House of Perseus. 

Once they reached the palace, Hercules said, "Well, here we are. Home and just in time for dinner--." As he said those words, Meg quickly kissed his lips, much to his surprise as he gently kissed back. After the kiss, Meg and Hercules smiled at each other. "I'll definitely see you tomorrow, Wonder Boy. I love you." Meg said to her sweetheart as she went to speak with her father, King Creon. "I love you, too, Meg." Hercules whispered to himself. 

"Hey, Herc!" A boy's voice cried out as Hercules turned to see a ten year old boy with tan skin, long dark brown hair and dark blue eyes, wearing a white chiton and in his hand was a scroll. "Oh, hey, Iphicles." Hercules said, for this was his younger triplet brother, Iphicles. "How was your day with Meg? I can definitely tell that you're blushing." Iphicles said with a smirk on his face. 

"Iph. I wish you wouldn't tease me so much about my feelings for Meg. You know how I value our friendship." Hercules said with a blush, even though he knew his teacher's pet of a brother was trying to be supportive. "Yeah, I know. However I did just see you and Meg playing kissy-face with each other. Does King Creon know about this?" Iphicles asked. 

"No. Not yet, Iph. I just don't want the King to get the wrong idea about us. I love her." Hercules said nervously as Iphicles patted his taller brother's shoulder. "I know. You've told me, Laonome, Mom and Dad one too many times. I'm actually happy for you, bro." Iphicles said. "That's not the problem, Iphicles. She's a princess and we're--." 

"Of the House of Perseus, Hercules. So in all terms we are of royal blood save for the title." Said a rich voice as Hercules turned to see a man in his late thirties to early forties with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes, a thick dark brown beard, wearing a bronze cuirass, bronze greaves on both legs, a Corinthian helmet with purple dyed horsehair that extended from side to side, a reminder of his former life as a Mycenaean general, and a dark green cloak, the colors of Thebes. This man was General Amphitryon, the father of both Iphicles and Laonome, husband to Alcmene and Hercules' adopted father or stepfather. 

"Dad? You listened in? I...I'm sorry I overstepped my bounds with Megara. But I love her--." Hercules said, nervous that Amphitryon would punish him. "I know that you do. Princess Megara cares about you. She always has, Hercules. However, not everyone in Greece will see your relationship the way we do and the way King Creon does." Amphitryon said as he put his hand on his adopted son's shoulder before he heard Iphicles clearing his throat. "Oh, sorry. Hello, Iphicles. How has studying been under Master Daedalus?" 

"Studying's been great, Dad. Daedalus is truly a genius when it comes to teaching." Iphicles said with pride, though Hercules was sweating heavily. "Hercules, have you and Megara been ignoring your studies again?" Amphitryon glared at Hercules, knowing his son only too well. 

"Now, now, General Amphitryon. Hercules and Megara already had their lessons earlier today, I let them have the afternoon off." Said another voice as they all turned to see a man in his mid forties with grayish-black hair, a short grayish-black beard, grey eyes, and clad in a silver tunic. This man was Daedalus, a native of Athens and the greatest inventor and genius in all the Hellenic world, yet he did not believe that about himself. 

"Ah, Master Daedalus. I trust you've been teaching my children and the princess well in my absence?" Amphitryon asked of Daedalus who nodded. "I have, sir. Your sons and daughter are learning quite well. Especially Master Iphicles. He's quite the scholar." Daedalus said with a slight smile, which he rarely did. For Daedalus had a tragic past that cost him everything, yet he rarely told his story to anyone for his story often brought up memories that he wanted to forget. 

"Thank you, Master Daedalus...and proud of it, too." Iphicles said with a grin. "Hercules, Iphicles. Dinner is nearly ready." Said a woman's voice. Then Hercules and Iphicles cried out jinxing as they walked towards their quarters of the palace, "Coming, Mom." 

Inside the kitchen was a woman in her mid to late thirties with long flowing black hair, dark brown eyes, olive skinned and wore a dark purple chiton and on her head was a laurel wreath crown. This woman was Alcmene, wife of Amphitryon, mother to Hercules, Iphicles and Laonome, and formerly a princess of Mycenae. When her husband was not at home, she served as an adviser to King Creon on matters of Mycenae and wore the chiton in her relationship to Amphitryon, not that the General minded. She also believed in giving more rights to Greek women; rich or poor, citizen or slave, all women deserved a chance to make their own destinies.

