13 Pythian Games (part 2)

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Anyway this week was tough for me as I didn't have Internet connection. *Shrugs* it wasn't that hard as I live in Rural areas, so the lack of internet connection isn't new.

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Icarus palmed his head.

'Ah, how stupid of me.' 

He turned around and headed towards the corpse he just left in his awake.

As he got there, he took 8 coins out of his sack.

"How stupid of me. I said have peace in the Underworld, yet how can you get in the underworld without having Money to pay the Ferryman." Icarus shook his head.

He took his coins and put them on the bandits' eyes. Two coins each.

Icarus' heart bled, 'Oh, my dear money. I refused to give you away yet now I do.'

It's only now that Icarus sees how life has little to no value in Greece. He just killed the bandits because of money, now he gives it back. 

'Why didn't I just give it earlier?' Icarus wondered. It'll save him the trouble of killing people against his will, and it'll save him the mental exhaustion that comes from killing 'innocent' people.

His eyes filled with despair as he looked over them.

Icarus frowned when he thought about it. 

Is he turning into an insensible person with no common sense and logic?

Or is it just Fate?

Icarus doesn't know but he knows this is gonna stop. 

His frown tightened.

He got up, climbed upon his horse again and took off, this time he didn't look or turn back.

'Fate, it seems, I'll have to do something about it. I can't live my life peacefully if my life is predetermined to end before I become a man.'

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A day later, Icarus swagged in Delphi.

Icarus nodded towards the guards that guard the entrance.

Icarus thought that Delphi would be just like Athens, a quiet city. How wrong he was, the city is bustling and lively and it was packed like a tin of sardines.

It's amazing, Icarus thinks to himself, how humans can build things outside their league. The city is colourful with exotic people, how they dress and the sun temples around the city.

And not to forget the golden  banners around the city and temples. It's not weird as the city is Apollo's.

The main God they pray to is Apollo, like how Athens prays to Athena than the majority of the Gods.

Icarus led his horse to the horse stable. 

As he got there he found a teen around the stables taking care of the horses. Icarus led him to him and gave him a few coins.

Icarus didn't need to talk for the boy to know what to do, it's all in his job description.

His horse is an important aspect for his journey. Imagine travelling all over Greece on foot. His horse will let him cut down the distance and time one requires to travel, he'll be foolish if he made his horse starve, not taken off or sold it.

He needs it if he wants to travel all over the world.

Without further ado, Icarus took off to find a nice house to spend his few days here in. It doesn't matter if it's a tarven, as long as he gets comfortable and basic necessaries.

One thing that Icarus noticed is...this city is packed with travellers, it's almost unnatural. Every city has its fair share of travellers but this...this is too much, It's almost like they're here for something.

Icarus frowned as he thought about that. 

'Is there a ritual going to be performed here?' Icarus wondered.

'Well it doesn't matter. As long as it doesn't bring trouble to my doorstep' Icarus figured.

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[First POV]

I don't know when I've lost a sense of time but it all blurred together as I laid on my bed, staring at the roof lost in thought.

My eyes— or is it my brain?— easily lost focus of what I'm perceiving. Instead I turned to fantasise about my dreams, daydreaming.

All experiments start with a question and here's mine, how do I get stronger?

Yesterday's events told me that even though I may desire peace, the people of this land don't. So what's the solution? Be stronger than all of them so that they'll fear my name when It's been uttered.

I already gave myself ten years to be just that— Strong. But I don't know where to start, for all my intelligence I can't figure out how to be strong. 

I need a mentor, I realised. For all I appear powerful with my magic, I'm not. My father despises martial training and he doesn't want a son of his to train, even more so my father doesn't have magical tomes that I'll learn from them. 

My father is an Inventor not a magician, so it's not strange for him to not have powerful spells or something. 

I need a teacher who would teach me magic. And around the world, there's only one person that knows magic like nobody else's. 

I groaned as I realised that my journey is far from over. 

Give me arrows coated with Centaur's blood and call me Herakels, Where am I going to find that woman? Like I know she lives in the Underworld but WHERE is the Underworld is my question.

I turned and twisted in the bed as I pondered about that question.

Should I call Athena to tell me where she is and owe her a favour?

