AAnA AU X EPIC the Musical
SO I posted this story on my Deviant like a year ago, but since I have been posting here more, thought I would share this here as well, with some minor fixes. Still so proud on how this turned out. Also here is a fanart I actually made before I did the story (hands suck)
This is based on Epic the Musical, mainly the last saga, The Ithaca Saga. The dialogue you will see in this is heavily connected to the two songs, I Canât Help but Wonder and Would You Fall in Love with Me Again, with just minor changes to the lyrics by me to make it more of a normal conversation rather than people singing (I did my best anyways). I also did my best to summarize the other sagas that led up to these two songs. So even if you don't know the musical or the Odyssey by Homer, hopefully, the beginning will help. Also, after much thinking, I decided to skip the part when Odysseus talks to Athena at the end of the song, I Canât Help but Wonder, to keep the story shorter and I saw no need for it in my story. And while it is amazing in the musical itself, I felt like it would take away the emotion Iâve tried to build up in this story.
Allbert as Telemachus - belongs to @lolzwaitwhat
After 20 years, Larie has finally made it back to his home, Peach Creek, where his castle stands tall. His son, Allbert, and his wife, his love, Ann, awaited him. He left with 600 men to fight a war that they won. But during the journey home, he lost all 600 of his men due to monsters, gods, and, in a way, himself.
In a way, he also had died; no longer was he a man who showed mercy. The journey had changed him, made him do things he would never have dreamt of doing: a Cyclops, the God of the Sea, an enchantress, a prophecy that chilled him to the core, sirens, a six-headed sea monster, his men, the God of Gods himself, a nymph, a deadly monstrous whirlpool, and the vengeance of the Sea God. All these things he faced had changed him.
He overcame all of them, his once green eyes, have become red and even lost one, perhaps karma for blinding the cyclops. After all these challenges he was home, but he knew the fight was not yet done, the men in his palace, the men who not only believed they could take his throne, but his wife. He felt a mix of anger and relief, angry that these men were trying to take his wife, but relief, if they are here, it means Ann is still waiting for him and has been able to stall for all these years. She's waiting for him.
He snuck in and heard what these men's plans were, to ambush his son and kill him. And what he heard a man, the clear leader of the group, say about his wife and what he'll do to her when they break down her door. Rage. Rage was all he could feel. While they were all distracted by the plans they were making, he stings his old bow, a bow no man, but himself could string, and he shot an arrow, into the man's throat, with that single arrow, the bloodshed began. Larie begins to kill every man there, no matter how they pleaded or begged, he killed them.
Larie's strategy was something no one could plan for, he even left the weapon room unlocked as bait, giving these men a false sense of hope that they could overtake him. During the fight, his son Allbert came and helped finish the fight. Larie knew immediately it was his son, despite not seeing him for 20 years, he knew. The blue hair, like his, and the gap in his teeth, like his wife. It's his son, helping protect his home, and his mother, Larie couldn't be prouder.
All 108 suitors were dead, and for the first time in many years, the palace was quiet. A quiet that Allbert had never known, these men had spent years in his home, loud parties, fights, hearing what the leader of these men would say about his mother. But now, it was over, and it was all thanks to the man who stood across from him. His father.
âFather?â Allbert asked, after 20 years, the man he only ever heard stories of is standing across from him.Â
âSon,â Larie replied, when he left, Allbert was just a baby, he remembered holding him in his arms, kissing his small head goodbye, but here is now, almost as tall as he is, able to fight. He is so proud of the boy, no, the warrior that stands across from him.
âAll my life, I'd have died to meet you, thought about your name so much it hurts. For twenty years I'd dreamt of how I'd greet you and now that you're here, I can't find the wordsâŠâ Allbert trailed off, there's so much he wants to say right now, so many words to share, that he can't think of how to start. âI'd have died to know you. The days and nights I wish that I could have shown you. For twenty years, I never could outgrow you, and now you're hereâŠâ Allbert continues wanting to get all the words out, âI can't help but wonder what your world must be, if we're like each other, if I have your strength in me. All this time I've wondered if you'd embrace me as your own. Twenty years, I've wandered, for so long I've felt alone.â Allbert finishes, allowing his father to speak now.