She was making one of Hercules' favorite meals, marinated chicken seasoned with rosemary, garlic and onions and fresh bread on the side, but in a world without electricity it was not easy to make this dish. Hercules did not mind at all. He understood that cooking, like love, had to be handled with care as his mother had always told him. Also while he enjoyed eating a lot, he preferred poultry and fish over red meat. 

Helping Alcmene in the kitchen was a ten year old girl with curly black hair, dark blue eyes, olive skinned, and dressed in a bright pink chiton named Laonome, the youngest of the triplets. While she was the light of both Alcmene and Amphitryon's lives, she was kind of a spoiled little princess and not without reason. She believed that as a daughter of the House of Perseus, she was above the four things that Greek girls were supposed to do in life; marry a Greek boy, make Greek babies, be a housewife, and to feed everyone until the day she died. She hated the fact that most girls like her were only seen as property value or breeding stock instead of as people, she was not even that great a cook and she loathed having her clothing smell of food. 

She was definitely kneading the bread too hard as Alcmene noticed and said softly, "Laonome, you're kneading too hard. You need to work gently with bread. You must learn to handle food carefully." Laonome sighed in annoyance, "Ugh. Mom...this is entirely beneath a daughter of the House of Perseus to cook and clean after my father and brothers." 

Alcmene sighed as she spoke, "I know that it isn't fair for you, Laonome, but life as a woman in these lands is unfair, even if King Creon is trying his best to rewrite the laws of Thebes. We cook, we clean and we let the men do as they please. That's our lot in life, dear daughter. It's not a lot, but it's our life." Alcmene laughed a bit, while Laonome frowned at that comment. "Yet Her Prissiness, Princess Megara, can just get away with what she's doing especially with how she's trying to take Hercules away from us?" 

"Now who said that she was trying to take Hercules away from us, Laonome? I never said that. Besides you know how close Megara is to your brother. They have each other's backs no matter what the situation." Alcmene said, but Laonome was not convinced. "It's not fair that Hercules prefers spending time with her over spending time with us, his real family. What does she have that we don't? Huh?" 

Alcmene was about to answer when Hercules spoke up, "You worry too much, little sis. Meg and I are the best of friends--." Laonome then noticed his lips and grinned in a teasing manner, "Oh? 'Best of friends', huh? Have you been kissing her behind our backs, Herc?" 

Then Alcmene said, "So what if he has? It has always been clear to us and to the King that Hercules and Megara love each other as more than just friends. I have no objection to him loving her in that way, even if the rest of Greece says otherwise." Hearing those words made Hercules smile, "Thanks, Mom. At least you, Dad and Iphicles support me." 

"Hey, I never said that I didn't support you, Herc. I'm only saying that Meg has it easier in life than I do." Laonome argued. "Uh wait, no she doesn't, Laonome. She never knew her own mother, so saying that she has it easier in life isn't exactly true." Alcmene said. "Fine. Doesn't mean that I have to feel pity for her or like my lot in life." Laonome sighed in defeat as she went back to kneading bread. 

After dinner, Amphitryon had begun to tell his family about the recent battle that he had taken part in, the Battle of the Cithaeron Mountain Range. 

(Flashback) 

It was a bleak and rainy day as the Theban army clad in green and numbering at least two-thousand to two-thousand-five-hundred strong held the high ground. Amphitryon had ordered his hoplites to form a strange formation at the base of the mountain range in the shape of a waning crescent moon. 

In the center of the phalanx were the Sacred Band, noted for their longer spears and their more ornate armor. Behind the phalanx were the skirmishers, including slingers, javelin men and well equipped archers. Leading the army was Amphitryon himself as he grabbed his shield and spear. 

Down in the valley below clad in blue and gold was the Cretan army who numbered four-thousand strong and had camped out in the rain and muck. They did not know the territory as the Thebans did, but they had the advantage of numbers and the dreaded Bull Guard, an elite corps of five-hundred-men, at their disposal. What had made the Bull Guard so dangerous was that instead of fighting in the phalanx like the rest of the Cretan hoplites, they preferred to charge at their enemies. 

