Horizon

The golden sun burned across the trees, the spring green whipped across them like vibrant emeralds encrusted into every leaf. The beautiful ocean surrounding the giant mountain, its deep grey rocks climbing to the flattened house, its golden, nostalgic glow showering Mahon's pale skin with a gentle warm glow.

His legs kicking off the small ledge, the subtly risen loaf dropping crumbs over the edge, falling to the birds below.

"Ah, if it isn't the great Achilles! I have a job for you!"

"That name again? I told you my name is "

"You can't expect me to pronounce that! Anyway my friend the unkillable, we have the new bounties there are some big ones here, deserters and murderers."

It had been 200 years since Mahon arrived at Skyros, After the death of Xanthus and Yure he had no ties. To make money he became a mercenary, using his regenerative abilities to hunt down murderers, thieves and any criminal he could. His mind always flooded with the thought of Gilgamesh, The only thought was that he had to protect the world.

"I'll take the murderer, then the deserter. They're in the same direction, so I'll kill both of them and come back in a few weeks." Mahon dropped the fliers on the ground next to him, picking up the bread.

"I'll get the necessary arrangements. I'll give you the info too, but first I want to know."

"You've been asking that since you were in your mother's arms."

"It's precisely her, she's not well… Achilles, I want to know, how can she become like you."

"The horizon, it's very beautiful today."

Dmitry sat down, his eyes gazing at the sun, "Please, I lost my father last year. I…"

"You know, it reminds me of my home. The sun was always so bright…

It's been around 75 Olympiads since I last saw that sun, But then again I spent 2000 Olympiads staring at it, my arms a few feet away, my chest skewered, my lungs barely able to move. For the first day it was painful, a week later the hunger reared its head. The first year was the hardest, the worst was when I grew accustomed. I dreamed of all the things I would do when someone finally found me, I dreamed of returning to my home, to seeing my friends, then after 25 Olympiads I realized they were all dead. 1000 stamps is a long time. Did my home even exist for me to return to. It was hell, and that sun I used to love might as well have been the river Styx, After 4000 Stamps I gave up. My mind shutting down, but that only lasted a few moons I lost count, my torture everlasting, each passing second an agony if I forgot to forget the pain. But finally I was found, my body revived. And for ten years I finally lived again, forgetting the pain forgetting the deaths of the millions of deaths, but then I stood as those around me died, every single one. Then I came here, dying over and over again for a good because I suppose, but I wouldn't wish the curse on anyone, not even the thing that killed my lord so… I am sorry about your mother, but as humans we live, and we die, and that's what makes life worth living… without Charon at the end. What's the point?"

"Now I know why they call you Achilles, I'm sorry for asking."

"Wait, you have been a good friend. I will give you my blood, but I will do only that it is your choice if she drinks it or not."

"Thank you, my friend! You're a good friend."