Melpomene
Writer of Tragedy|Art by ROYTHEART|
The skies bled down into the horizon like the seas after a battle creeping from blue to red as the day began to settle back into place. The seas had been calm, nary a storm in sight leading to waters that churned with a delicate grace allowing swift travel along the edges of the world. Alexander had been swift in his conquest, leaving little to the imagination and expanding beyond what was thought possible. The far East with their tanned skin and dark Gods glowing as a reminder, and now they ventured further South to Aegyptos in their oddly built pyramids and Godlike kings that sat on the throne.
The golden dunes glowed in the sunlight as the city of Alexandria slowly eased into the morning. The Ptolemic dynasty ushered in the new age of Greek settlers that came through the desert to plant themselves within a new civilization of art and scholarship. Yet those too deep within their guarded cities oft forgot the monstrous paths paved by the heads of the Hydra or the flickering tail of the basilisk.
The city was welcoming. Palm trees and small shrubs grew on the edges of cobbled paths, waving gently in the breeze with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. The seas had fared well but now Lysander stepped into an unwelcomingly dry place. How the people that lived in it day in and day out did it was always lost on him. But he managed, the heats of it like Tartarus but as such he would endure.
But the wilderness was what Lysander had grown in, the dangers shaped him and left him almost an anomaly walking through streets. The spartan glare that covered his visage caused others to part but it was that belief he was almost synonymous to the beasts that he was walking among most of the time. He thought they might be right, seeing as he spent more time with the wild wolf than he did among man.
He had not been raised half-wild like the children of Gods often were, left to fester before a kindly predator took pity. But he was certainly placed squarely in the place of the beast, as most Athenians would call him before he even defected from his polis and became the misthios he was now. It was no easy task to be so consumed, in small hopes that Artemis would help light his path at night and guide his bow.
There was a necessity for civilization, however. Even his beaten-in knowledge had a limit and dragons seemed to be elusive despite all that he fought. The Library of Alexandria was his next stop, for all the scholars in Athens they were missing the sheer expansion of wealth found in Alexandria.
Lysander stood out among the people dressed in chitons, staring with careful regal looks, unscarred or blemished by the sun. A Spartan in a library was likely funny to them, he was sure it was mostly Athenians. The scars on his face and arms clear as the sword on his hip. He did not wear his armor to make blending in easier, but never did he walk without his weapons.
One of the library keepers stood cautiously to the side. A small meek man that did not like even the idea of trouble or violence.
“Ah, how may I h-help you?” he asked quietly.
Lysander peered down past his nose and lifted his hand. “Dragons. Show me the scrolls.” He wasted no breath and luckily the little assistant seemed to not be keen on idle conversation as he quickly jumped up to walk through the bustling tables. It was going to be a long day for both of them.
The golden dunes glowed in the sunlight as the city of Alexandria slowly eased into the morning. The Ptolemic dynasty ushered in the new age of Greek settlers that came through the desert to plant themselves within a new civilization of art and scholarship. Yet those too deep within their guarded cities oft forgot the monstrous paths paved by the heads of the Hydra or the flickering tail of the basilisk.
The city was welcoming. Palm trees and small shrubs grew on the edges of cobbled paths, waving gently in the breeze with not a hint of a cloud in the sky. The seas had fared well but now Lysander stepped into an unwelcomingly dry place. How the people that lived in it day in and day out did it was always lost on him. But he managed, the heats of it like Tartarus but as such he would endure.
But the wilderness was what Lysander had grown in, the dangers shaped him and left him almost an anomaly walking through streets. The spartan glare that covered his visage caused others to part but it was that belief he was almost synonymous to the beasts that he was walking among most of the time. He thought they might be right, seeing as he spent more time with the wild wolf than he did among man.
He had not been raised half-wild like the children of Gods often were, left to fester before a kindly predator took pity. But he was certainly placed squarely in the place of the beast, as most Athenians would call him before he even defected from his polis and became the misthios he was now. It was no easy task to be so consumed, in small hopes that Artemis would help light his path at night and guide his bow.
There was a necessity for civilization, however. Even his beaten-in knowledge had a limit and dragons seemed to be elusive despite all that he fought. The Library of Alexandria was his next stop, for all the scholars in Athens they were missing the sheer expansion of wealth found in Alexandria.
Lysander stood out among the people dressed in chitons, staring with careful regal looks, unscarred or blemished by the sun. A Spartan in a library was likely funny to them, he was sure it was mostly Athenians. The scars on his face and arms clear as the sword on his hip. He did not wear his armor to make blending in easier, but never did he walk without his weapons.
One of the library keepers stood cautiously to the side. A small meek man that did not like even the idea of trouble or violence.
“Ah, how may I h-help you?” he asked quietly.
Lysander peered down past his nose and lifted his hand. “Dragons. Show me the scrolls.” He wasted no breath and luckily the little assistant seemed to not be keen on idle conversation as he quickly jumped up to walk through the bustling tables. It was going to be a long day for both of them.