Nah, that's way too dangerous. Owing the Gods a favour is dangerous, undoubtedly so.

So, I'll have to find her on my own?

That'll take a long time, Greece is large after all.

"Arg! Fuck it." I rose to bed and headed out. I'll think of this matter on a later note but for now? Let's mingle with the crowd outside and gather information about what's going on.

I don't want to stay ignorant of what's happening to this city. I'd think I'm safe but the King of this city is going to provoke some God and make this city disappear like Ethiopia did.

Am I being paranoid or/and over cautious? Yes but if that means I'm going to survive a little longer, I'll be  Batman if needed to be.

Now what's the best place to gather information? I can be up and honest and question some random citizen but I found that I don't like that a bit. It gives people of the impression that you're a stranger—Which I am—

All people who come here probably know what's going on, only I don't know. It'll look strange for me to do so, saying that I don't know anything seems like a weakness to me. A weakness that people will exploit and feed you false information.

...Okay maybe I'm being paranoid.

But regardless of that, I think that it is a tarven great place to gather information. Everyone's lips are loose there and not all of them will remember my interrogation tomorrow when they wake up. And no, I'm not antisocial or anything. I don't don't want to gather unnecessary attention to myself.

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A little problem presented itself to me at that very moment.

I don't know where taverns are in this city. It'll seem I'll have to...*Shivers* socialise.

I stood awkwardly on the streets for a while before I decided to gather my courage and be a man.

Deep breaths. Inhale.

Alright, here goes nothing.

"Pardon me, madam." I halted some lady that was walking by.

She turned to look at me and....

Ah, there it is. The scrutinising gaze.

I died a little inside when the lady looked at me like that.

She gazed at him up and down and seemed to be satisfied by what she saw, she replied. "Yes, dear sir?"

Why does everyone I meet calls me sir or lord? Is my noble upbringing that obvious? I looked at the toga I'm wearing. Maybe it's the clothes? They're awfully flashy. Should I change them? 

....Nah, they're comfortable. Unlike some clothes that I can't say otherwise. I'm currently wearing a chiton. It is made of two large rectangles of cloth fastened together with brooches or pins and gathered at the waist with a belt.  Now get this, as a Hetorosexual male with 21th sense— somewhat— wearing a skirt like dress is weird as hell. It's extremely uncomfortable but I got used to them, like I got used to everything.

"Can you point me where the tavern is?" I asked.

The woman's face scrunched up in confusion, "Tarven? What's that?"

I froze. Did I say it wrong? Or there's no tavern in Greece? No, there must be some  but....

I panicked but I was able to stay composed. I thought really hard, what are they called here? Houses? No but it has the word houses in it.

"Uhm...— houses?" I cringed.

What the fuck did I just say?!

"You mean Public Houses? ?"

I latched on to her explanation like a lifeline. "Yes!" I shouted excitedly, only to get weirded out stares from the pedestrians around us. " *Ahem* I mean yes, can you point it out to me?"

After getting the directions, I confirmed from numerous sources then I set out to the .

It's only when I'm half way there that I realised that I should've gotten information about what's happening in the city from them, it'll have saved me time.

I slapped my face, hard. 

Okay, I'm getting retarded. 

And it's all Greece's fault! 

I slapped my cheeks, okay none of that. I get in, collect information and decide where to go from there.

As I got there, I realised that it's no different than 21st century taverns. I didn't know what to expect as Greece is advanced. It's a little unnatural when you think about it but I know that it's the result of the aliens up there and the machine Gods.

Nonetheless, I push my way into the tavern.

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[Bonus Scene]

Icarus' searched his pockets and found his vape. He activated it and took a long drag, then he turned towards the camera.

"Sup? Anyway my creator wanted me to promote his pat acc, ya know." Icarus sighed.

He took out his phone and searched his creators pat. As it finished loading he found a NSFW, Drafts, One Shots ect ect. Icarus' put his banking details and subscribed into the NSFW.

As All Pics Are unlocked the First pic was of Sakura Matou from Fate/Stay Night and the second one was of Rin Tohsaka. Icarus' scrolled down seeing Lucy from Fairy Tail, Azure Lane Ship girls and some.

Icarus' sat up from the couch, fumbling his belt. He mumbled "Now, where is the lotion?"

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