They, like all Cretan soldiers, had helmets that were adorned with nasty looking bull horns, yet unlike their hoplite counterparts they wore little to no body armor, filed their teeth down to sharp points, scarred their own bodies, and instead of carrying spears and shields, they carried exotic looking swords known as khopesh and giant battle axes. These soldiers were not exactly right in the head and they had a tendency to ignore pain and collect the heads of their enemies. Most troops who faced these fanatical soldiers normally downed their tools and ran for the hills, save for the Spartans and the Theban Sacred Band. To say that these soldiers were more beast than human would be an understatement. 

Also among the Cretan numbers were the renowned Cretan archers, who carried a shield and a long recurved bow.

Expecting a quick victory, the Cretan commander Daikantos had ordered the Bull Guard to make the first move. Roaring and howling, the battle-crazed Bull Guard charged up the slopes of the mountain in spite of the rain and mud. Anticipating that the Cretans would send the Bull Guard up first, Amphitryon ordered his archers and slingers to let loose their ammunition on them. 

Soon the rain was blocked out by a hail of stones and arrows as they flew down upon the Bull Guard, many of whom had been hit on the head with a sling stone causing either an instant kill or a sure bet to make them angrier and being peppered with arrows whilst not wearing any protection was a death trap. However it was not enough to kill them all, as many were still eager to fight despite the number of arrows in their chests and bodies. They even ignored the comrades who had been shot in the throat.

Amphitryon ordered the Sacred Band to form their phalanx and march towards the advancing Bull Guard, for he had a plan. Once the Bull Guard were in reach, they raised their weapons and charged once again whilst Amphitryon ordered the Sacred Band to hold their ground. 

The vicious Cretan Bull Guard crashed against the shield wall, only to be pushed back and brutally impaled by Theban spears as blood spattered the ground and the Sacred Band's armor and shields. In spite of the Sacred Band's best efforts, they needed their fellow hoplites. When Amphitryon cried out, the regular hoplites surrounded the Bull Guard and cut them down to pieces. 

Daikantos and the Cretan army were taken aback by surprise. So in their haste, they started to march up the hill and in doing so the Theban hoplites made a formation in the shape of a waxing crescent moon which confused the Cretans yet again. When they clashed once more, it was the beginning of another bloodbath. Screams filled the air, torrents of arrows, javelins and slings blackened the sky, rain and blood filled the ground that both Cretans and Thebans were beginning to lose balance and fall to their deaths. 

The tide of the battle turned when Amphitryon saw Daikantos rallying his men. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a javelin and aimed it directly at the Cretan commander. His aim was true that day and the javelin lodged itself straight at Daikantos's throat, killing him immediately. The Cretans upon seeing their commander killed fled the battlefield back towards their ships with the Thebans in hot pursuit. 

As the Thebans chased their Cretan counterparts Amphitryon found Daikantos's corpse, drew his sword and with one swing decapitated him as a further insult to his enemies. 

(End flashback.)

"And when I decapitated Daikantos, the Cretan army returned to their ships and sailed back to that barbaric island kingdom of theirs. Victory was ours, but we nearly lost half our own men. The Cretan archers and the Bull Guard had done a number on us. I was not certain that my plan would work." Amphitryon said with a grim tone in his voice. 

"Yet you survived Amphitryon. The Gods had willed it so, Zeus willed it so." Alcmene said trying to cheer her husband up and Amphitryon smiled at his wife's confidence. "If the Gods had willed it so, perhaps it's also because you willed it so, Alcmene. I have everything to come home to; a loving wife and three wonderful children."

"What if Minos were to raise another army and seek out his revenge on you, Dad?" Hercules asked in concern. "Then we will need to prepare for another Cretan invasion, Hercules. King Minos is determined to dominate all the city-states by any means necessary. He has Athens under his boot already and intends to inflict the same fate on the rest of the Greek mainland." Amphitryon said reassuring his adopted son. 

"Is it true what they say about him? That he sits on a throne of gold, his left hand is bitten off and wields a serrated kopis as a weapon?" Iphicles asked. "And that Minos sacrifices his own people to his monstrous pet, the Minotaur?" Laonome asked. Amphitryon simply shrugged at the questions as he said, "Who can say? I've never seen Minos face to face, nor do I hope to. One thing I do know is that he is the most ruthless King ever to sit on the Bull Throne of Knossos." 

