It’s a strange thing to feel, sothing inside has disappeared so suddenly, there are no voices in my head anymore, no argunt between phia and Astoria, only silence.
In the end, I had changed a war that was supposed to be a ten-year long war, I had ended the war within the day. I am already looking forward to the stories Hor would tell about the Trojan war… how would it affect the modern day, I an, how will people call the Trojan Virus now… the Parisian Virus?
It has been 20 years since the war. Thena and I seperated, as she was still duty-bound to kill the deviants around the world, she had promised to visit often, but I doubt it, as she would probably be across the world by then.
anwhile. , Helen, and Hermione travelled. We visited all of Greece like a band of vagabonds, travelling through the roads of the Hellenic world using a carriage. We spent years travelling, Hermione was now old enough to marry, Helen was getting older much to my dismay, and the world kept moving.
Hermione took interest in the ways of war as soon as she’s able to fight. I taught him how to use the spear my way, and we spar almost everyday. When she was about 21 years of age, she took interest in one of the n that we encountered along our journey, and at my reluctance, she married him. It feels strange… I feel like a father, seeing his own daughter married pains my heart a little, the girl I raised has finally grown up, it was surreal.
And so three beco two. Hermione decided that she would follow her husband rather than us much to my disappointnt, but she held her own destiny, and I would support her through and through.
Speaking about marriage, I had asked Helen about marriage. She doesn’t want to marry again, even though in my opinion, she was still the most beautiful woman in all the Hellenic world, it’s just that her appearance has a little touch of maturity now, and she had grown wiser.
Though she asked if I would marry her, I of course say no, I don’t view her that way, but I’m flattered that after all this ti, she still has a crush on .
We continued to travel, but now, every year we will visit Hermione in her husband’s hotown. After a year or two, she had a child, a son. She had asked to na him, I don’t know what to call him, so I called him Phobos(aning fear)… Helen doesn’t like that at all, so instead, she’s the one naming him, Achilles…
An interesting choice… but I digress.
Anyway, fast forward a couple more years, and we ran out of place to travel inside Greece, so we’ve decided it is ti to settle down. We surveyed for a place, and decided that Helen wanted to live near her hotown, Sparta.
So I chose a place on top of a hill overlooking the city of Sparta. The breeze is quite sothing, and the view is amazing.
And here we are, Helen was now in her 40s, significantly older, if a common man were to see us two, they would probably guess that she was my mother.
We’re now sitting on a chair, looking at the city of Sparta below us.
“Pluto?” questioned Helen suddenly.
“Hm?”
“If you got your gifts back… Would you bring ?”
I didn’t answer for a few seconds, I was thinking about it. If I absorbed her, would she still be the sa? Will it be her? Or just a shadow of her forr self?
“Do you want to?” I ultimately asked her.
Helen didn’t speak for a while. I could tell that she was also thinking about it. After a while, finally she spoke.
She shook her head. “No… I don’t think I want to.”
I humd. “Understandable.”
“But…” Helen murmured. “Promise … visit my grave often…”
“You’re not dead yet Helen.” I rolled my eyes.
“Promise … Pluto.” repeated Helen, looking at my eyes.
I sighed. “I promise.”
Helen smiled. “Thank you… for everything. I love you, father.”
My face probably has a wide grin now… “I love you too Helen.” I gave her a side hug, and kissed her forehead. We then enjoyed the company as the sun set in front of us, ending the day in this place that I liked to call ho.
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