The Demigod's Dream
Chapter 2Discord Roleplay LogStart of the Roleplay: A Demigod's DreamCharacters: Aiden (Demigod), ??, ??Time: Days before the roleplay — The Beginning of an Adventure
He listened to the sound of his own heart—it was a rhythmic dance, one he hoped, deep in his mind, he would never have to hear come to an end. That dance was accompanied by the sound of his breathing, a melody unmatched—so calm, so peaceful. Few people truly appreciate the magnificent sway it represents, a music composed to remind you that you are alive, that you feel, that your dreams can still come true—and a million more emotions besides.
They also failed to understand the magnificence behind the simple act of breathing. According to mortals, it took years and years of evolution just to enable the simple act of inhaling air. But for us, those who know the other side of the world—the immortal side—we know we were made from the whim of gods, from the art of an energy we cannot comprehend, possessed by only a few beings: Gods, Titans, and Primordials. I call them the immortals, collectively, for they have existed for longer than I can truly grasp, watching with amusement and fascination as nations, cities, and tyrannies rise and fall in the blink of an eye.
As fascinating as the concept may sound, I consider their very existence hollow. The same emotions I find so precious, I doubt they've ever really stopped to consider. They will never need to cherish the small details humanity treasures because of its so-called mortality. For them, everything has a beginning and an end. Mortals can feel countless emotions in a short span—or stretch them out so long they last decades or centuries.
It's a life full of mistakes, yet alive, constantly changing. Meanwhile, the immortals seem frozen in a single moment of eternity, trapped in a sick cycle of past and present, refusing to release their infamous rules, only altering them enough to preserve their influence—never truly wishing to change the status quo they so adore.
"What heavy thoughts you carry in that little head of yours, child," said an amused, mocking voice, breaking the peaceful stillness.
At that, Aiden's eyes snapped open, looking around frantically to find the source of the voice. But all he could see was pitch-blackness, and the ground beneath him was flooded—water reached up to his ankles. Unable to locate the speaker, his reaction was predictable.
"Who the hell are you? Show yourself, coward!" I shouted, dropping into a fighting stance, quickly reaching to my belt for my weapons. But when I tried to grab them, I realized I was nearly naked—just in boxers. Gritting my teeth, I took up a boxer's stance instead, tense with nerves.
"Relax, demigod," the unknown voice said calmly.
Those words didn't relax the dark-haired boy at all. He just raised his guard higher, saying nothing. His jaw clenched even tighter, and his brow furrowed deeply.
"I come to you with an offer," the voice said.
"An offer?" asked the son of Nike, raising an eyebrow but keeping his guard up.
"Yes, an offer. As you may have noticed, we seem to share some... opinions about the so-called gods," the voice said, ending with a mocking tone.
"Usually, someone introduces themselves when starting a conversation," Aiden replied with sarcasm, trying to squeeze every bit of information he could from the situation. "Also, for Hades' sake, who the hell are you?" he growled, trying to sound intimidating.
"Who am I? That's for you to find out, little one. Let's just say I'm a helping hand, trying to give you what you want," the unknown voice said with a hint of amusement.
Aiden snorted—clearly, he didn't believe a word this being was saying.
"You know, my grandma always told me never to accept offers from strangers. And seeing as you're just a voice, I'd say I'll pass on whatever you're offering," Aiden said mockingly.
"I see. Just know, little one, this won't be my last offer. We will meet again, filius victoriae. You will come to me sooner rather than later," the voice said with unwavering certainty.
At those words, the entire place began to shake, falling apart around him. Aiden tried to keep his balance, but all he could do was fall into the dark abyss. The last thing he heard before being consumed by darkness was:
"θα δεις το τέλος αυτού που αγαπάς αν δεν φέρεις την απόλυτη νίκη."
These words came from a voice completely different from the one that had been speaking to him until now.
Aiden awoke with a scream, and the only thing he could do was pray it had all been just a dream. But knowing who he was, he didn't expect his hopes to last very long.