As Hercules and his family were having dinner, Meg was talking to her father King Creon, a man in his early to mid fifties with light skin, a dark grey beard and light brown eyes who sat upon his marble throne clad in a dark purple cloak and a golden laurel wreath crown on his head. "Megara, my daughter. Whilst I am glad that Hercules was around the area when you bathed, there may come a time when he's not there to protect you should someone else stumble upon you bathing." Creon scolded his youngest child and the last living reminder of his late wife, Henioche. 

"Daddy, we've had this conversation before. I'm not a helpless baby, I'm ten years old--." Meg groaned in annoyance until Creon frowned and spoke, "Take it seriously, Megara!" As he said those words, Meg was shocked until Creon softened his face, "I say it only out of love, daughter. You are the only thing I have left to remind me of your mother." 

"Was she really like me, Daddy?" Meg asked hopefully. "I wish that I had known her." Creon smiled as he got up from the throne and said as he hugged her, "Yes, Meg. She was exactly like you. Fearless, unafraid to speak her mind, kind and I loved her greatly for it, even if I didn't always show how much I cared, she knew."

Then one of the Sacred Band cried out as he ran towards the King, "King Creon! King Creon!" 

As the royal guard panted heavily, the King spoke, "Yes? What's the problem? And catch your breath, son." The grateful soldier, still breathing heavily, nodded as he spoke,"Yes, Sire. Chiron has come to Thebes. He says that there is a demigod in our city and he wishes to speak to you personally." Creon was surprised, yet felt honored at the same time as he instructed the guard, "Then let him approach. This is a rare honor that Chiron, Aleph of the Sky-Watcher tribe and the Trainer of Heroes, should come to Thebes."

The people of Thebes were in for a great surprise as the Seven Gates opened all at once and in came Chiron, the Trainer of Heroes, Aleph, chief in the Centaur language, of the Sky-Watcher Nisyros, tribe in the Centaur tongue, and the wisest of all Centaurs.

Humans were not the only inhabitants of the Greek mainland, for they shared Greece with some of the most unusual beings in existence. Among those beings were the Centaurs, beings who were half-human and half-horse. Of course the only physical parts of them that were human included their faces, teeth and hands. The rest of their bodies were completely equine in appearance, including their ears, noses and skin, the latter of which matched the color of their lower horse body. 

Also unlike their human neighbors, the idea of clothing to them was incomprehensible even in times of war and they had a secret technology that the humans were yet to discover; iron. Stronger in quality than bronze, but rare to find for iron was a gift from the Gods of Olympus to those whom they had trusted. They believed that mankind was not yet ready for iron technology or iron weapons, particularly the Spartans and Crete whom they knew would misuse this gift to conquer all of Greece.

Yet Chiron, whose body was as white as his lower horse body, his dark grey hair stretching across his back as a mane, was more than just the Trainer of Heroes. He was respected as the most noble of his people, yet it often earned him the ire of his rival chiefs, including his own half-brother, Nessus. He was firm, but fair in everything that he did. He was kind, civilized and intelligent. He only fought when he had to and was ever dedicated to the will of Zeus. 

His eyes which were as dark as night could definitely sense a lie and at his side was a type of sword that would one day be associated with Roman cavalrymen called a spatha. To see Chiron in person was a rare honor, though many people were wary of him. For he could not deny that his kind had earned a reputation that would give most humans pause. 

The Centaurs, who roamed the wild forested plain-lands of Arcadia in the Peloponnese region of Greece and fiercely guarded it, were rather infamous for their hostility towards humans; particularly towards their neighbors to the south, their sworn enemies the Spartans. Some Centaurs were more bestial than others preferring to capture and rape innocent girls, whether they were human girls or Nymphs. Some Centaur tribes preferred to help their human neighbors, others wanted to wish them harm and this often led to violent clashes between themselves. 

Chiron had not come for a fight, because otherwise he would not have come to Thebes all by himself. Nay, he had come for another purpose. His purpose lay within the palace of King Creon himself, yet would the King hear his plea or would fate have other plans? 
The Twelve Labors of Hercules Chapter Three
There you have it. The third chapter of my Hercules retelling, which shows the relationship between Hercules and his family, a short appearance from Daedalus and King Creon, a battle between the Cretan and Theban armies, the love between Meg and her father King Creon and Chiron coming into Thebes. 

I know I said that I was planning on something else for this chapter, but I promise you...in the next chapter...yeah, I'll live up to my word. 