âOh, my son, look how much you've grown, the sweetest joy I've known. Twenty years ago, I held you in my arms, how time has flown.â Larie says with a smile, something he hasnât done for years. âUsed to say I'd make the storm clouds cry for you, and I'd capture wind and sky for you. Held you in my arms prepared to die for you, how the time has flown by.â Larie steps closer to Allbert, âI can only wonder what your world has been, things you've had to suffer, and the strength you hold within. All I've ever wanted was to reunite with my own. 20 years we've wandered, but today you're not alone.â Larie wraps his arms around Allbert and pulls him into a hug, âMy son, Iâm finally home!â
A tearful reunion between father and son. Larie, who had left for war when Allbert was just a baby, been away from home for 20 years, could finally hold his son again in his arms. And Allbert, who was too young to remember Larie before he left, heard story after story from his mother, but never truly knew who his father was. He could feel the tears begin to form as his father hugged him, something he never knew till this moment, âFather, how Iâve longed to see you.â
âAllbert, Iâm home.â Larie choked out, but he was not crying from sadness, but pure joy, a feeling he had long missed. As much as he never wanted to let go, to talk for hours with his son, there was one more reunion he had also waited for, for 20 years. His wife, his love, his Ann. Slowly he pulled away from his son, âGo, tell your mother I'm home, I'll be there in a moment.âÂ
âOf course.â Allbert nods as he runs off to tell his mother that father has finally come home. Larie stands there, readying himself to finally see his Ann again, the only woman he had and will love. But just as equal to his excitement, there was a fear, a fear that was due to how much he changed from the man he once was when he stood in the palace 20 years ago. He felt much different from the man Ann fell in love with. âFather?â Larie's thoughts are interrupted by his son's return, âSheâs waiting for you.â Allbert steps aside to allow Larie to walk up the steps. Larie takes a breath before walking up the steps to the bedroom he and his wife shared many years ago. He gets to the door, takes another breath, and pushes it open.
âAnn,â Larie calls out as he walks into the bedroom, a sense of nostalgia hits him, the room is just as it was when he left. He looks around to see that Ann is behind her dressing screen, by her loom.
âIs it you? Have my prayers been answered? Is it really you standing there? Or am I dreaming once more?â Ann asks as she looks through the gaps in her dressing screen. âYou look different, your eyes look tired, your frame is lighter, and your smile is torn. Is it really you, my love?â Ann wants to believe it is him, but after 20 years, she feels hesitant, she has to be sure.
At this moment, Larie felt like it would not be the truth if he answered yes, âI am not the man you fell in love with, I am not the man you once adored, I am not your kind and gentle husband. And I am not the love you knew before.â Larie looks down, not ready to face her. âWould you fall in love with me again, if you knew all I've done? The things I cannot change. Would you love me all the same? I know that you've been waiting for loveâŠâ
âWhat kinds of things did you do?â Ann asked. Larie knew this question would come, and he also knew that he could never lie to her, even if it would make her hate him.
âLeft a trail of red on every island as I traded friends like objects I could use. Hurt more lives than I can count on my hands, but all of that was to bring me back to you, so tell meâŠâ Larie looks up and could see Ann watching him from the small gap. He asks again, âWould you fall in love with me again if you knew all I've done? The things I can't undo, I'm not the man you knew. I know that you've been waiting...â
Ann looks at him, she can see itâs him, but she also sees the pain in his eye from all he had seen, and the fear that she would say no. âIf that's true, could you do me a favor? Just a moment of labor, that could bring me some peace. See that wedding bed, could you carry it over? Lift it high on your shoulders and take it far away from here?â She asks him suddenly with no explanation.
His eye widened in shock, âHow could you say this?â He asks. âI had built that wedding bed with my blood and sweat, carved it into the olive tree where we first met. The symbol of our love everlasting. Do you realize what you have asked me? The only way to move it is to cut it from its roots!â He yelled out as tears fell.
âOnly my husband knew that.â Ann stands and reveals herself from behind the dressing screen, âSo I guess that makes him you!â She calls out, as tears also falls from her eyes
âAnnâŠâ Larie feels as if the world has just slowed. Ann, his Ann stood across the room from him. Older, but still so beautiful, when he left, her long black hair was to the middle of her back, but now it was to her knees. And the cute gap in her teeth still there, but now slightly smaller, something he has always have adored.Â
âI will fall in love with you, over and over again, I don't care how, where, or when! No matter how long it's been, you're mine. Don't tell me you're not the same person, you're always my husband And I've been waiting, waiting, waitingâŠâ Ann repeats the word, âwaitingâ over and over, to emphasize how long it has been, as she walks to him, and he begins to walk to her. Once they meet in the middle, standing right in front of each other, â...waiting for you.â The two embrace, longing for the touch of the other, they stood there for what felt like forever, before Ann lifts her head and looks into his eye. âHow long has it been?â
âI love you.â With those shared words, the two kiss for the first time in forever.
