Chapter 1
Ch. 1
Llry, one of Posidian’s children, the only one that survived. The only reason he survived was because he was in Egypt, trading with a merchant, when he heard the island had gone down. He had heard it like a roaring snap like thunder across the skies. Before the raging seas raised and swallowed everything into the deep.
As he heard whispers as the Gods were angered by something or someone’s misdeeds. He rushed towards the sea, finding that his ship was one of many that were taken and destroyed. He then called to a stable and bought a horse, rode the coast west. He had to see that his home was there.
After riding for three days, he looked towards the northwest, only to find the empty fast space of nothing. Where his island home should have been. Atlantis, a mighty empire of knowledge and might, was gone.
A figure, much taller than himself, made himself appear from nothing. It was nothing new to him. “I’m glad to see that you survived, my son.”
“What have you done,” he asked in pain. He knew it had to be him. He alone had the power to destroy anything that touched the seas.
“I had no choice, my brother questioned my loyalty.” He sounded like he was in pain. “I was forced to destroy the island of my children and my beloved wife.” Tears came down his eyes.
“Father,” the word ripped out from his lips without his permission. “You’re making it hard for me to believe you.” And that was the truth. He turned away from the tall man, he knew it was time to move along.
“Where will you go,” his father asked him.
He stopped and turned around to look at him. “Why would the great Posidian want to know where a lowly me is going,” he asked dully. He felt numb. He had just lost his family after all and he had just found out his father was the reason. He wasn’t going to be happy about it.
“You are my son, I would like to know.” He sounded urgent. “Liramakos!”
“I don’t owe you anything, father. You killed all my brothers and sisters, even my own mother. Not only that, you killed my wife, who was carrying my child,” he yelled at him. “So, I owe you nothing,” he growled at him.
“You don’t understand, no one challenges my brother, Zeus and lives, Liramakos. Not even you could live through his lightning charged attacks,” he warned.
“I might not, but I wouldn’t roll over either,” he turned on my heel and left his side. Went back to the horse that he rode to get there and climbed back on. “Come find me when you have a backbone.” He turned the horse back towards Egypt, there was nothing there for me, not any more.
“Liramakos,” his father called to him, but he ignored him. The sound of thunder under him drowned out his voice at last. He felt the muscles of the horse under him. As the horse ran through the landscape.
He knew he had to change everything about him, mainly his name. There was no more Atlantis and he was not going to go Greece and be a part of his uncle’s people there. No, he was done with his family in that aspect. He could no longer be Liramakos, no he died with his family and his people when Atlantis had fallen within the deep. As he rode on, he couldn’t for the life of him think of a name just yet.
The landscape was just as lifeless as he felt. The landscape had taken some damage from where the water had come to crash the land. He saw where the trees had once been. They were either uprooted or were snapped in two. Liramakos knew it would take many years for the land to heal, if at all.
He knew the temperament of the sea, there could be an afteraffect, meaning the seas could rise again to cause even more damage. And he knew his father, he was at an emotional time. He could cause another wave that could cut through the land, without him knowing about it. All because he just killed his family, all thanks to Zeus’s orders. ‘That’s if I believe anything he tells me.’
As he rode on, images rushed into his head without his permission. Images of his family, calling out his name. He closed his eyes, trying to block out their voices. But he knew it would be no use. He would have to leave Africa, the Mediterranean Sea. Whatever it took to get away.
But he knew there was one place he would have to go before he left. One of many temples that littered Greece’s landscape. He needed to go to at least one of them. He needed to get ahold of one of his cousins. He just hoped that they would understand where he was coming from.
It had taken him a few days to get back to Egypt. He didn’t want to tire out the horse. He then paid for a ship to take him over to Greece. At first, no one wanted to take him over, fearing that the sea would act up again.
“The sea isn’t going to act up again, I should know,” he had growled at the simple minded man before him. But in the end, he ended up paying twice the amount than he wanted to pay. Thanks to his father and uncle, making the people fear the sea.
As he was crossing the Mediterranean Sea, he felt the spray of the water hitting his face. He felt oddly at ease. A shiver ran down his back, as he turned around, only to see his father ride the waves. He shook his head, he was always one to be a show off. Before he went under the waves once again, letting him know that he was there.
‘I’m never truly alone…’