And yes, I've sort of given Daedalus a look based on Tony Stark AKA Iron Man, also based Laonome's disdain for a Greek girl's purpose in life on My Big Fat Greek Wedding and I've based my Centaurs somewhat on the Centaurs from Narnia, the ponies from MLP: FiM, horses from the real world, and on Mesoamerican and Native American tribesmen. 

And yes, I've sort of based Meg and Creon's father-daughter relation on both Triton and Ariel from the Little Mermaid and Belle and Maurice's from both versions of Disney's Beauty and the Beast. 

In the next chapter, Chiron states his purpose in Thebes and Hercules learns that he's a demigod. Will he take the news fondly or not? And when Meg offers to go with him, what will King Creon say? 

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The Twelve Labors of Hercules

A Greek Myth Reimagined by KingRyHuff

Disclaimer: This is only a reimagined version of one of the most famous Greek myths of all time. I'll understand if I'm a little bit off in my understanding of Greek myths, but this is my retelling of Heracles or Hercules as most people in the world would call him now. So please, forgive me if I'm taking a few liberties with this retelling. 

Also there will be some nudity in this chapter, but it will be innocent nudity, in other words simple naturism. I mean in this chapter Hercules and Meg are only ten after all...the age of consent is age eighteen. 

Lastly, this story is not entirely meant to be historically accurate, since I am making changes. Ye hath been 
warned.

Chapter Two: The Childhood of A Demigod

Time passed slowly on Earth as compared to time on Olympus, ten years to be precise, and much had happened in that ten year timeframe. Minos had begun to spread his influence across the Greek mainland, sending his soldiers to every patch of land in Greece and capture any unfortunate soul to bring back to Crete and feed them to his monster, the Minotaur. Athens was now compelled for every seven years to send seven male youths in their prime and seven female virgins on the cusp of womanhood to Crete as a sacrifice for the Minotaur in order to prevent war with Minos. The same could not be said of the other city-states who were always ready to defy him. 

Yet Minos still persisted in his dark dream to extend his power far beyond the subjugation of Athens and his next target was Thebes, one of the only city-states that had openly defeated him in battle on land and on sea. The Theban people had one man to thank for their survival against the Cretan onslaught, General Amphitryon. Now what gave the Theban army an advantage over the Cretans in battle was not the weapons that they used, each side had bronze weapons for iron technology did not exist among the city-states or in Crete as of yet, but rather Amphitryon's knowledge of the land and naval expertise. 

What also tipped the balance in favor of the Thebans was an elite corps of three-hundred soldiers, consisting of one-hundred-and -fifty pairs of male lovers who were chosen for their ability and merit regardless of their social class. Homosexuality was not seen so much of a vice in that time, in fact it was mostly encouraged so as to strengthen a bond between brothers in arms. These soldiers were as disciplined and as skilled in battle as the Spartans and dedicated to the defense of Thebes as their motherland. They were known to the Theban people as the City Band, but one day they would be forever renowned, or reviled depending on a certain point of view, in history as the Sacred Band of Thebes. Though for now they were the royal bodyguard of King Creon.

Though they were outnumbered two to one, the Theban army was able to push the Cretan army back to their heathen island-empire. There were often a few Theban defeats but time was on their side and the Olympians themselves helped somewhat. Yet this setback was not enough to deter Minos from wanting to annex the other Greek city-states. 

Amphitryon had everything to come home to, a loving wife and three children, even though one of them was by all means his stepson, he still loved and cared for that stepson as his own child. He had sworn by Zeus, his patron god, that he would never think less of Hercules at all. He could not partake in every battle against the Cretan army for a reason, his demigod 'son' pretty much needed him as much as he needed his family. 

Growing up, Hercules had always been seen as different from other children in Thebes. In spite of being good-hearted and kind under the guidance of his family, he was awkward and destructively clumsy in comparison to normal children. In the eyes of many people in Thebes, even though he was the son of Amphitryon, he was an outsider in more ways than just one. 

As compared to most children, Hercules as a child was nearly twice the normal size of a mortal child and he was unnaturally strong enough to lift a great tree without any effort at all. Unfortunately, his great strength was hard to control as he was still only a child. Even resting his back on a column was hard for him without an accident happening or shaking hands with him was hard without breaking a bone.

That was not the only problem for at a time when nudity was not considered taboo and more socially acceptable, Hercules' natural body was different. His skin was lighter than most Greek boys and girls, and even his penile area was twice the size of any ordinary boy's. In spite of his mother's encouraging words that he should be proud of his body always, Hercules was often afraid of being judged for his unusual size. 

