Short Story : The Story Of The Night '

Theseus is a youthful mortal who wanted only, but to know who his father is, so he inquired his mother, Aethra. Aethra had responded saying that his father was Aegeus, king of Athens, but the heart of Aethra truly belonged to the great Poseidon, god of the deep blue sea. Aethra bestowed a sharp, deadly, cold sword and a pair of sandals upon Theseus and she said, “Take them to him, and call him father.”, and, so Theseus went on a quest to find his father, Aegeus.

The next morning, Ramses woke up feeling refreshed and devoured a meal that'd been left in his room. When the guards Prince Cyrillus assigned to stalk him like a shadow only fell in place behind him and didn't try to stop him, Ramses ventured out of his assigned bedchamber and began to explore Prince Cyrillus' living quarters. Nothing interested him until he found the prince's personal combat field.

Quickly night comes, after a full day of traveling towards their next destination which was a small village only a few miles away from Jason’s barn. As they begin to set up camp for the night the moon begins to rise lighting up the area just enough so Jason and Rose are able to see. After completing their shelter they had started to roast some food over an open fire, as Jason began eating his food he started to think about his home again. Even though he had only been gone for a day he missed the place, the fresh air, the open plains, the green grass, and everything else he missed home. Where he was safe and secure, but now he wasn’t, now he was in the open danger lurking everywhere and everyplace he hated it, he feared it! A few hours later,

Theseus Returns to Athens Triumphant: Why Theseus Leaves Adriadne on an Island, How He Keeps the Tributes Busy on the Ship, and Why He Forgets to Raise the Sail.

The entire scene is like that of a terrible nightmare. In a fit of anger, the narrator grabs the spear from Ras’s hand and says:

Because he is the captain of the king’s army and they believe they found the evil rocks lair.

“I’d sure like to meet that lunatic too,” Theseus curtly replied. He downed another glass of wine and continued to drown out the chairs clashing against people’s heads, plates shattering against the walls, and the old man sitting next to him talking about some golden apple. By the time he turned around, the old man had disappeared, and in his place there was a golden apple that said “To the bravest warrior.” Having no clue what to do with it, Theseus decided to show it to the tavern keeper, in case he caught any word of what the old man was saying before.

With his magic paralyzed, Ramesses could only see the shadow of the amber shard in the blond's soul. He could still see the wisps of the young man's soul, but they were blurry and distorted, like a pebble at the bottom of a pool. When Ramesses cast his gaze downward for a moment, he noticed that the ends of the blond's hair almost reached his knees. Ramesses asked, "Is it the tradition of Tyné royalty to wear their hair like a Myksosian pleasure slave or is it just you?"

There was no further interaction between brother and sister that night. Vasilios slept apart, facing outward with his back to her. The following day, he awoke with the dawn, a habit now innate to his very being since his days in the army. For a moment he thought himself still in the camp of his father, rising from a simple cot on the ground in his tent. He let out a sigh as his mind wandered through the usual routines; stretches, brief exercises, a quick wash from the water basin, a brief breakfast, then off to the morning briefing with his father and the other captains. Only, when he opened his grey eyes and instead saw the rich trappings of the Royal Residence rather than the dull hues of a tent, he breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, he had forgotten. Vasilios was King now. With a smile, he closed his eyes to sleep some more.

Karine stood close to Julien, inching away from Ser Isocrates, and saw Otus lunge at Emery. Emery swiftly shifted to his right and parried. He swung his sword over his head and thrust out towards Otus's chest. Her brother parried in front of his heart, his sword slanted upwards, and pushed out. Emery's sword flew back and struck him square in the forehead. The crowd of boys and men roared with laughter once again, and Karine couldn't help but giggle a bit

Alcmaeon was the son of Megacles. He was a clever and crafty Athenian. When I sent out a group of messengers from my great city of Sardis to the Delphic oracle he gladly aided them in their journey. When I was informed by my messenger of Alcmaeons charitable act by my messengers coming back from their trip to oracle, I sent my messengers to the town of Athens to go and find him. When he arrived in Sardis he came to my palace. I showed him my treasure room and told him because of his kindness he could have as much gold as he could carry. Upon hearing this Alcmaeon went into the city to get a loose fitting tunic and buskins too large for his feet. When Alcmaeon came back my servants showed him to my treasure room and left him. He stumbled over

Simply deeming him ambitious, courageous, egotistical would do him no justice. The complexity he presents is unprecedented today, it is as though he is constantly see-sawing between good and evil, virtuous and unethical, affectionate and inconsiderate. Thus, in order to wholly understand the essence of his character it is eminent to glimpse into the patterns of behavior presented- that is to say that pattern of behavior is truly the essence of one’s character rather than a single act in and of itself. Moreover, as an illustration of how complex of a character Alcibiades developed, it proves especially useful to harken back and compare him to a more concrete ethos- Pericles. For, as Aristotle theorized, each vice has a virtuous

"You asked us for our warriors. These are our warriors, bugs so tiny they are only seen by the gods. Live near the opening of this great cave. Only those born here are immune to their great venom." A beguiling man stepped from the shadows, dressed in the finest gems. "I am king Anicetus, this is my great land, Adynami Vedella. So you have met our warriors tell us, will you submit to us. The vile bugs enjoy following their prey. They don 't enjoy their prey escaping, just like we don 't." With that, a group of a hundred twigs of men emerged from the many tunnels going off of the cave system, great carved homes and market spaces lining the walls. The men brandished swords with detailed hilts almost like artwork. A few of Odysseus’ men began to falls down their pale faces contorted in the sudden pain of death. "I will let you go, for I have heard of the great Odysseus. But I

The spell that pinned Ramesses' body to the ground began to recede, but the spell that kept his mouth sealed didn't. His unresponsive magic felt unnatural and disturbing. Ramesses wriggled his toes and fingers, then lifted his head from the ground. Lyron's long, serious face came into clear view when he crouched in front of Ramesses and peered at his face. Desmond said, "His Highness said he's a

It was a warm, aromatic day in Athens, the smell of honeysuckle and orchids hung sweetly in the air. From atop the hill, I could see for miles in any direction, i could see the glittering blue ocean sprawling forth like an endless blanket. To my rear there was a bustling city, lined with white marble and stucco buildings so beautiful it’s like the Gods themselves carefully crafted them. I could hear the sounds of a lute strumming in the courtyard, the cries of seabirds above, and thundering footsteps coming closer. I turned to the sound of running and found one of the royal guard, doubled over and panting. He looked up, his face stricken with fatigue behind his polished bronze helmet. “The King would like,” he stammered between panting breaths,