Chapter 8 Fate a fool's myth
Silver daring curve. On its body was scales that seemed to tremble as sunlight touched them with red eyed that demanded blood, this was the black serpent lifelike dragon sculpture that made up its body - a relic from the previous Era, the star dragon bow, said to be made from the crystallized body of a still-born evil baby dragon during the Era of the titans. This was the weapon of the Titaness Phoebe, a treasure my mother inherited. My mother loved this bow, I could tell, the way she talked about it and my gallant my grandmother when she wielded it - her eyes sparkled . It's seems motherly love and care is ever present even with the "controversial" titans.
I couldn't help but bitterly chuckled as I stood on a cliff staring at the lazy scattered white cloud floating on the blue sky that seemed to be fainted painted gold by the sun. This world, this island Delos, a paradise and an irony. The island is circular in shape white with four distinct zones that can be identified. Outer zone is the endless blue ocean, magnificent, powerful, dangerous and known fully by none not even Poseidon can claim otherwise. Next circumference is the white sand beaches, not even a weed can be seen in this part a direct contrast to the next zone. The forest; green with touches of white, purple, red and yellow. An umbrella of massive green trees producing many varieties of juicy fruit, bee hives can be found in several corners and the honey made can almost compare with the treasures abosea. Energetic small deer and other peaceful can be seen moving about, when you look at the rivers all you see is was so clear you can sea the paint of green moss at the bottom in places and varying rocks, sand and soil forming a vivid collage. Waterfalls, streams and streams filled with fish, crabs and scallop are everywhere - as though someone stole many of nature's best treasures and crammed them in this island. In the inner most zone there is a lone dead volcano. The forest and ocean another irony, as though cursed lovers gifted an eternity together but can only look at each other and never touch separated by seemingly nothing. It is a paradise, beautiful yet still a prison as hera has made life impossible outside this island. I couldn't help but laugh at the similarity and irony as I looked at the bow in my hand.
Beautiful and a prison. This time fate is my jailer. When Zeus didn't give me a bow like the original Apollo we assumed destiny and fate was a thing of myth. But it seems although destiny can be escaped fate... Fate is unassailable, it is infallible, it is ABSOLUTE!
My actions are not written down or predetermined but it seem as though fate still exist. According to my estimates the world is mechined in such a way that certain things come to pass for example becoming the God of archery. Whether i take the bow from my mother, Zeus, or anywhere else it is irrelevant. What must be..... Shall be....
Fate as though an invincible hand is choking my throat. I try to remove it but the grip only gets tighter the more I fight!