It was particularly hard to make friends at all due to his strength and shy nature, though he was rather friendly and social. Many other children had chosen to ignore him or avoid him altogether, they even called him a freak, whether to his face or behind his back. One of his only friends however was also his oldest friend and secret love, Princess Megara of Thebes whom nearly everyone called Meg. 

Having been the closest of friends since infancy, Hercules and Meg were nearly inseparable. Her father King Creon knew that Meg was different from most girls and different from most women in Greece. Growing up without her mother in her life was hard for the young princess, but she never let that slow her down or prevent from living a good life. Her father often told her that she reminded him of her late mother Queen Henioche.

It was a comfort to know that something from her mother had survived in Meg, and her father had promised to her that he would honor her mother's spirit through her, even if the other monarchs of Greece had objections to the idea, particularly Sthenelus of Mycenae and the newly crowned King of Sparta Tyndareus. Fat old Sthenelus still wanted Alcmene and her family dead and wanted Creon to surrender them to him, yet he refused. Yet he persisted and he believed that Creon was getting too old and senile as a father. Whereas Tyndareus, who was young and aggressive at the time, believed him too soft and too weak to be a King and a poor father to his daughter.

Considering that Sparta was infamous for treating her girls no better than as breeding stock, even though they had more rights and equality than other girls in the Ancient Greek world, at the same time Sparta did encourage her girls to be as physically fit and as strong as her own boys, this definitely made Tyndareus a deliberate enemy of Creon. One of the few Kings in Greece who did not oppose Creon's way of thinking was Aegeus, ruler of Athens who believed that all people, men and women, deserved a say in how his government should be run.

Yet always on the lips of every Athenian man, woman, child, slave and freeborn was 'liberation'; liberation from their blood debt to Crete. Would someone come to their rescue and free them from the tyranny of Minos? Who could say? The chances of that were slim, yet in secret, King Aegeus was preparing his army and a great 'wooden wall' of ships for war in retribution against Cretan dominance. 

This day however was not that day. This fine yet hot summer day, ten year old Hercules had been taking a short stroll through the woods near Thebes. In public, he often wore a dark grey chiton and dark brown sandals that always seemed to come apart every time he ran. Yet in private, in nature, or in his own home, he preferred being naked. 

Upon hearing the sounds of animals chirping and chittering, Hercules sighed in relief as he began to undress until at last he was as naked as the day he was born. Letting his chiton fall and removing his sandals, the boy said, "There. That's much better. There's no one around to judge me, no one to call me a freak or even an outsider." 

No sooner had he said those words when he heard someone singing or rather vocalizing, but Hercules immediately recognized who it was and smiled hopefully as he asked to himself, "Meg?" So the boy followed the vocalizing until at last he came across a lake where a dark violet chiton was laid on the grass and saw a long flowing mane of red hair and a light skinned frame. While he had been taught never to disturb someone while they were bathing, Hercules could not resist looking at the girl he was truly in love with as he hid behind a tree. 

To Hercules, Meg was definitely the most beautiful girl he had ever met. Sure she was nothing compared to any Olympian goddess or any other minor deity, but it was not just her looks that Hercules was in love with. She was bold, daring and fearless, unafraid to show any skin at all. One look in her bright green eyes would tell anyone else, 'I don't care what you think about me, this is who I am and I'm not afraid to show it.' 

To many boys this would seem like a turn down, but for Hercules, he sure as Hades admired Meg greatly for her courage and often wished that he was more like her. Upon hearing his breathing, Meg immediately turned her head in his direction and grinned to herself as she asked, "Hercules, is that you over there?"

Now Hercules was not that great of a liar, and he knew better than to lie to Meg, so he said blushing, "Yes, Meg. It's me." Meg simply chuckled as she shook her head in amusement. "Herc, we've known each other since we were babies. We've bathed together before, so it isn't like you haven't seen me naked before and vice versa." 

"Meg...that was different. I...I just don't want to get into trouble with your father if he found out that I watched you bathing." Hercules said blushing all over as he covered his groin area, struggling to come out and show himself to her, afraid that she might laugh at him. 

