When the Owl met Water
by: Felicity Hartington
All content is directly from her story. I take NO credit whatsoever.
They called it the Golden Age because it was the era of High King Perseus. He was a hero, perhaps the grandest hero of all time. But like every young man, he had a weakness. He was in love with an old-blooded enemy’s daughter. But this particular woman happened to be the daughter of Athena, goddess of wisdom and enemy to the High King’s father.
MAY HAVE SEXUAL THEMES
A/N: I really shouldn’t be starting a new story because I take forever to upload, but I can’t stop inspiration! A little heads up Athena and Athene are the same person, people in the age the story takes place had two names for her. Here we go…
In the beginning of the world’s birth, before man was created to walk the Earth. Rhea and Kronos gave birth to six children. One of them was a god by the name of Poseidon. Everyone knows the story of Zeus taking the Heavens, Poseidon the Seas, and Hades the Underworld. But as time wore on a baby was brought to the gates of Olympus, her name Athena. From her first days Athena could plan a battle as no other. Her knowledge and sense of being was inexplicably brilliant for a child such as she. She grew into a thoughtful and ingenious child to a fierce and cunning master.
The gods raised Athena on their shoulders for every battle one. She became the undefeated goddess, the creation of thought and philosophy. Athena had it all. But one god refused to accept her, just as Athena denied accepting him. Poseidon would never relish in Athena’s company, and Athena would never stake a claim on Poseidon’s words. She chose not to see him, as she did the other gods.
The two families of both Athene and Poseidon argued for onto eternity. As the two gods grew more hostile towards each other, wars between Athens and Poseidon’s city, Argos broke out. Millions died, and the blood that was shed for every one of Athena’s and Poseidon’s people, was another marker of their hatred. Finally the wars stopped at Zeus’s word. He ordered Athena to her duties, and Poseidon to his own territory. The two’s uneasy peace lasted on for three hundred years into the medieval period. Until one day, Athena took the last straw of Poseidon’s hay and threw it to the flames.
It was a quiet and uneasy day in which it happened. It was the festival of the gods, both of which Athena and Poseidon were honored by the people on that same day. Poseidon that evening had had too much of the wine, and in his drunken blur, Athena had spiked his wine. Poseidon revealed to Athena where he kept his royal horses, and Athena took one and slayed it. With its blood on her hands she showed to Poseidon his stallion had been killed. Zeus sent them away from each other, threatening eternity in Tartarus if it happened once more.
Another century passed and the Dark Ages of the world rang through. Poseidon and Athena both that year had given birth to two beautiful children. Neither child knew that a deep and ancient prophecy of tragedy had been written about them. Neither child had known that their parents had had a nasty blood feud over their land and relationships. What exactly, on that fateful day did the Fates have in store for the child of grey and the other of green? Their story is about to be told.
When Perseus was born his mother was filled with the greatest and shining light. In her exhaustion and bone-tiredness the boy that she held in her arms was a hero from the start. He was magnificent. A wave of dark hair cradled his small face and gleaming, mischievous green eyes were a marvel. He started out with simple sword play when he could walk. He was taught by his mother’s dear friend and trainer, Chiron. When he grew to the age of ten Perseus could take down a grown man twice his age. He was cunning and skilled, his grace and fluid-like reflexes made him into one of the most handsome bachelors of the city.
At the age of fifteen Perseus was shipped from his city of Argos to Athens to study under the philosopher, Guyros. By that time the world knew of the feats of Perseus. They knew Prince Perseus was rumored to be the son of a god. Some thought of him as a god. Although Perseus was stunning in looks and his curiosity was a little too much, he was polite and an honest gentleman. He would serve as a good king one day to Argos’s deflated kingdom. His mother already had to deal with the horrible cruelty of her brother as king. He promised her he would rule the kingdom strongly and willfully.
One day Perseus was practicing in the arena with Chiron. He had Perseus at knife point, sword to his throat and his back to the wall. Perseus was used to being crushed by his tutor’s fierce and strict methods of fighting. “Think through it Perseus. Look at my stance, my boy.” Chiron’s foot, or feet he should say were imperfectly aligned. One was stretched inward while the other firm, that was his entry point. Chiron had purposely poised that way for him. It sickened him.
“Elementary Chiron, challenge me.” He laughed teasingly. Chiron raised one eyebrow.
“You think you know everything Perseus. You may know your stance and place of fighting, but you are just a babe in the mother’s womb when it comes to protection and strife.” Chiron’s words were laced with grimness and warning.
“You’ve taught me everything Chiron, how could I not?”
“I have not taught you everything Perseus. You have not experienced fighting until someone gets hurt. Until you have seen the blood of a loved one on the ground, under your feet, that is when you will learn. But until then,” He twitched one leg and slid it quickly across Perseus’s own. He was down on the ground within seconds. “You will train like a prince should.” Perseus looked up at his tutor,
“Very well Chiron. When I am king, I will rule with iron in one hand and knowledge in the other.” Chiron laughed,
“As you wish, young king. Now come on, your mother awaits you.” Chiron kneeled down on one of his knees and reached to Perseus. The young prince took it and wiped the dust from his pants. His sweat gathered under his thick, dark hair. He ran a hand through it, he looked to Chiron hoping his trainer would say a word of advice but instead he only turned to him, easing into a trot. “Tighten your belt, and fix your coat. As many times as I tell you that Perseus you still refuse to do it. My boy, were raised on the streets?”
