a child unaware of the prestige of his lineage, or of the annihilation brought about by his sire. robbed of knowing his history. while she had little love for most of the pantheon , oftentimes they came across more as squabbling children , there were those few for whom enyo held respect. the twins of leto among that small circle. staring into the eyes of the young boy , there dwells nothing but contradictions looking back at her. child of two worlds , the steady gaze of his father yet only a small spark of the rage that burned the ghost of sparta. the potential for destruction , or a chance to build something new. the unknown fates laid out to divide towards the light or dark unsettled the goddess.
❛ your kin. they share blood with your … father. ❜ the title spat as a curse. ❛ god of archery and goddess of the hunt, amongst other things. their skills each with a bow are unrivalled. ❜ and with their blessings , so too were those under their patronage. ❛ it is a fine weapon to remind you that you have ties beyond this realm. ❜
𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 . of the giants , the gods , and man kind , too . he’s a roaring ocean , where waters from all realms collide to form one endlessly blue horizon . it was those very seas too , that had attempted to drown him , and to do so now for years . the sickness that had plagued him all throughout his childhood , the very symptom of the ichor in his veins , fighting back against the body of a boy who thought himself to be entirely mortal . a child , whom with his golden blood and ribs carved from the mountains of jotunheim , stares down at the bow held within his hands now , as enyo speaks .
gods and goddesses . were they like the aesir ? with his father’s ceaseless silence on the subject , he suspects so ; why else would the man stay so utterly and completely silent on the subject ? the mists of helheim had revealed some things . the death of his grandfather , the murder of the man who fathered his own , one of them . but apart from that , he knew nothing . his book , the one he’d filled with endless notes along their journey , left with empty pages and no names to a side of himself , that not knowing of– had nearly killed him .
features twist subtly , lip snared between teeth gnawed at as he places the arrows given to him , amongst those mistletoe ones that the dwarves had gifted him . “ thank you . i’ll take care of them— i promise . “ god and goddess of archery and hunt ... he was more like his father's heritage , than atreus had ever realized . what with how small he was in comparison to his father , it seemed most if not all of him had come from his mother . his skill with a bow included .
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