Then Meg had an idea, perhaps this would convince him to come out and bathe with her. "Oh, come on, Herc. Are you afraid that I'm like everyone else and I'll judge you harshly? It's just us, Hercules. No one else is going to judge us. If you show yourself, maybe I'll let you kiss me." 

Hearing those words kicked in for Hercules as he emerged from behind the tree gulping nervously, naked and all, looking at Meg who smiled and motioned for him to come in, "Come on, Herc. You really wouldn't want me to bathe all by myself would you?" 

As she said those words, she batted her eyes at the boy whom she had a crush on all her life. For she had always considered Hercules to be quite handsome for his age and he was the only boy who truly knew her as a person and not as a princess. "I suppose that you're right, Meg." Hercules said as he walked towards her and set foot into the lake with her, which soon helped him relax.

Meg grinned as she walked toward him saying, "I did make a promise and I intend to keep it."  Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned towards his face, waiting for Hercules to kiss her. Hercules gulped nervously, but he gathered his courage and he gently kissed her lips. 

As they gently kissed, both Hercules and Meg were smiling to themselves and once the kiss ended, both naked children smiled at each other though Hercules was blushing heavily as he asked, "So was this a one time thing, Meg? Or does this mean that you like me?" 

"What do you think, Herc? Of course I like you more than just as a friend. And no, this isn't a one time thing. In public we can't be seen like this together or kiss, but when it's just us...yes...we can definitely do this as much as we want." Meg said with a grin as they began to splash each other, laughing with joy. 

While many people in Thebes were wary of Hercules, they knew that he loved and protected Meg greatly and they knew better than to interfere when it came to young love. 

Hercules was about to kiss Meg again when he heard someone crying out, "Curses! I lost her again!" 

Turning their heads, Hercules and Meg realized they were not alone in the forest. "That sounds just like Actaeon." Hercules said as he got his chiton back on as did Meg. 

Another of Hercules' only friends was a young boy named Actaeon, a short brown haired, dark blue eyed boy of ten with tanned-skin and wearing a dark blue chiton. He also was known for carrying a short, self-made bow and poorly made arrows. To say that Actaeon was not an extremely gifted hunter as of yet would be an understatement. He was only a kid after all. 

When they got dressed, Hercules and Meg could see Actaeon struggling to notch an arrow to his poorly-designed bow. "Poor Actaeon. Still trying to be a hunter and still trying to catch Cerynitis. When will he ever learn?" Meg sighed as she rolled her eyes. 

"Think we should help him, Meg? Actaeon's our friend and he seems determined to be a hunter, even if he's trying to catch a sacred animal." Hercules inquired. Meg simply shrugged her shoulders and nodded. So they walked over towards Actaeon and Hercules spoke first, "Need help, Actaeon?" 

Actaeon gasped in shock until he saw Hercules and Meg and said curtsying Meg, "Oh. Hi, Herc. Princess Megara." 

Meg rolled her eyes in amusement. "You don't need to be so formal with me, Actaeon. I've told you before that I prefer Meg." 

"Oh, sorry...Meg. So...what's up, you two?" Actaeon asked. "I was about to ask you the same thing, Actaeon. Are you still trying to hunt with that bow of yours?" Hercules asked, looking at the poor shape of Actaeon's bow and his arrows. 

"Come on, Herc. It's not my fault that I'm not good at making a bow or fletching an arrow. I just want to prove to my family that I can provide for them...and also to prove to Thebes that I'm not just an accident prone kid...no offense, Herc." Actaeon said. "None taken." Hercules said shrugging his shoulders. 

"You do realize you're going after an extremely fast animal, don't you, Actaeon? Cerynitis is sacred to Artemis, if you shot and killed her, you would have to answer to Artemis. You know that, don't you?" Meg asked, hoping that Actaeon knew what he was doing. 

"Meg, of course I know that. I know that the Ceryneian Hind is sacred to Artemis. I just want to catch her and release her, not kill her. I just can't seem to get this bow to work!" Actaeon cried out in frustration. Then Hercules had an idea as he grabbed a tree-branch from a nearby tree and started to use his strength to bring it down, then he began to make a bow for Actaeon, using his own nails to carve the bow into shape. 

Actaeon and Meg were amazed, "Wow. Hercules, I...I don't know what to say." Actaeon said as Hercules found some string and attached it to the bow. Then he found some smaller pieces of wood, stone string and bird feathers to make some arrows. Moments later, Hercules presented Actaeon with his new bow and arrows. The bow was about the same size as Actaeon, and just as powerful. "Thanks, Herc. I owe you one, buddy. Now I can start turning the Hind and--." 