Nearly a two days journey on horseback away was a beautiful, young princess named Annabeth. Annabeth was never one to fit in with her other sisters; she was always the odd one out. Although she accepted wearing dresses finally on her fourteenth birthday. Annabeth was a princess that every king and prince begged the hand of. Her father, king of Athens refused the offer of every hand. He knew his daughter’s worth, even if she hadn’t.
Even at a young age Annabeth had been brought with her father everywhere. Since the time of her fifth birthday she had been dragged to every council meeting with her father, every gladiator fight, and every single trial. Her father was very fond of all his daughters but Annabeth held a glimmer they did not. Annabeth contained an amazing talent of knowledge and brilliance. The gift of Annabeth’s knowledge had been discovered in a brief trial between the king and one of his knights.
“It’s a blood bath Josaiah! If I didn’t know this I would not argue my case with you.” Her father had yelled.
“With all due respect my sire, have you even considered the north ridge? Argos will be completely unsuspecting of our attack there.”
“I do not war with Argos at this point in time, my dear friend. My people are starving out in the streets, the olive trees do not produce anymore, and a horrible plague is beginning to destroy them. I have no more hope for my city, Josaiah.” Annabeth heard her father’s words but only barely. Her mind had been designed like no other mortal’s, for her mind thought of many other possibilities. If the people wanted war, it could be easily won. The Argonians thought they were protected by the sea god’s wrath. They were wrong.
Annabeth clearly spoke out to the men. “Father, my lord Josaiah, you both want war, it will bring wealth and land to Athens if it is won. Our people will not starve if given the opportunity to fight. If you take the opportunity, my dear father I think you shall find,” She got down from her chair and walked to the map that Josaiah sat under, “the mountains of the East give our troops protection from the sea god’s threats and the olive trees grow in our fields near there. Athene will protect us if we walk along her territory.” The knights under her father’s rule looked dumbfounded at the girl’s ability to speak out her thoughts. Her father gave her an encouraging look.
“If the men are to go to war with Argos, we women will tend to our own needs and the children. Of course you will need an army here my father, if Argos’s dull leader, King Ly were to ever attack our city he would have to face our army’s fury. Athene would never let us cry out to her without our calls being heard.” Annabeth’s clear grey eyes lit with certain brilliance when she spoke. Her plans were proven to be fair and easy to do. Her father had respected her more as a companion then as a simple daughter from that day forward.
That year Annabeth had been only twelve. She had already begun to bleed, knowing that her father must marry her to a king. Annabeth could only begin to count down the days of her freedom in Athens. She loved her life, her sisters were all married already, and she had the whole palace to herself when her father was away.
Into her fourteenth year, Annabeth received a bronze knife from Athena herself. It was inscribed with the word, “wisdom” on the hilt in Greek. Annabeth had of course learned to fight; she wasn’t helpless when it came to defending herself. She could fight like a man if she wanted to. She had proven to her father’s doubting companions she could fight, read, and think like a man. Her wisdom and ability to understand was only a prospect of her beauty. Annabeth was gorgeous in every way. Her strong, delicate grey eyes were fierce and stormy like a raging hurricane. Blond curls precariously curled around her flawless face, her full lips made every man in the palace swoon. Her eyebrows were light like the sun, arching so perfectly they set her face in a permanent interested expression.
On the week of the god’s festival King Ly visited Athens. His coming brought a thunderous storm into the city. It was as if Athena herself knew of his arrival. Annabeth’s father had been in a council meeting with her when the angered king stormed in. His red, velvet cape billowed behind in his wake. His dark blue eyes blazed with hatred and venom. Annabeth’s father shielded her with his own body, stepping quickly in front of her.
“King Ly, what have we done now?” Ly’s tall form was engraved with muscle and his long cape, held the symbol of Argos on it. He smiled despite the chilling tone in the king’s voice.
“Don’t feign ignorance my dear Aeron. You know exactly what I come here for; Poseidon deserves the respect he is supposed to be given. Even if you do not see him like the caring father we do.” Annabeth’s father laughed.
“Caring father, Ly? My gods, what have you become? Very well take one our best horses and give it to Poseidon. I don’t care what one it is, just not my daughter’s.” With the mention of “daughter” Ly’s bright, blue eyes turned onto Annabeth.
“Pretty girl you have there. How about we stop this feud with Athene and Poseidon right now? You give me the girl, and I will never bother you again. I’m afraid to say my arrogant nephew is yet to find a bride. He is sixteen now, you know? The girl will serve great sons for him.” A thunderous roar exploded outside the council building’s walls. Athena hated Ly, and Ly only loved to provoke her hatred. Poison and hatred welled in King Aeron’s eyes.
“Princess Annabeth stays here in Athens; there will be no marring her to your stupid nephew Ly.” Ly’s eyes filled with a great eerie light.
“Very well, King Aeron.” He twisted on his heel and his knights followed him. As they left it sounded like thundering of ten million hooves. Annabeth had been holding her breath. She released it and fell into her father’s arms. She pushed away a tear as it rolled down her cheek. He held her tightly; she could feel his fingers in her hair.
“My beautiful girl, do you think I would send you away?” He held her by the shoulders, his calm brown eyes held hers. Annabeth tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“I assumed you would my lord.” He kissed her forehead.
“My life would be incomplete my dear daughter if it did not withhold you.” She kissed his cheek, and hugged him. “Dry your tears Annabeth, this woman is not my daughter if you cry.” He smiled at her and she vigorously wiped away her tears.
“Yes my lord.” She picked up her dress at the sides and ran out of the court room. Never knowing, that would not be the last time she met King Ly.
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