"Wait, Actaeon. Aren't you pushing your luck a little too far? Why not just hunt something less challenging for a start? Like a bird or a rabbit?" Meg insisted. "That's too easy, Meg. I want to go for big-game animals like deer or boars. But I suppose I have to start somewhere. Thanks. I'll try this thing out. " Actaeon said as he set out hunting once again. 

Hercules then realized that it was getting close to sunset. "Would you like me to walk you home, Meg? After all we do live together in the palace, I thought--." Hercules offered to his sweetheart, then Meg hugged him and kissed his cheek as she said, "Definitely." Then the two young lovers walked back towards Thebes, not realizing that they were being watched by a golden deer with small bronze antlers and brass hooves called Cerynitis, the Ceryneian Hind.

These two had a destiny together and their fates were tied to one another, for the fate of Greece would hang upon them sticking together no matter what. The Gods of Olympus were often mysterious and their motives were erratic. When their destinies would come to them, no one but the Gods would know. 
The Twelve Labors of Hercules Chapter Two
So here we are; the second chapter of my retelling of the myth of Hercules. Probably not much of a chapter but it does reveal Hercules and Meg's characters and also describes the war between Thebes and Crete. I also introduced Actaeon as I promised. 

Also there are some references to actual Greek history and Greek mythology, see if you can point them out. 

And yeah...there was some minor nudity in this chapter...not so bad now is it? 

The next chapter will be where I introduce Hercules' family, Daedalus, King Creon and Chiron, the Aleph (chief) of the Sky-Watcher Nisyros (tribe) of Centaurs, who has been tasked by Zeus to take Hercules in as a student and to live among his tribe. And when Meg offers to come with him, what will King Creon say to this? Will he let her go or not? 

I might discuss the latter in the chapter after this next chapter. 

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You know...I never thought I'd say this...but the clips for Batman Ninja look fucking awesome. 

I mean...Batman in the time of Sengoku Jidai, 'the Age of the Country at War' in Japanese, what could possibly be better than that? Steam-punk tech, swordplay...that's definitely Batman done right. I just haven't had the chance to find or see the whole film yet. 

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Dragonfire92379 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Ok, Ry. Now that my recent line of art stuff is done, it's time for the Poké-Digi Knights to finally meet Serena and Yumi's in for a big surprise while they are washing up before dinner. And be ready for a certain hilarious song from Monty Python and the Holy Grail too.
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KingRyHuff Featured By Owner 23 hours ago
Ooh.
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Dragonfire92379 Featured By Owner 23 hours ago
Tai and Ash lead the knights as they slowly made their way upstairs once back in the chateau. Soon they all came into the bedroom armed with their own weapons while Ash and Tai held a lantern each. Soon the gang saw the thing that is under the covers still stretching.
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KingRyHuff Featured By Owner 23 hours ago
Neat. 
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Ok, where we last left off in Serena White... 

"Hey guys, someone washed all our windows up!" Ami said as she looks at the window happily. "Now I can see the entire valley through them again!"

"Even the cobwebs are gone." Palamon said noticing the lack of cobwebs throughout the chateau.

"Oh goody, that takes care of those nasty spiders." Mimi said in relief.

"And guys, check out the suits of armor, they have all been polished off and we can see our reflections and the moonlight gleaming on them." Ash said noticing how well polished the suits of armor are now.

"Pika." Pikachu said while looking at his own reflection in the suits of armor.

"And even all of our weapons have been sharpened and shorted out in the armory." Matt said checking out the armory.

"Amazing, the entire chateau is completely clean." Tai said amazed. Whoever is here must have clean the chateau while the DigiDestined King and his Knights were out!

"From top to bottom." Ash said while looking at how well cleaned the entire places is.

"But who could've done all of this?" Sora asked wondering who would clean the entire chateau up for the knights.
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KingRyHuff Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Next?
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Dragonfire92379 Featured By Owner 1 day ago
"Hey you guys, you better get in the kitchen!" Izzy's voice was heard calling out to the group.
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KingRyHuff Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Next? 
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Fireside-Roleplayer Featured By Owner 3 days ago  Professional Writer
Hey.
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KingRyHuff Featured By Owner 1 day ago
Howdy.
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