Well, you all most likely think. Did this author drop this book? Definitely not! I have been busy the past few weeks with finals and work. And at the moment I'm on a chill vacation. So no chapters for some time. But while I was on the flight I wrote a little something. This is something I may be working on in the future. So enjoy! (Chapters for this book will definitely be coming back!)
C.1 Original novel
Ancient Rome a civilization that was known for years to come. The Greek gods and Olympus the ones people would hear many stories from. But no one knew the truth the truth only very few would know of.
The story of the son of Zeus and Metis the story of how he was banished from Olympus. And all the events that happened after that.
It was a normal day in Olympus that hung far above the clouds. Humans had only heard about it in the stories. The king of gods was resting his life hadn't been easy after Atena came from his head. A child of Metis one of his biggest regrets but he could do nothing. He felt rather weird this particular day something in his stomach seemed to be pushing.
And just a second later his whole stomach was broken blood spattered the beautiful white floors. A small baby crawled out of his stomach. While the baby crawled out he looked at the man he just came from with a questionable gaze. It was as if he was saying, "what's wrong?" Dumbfounded Zeus inspected the kid as it turned out to be a boy a note fell from the king of gods stomach which was slowly healing itself. "His name is, Caesar. Your son – Metis."
Is all that it read the king of gods wanted to immediately kill the kid in front of him. But while he was thinking he just couldn't. Even if he hated Metis with all his heart he couldn't bear to kill his child after all. His wife would murder him if she knew of his existence so the only possible option was, banishment. May the child never get into contact with the gods. May they never know of his existence. Let him live his life as a simple human. While taking a last look at the child Zeus spoke, "live well I will watch you." And like that he threw Caeser from the edge of Olympus.
Just a mere second later his wife walked to him, "Zeus what are you doing" she said in a seductive voice. "Nothing" is all that Zeus said in a calm and collected voice. Taking one last glance towards the place where he threw his child he moved. His back was turned towards the child that was thrown off. He never would have thought about what was to come. He may have been a god but the events that would happen were not in his expectations. "Let's go," Zeus said.
Years had passed and the young baby who was once the child of Zeus. Was now reduced to a beggar. Without any family and any skills he couldn't fend for himself any longer. 12 years of age yet his life was spent being under the feet of others.
The only way to change his fate was to enlist. Rome was simple if one had talent in battle they would rise. Those that were high enough could possibly gain anything. Woman, wealth if you just delivered good results. You could have it. With his skinny body were his bones could be seen piercing through the boy walked. His blond hair and blue eyes would make him a handsome kid. If only he had been fed well. A soldier was sitting on a chair writing something down.
Before his eyes stood a boy so skinny he knew he wouldn't last long. So without even bothering to respond to the boy in front of him. He kept writing. But for some reason, the boy didn't leave. Minutes turned into hours yet he kept standing there. It would be rude for the boy to speak. After 4 hours when the sun was setting the soldier decided to look up. "What do you want" is all that came from his mouth. "I want to enlist" was all that was heard. If one heard those words from a distance and seeing the boy.
It would be simple, they would laugh. The soldier, however, had a very different thinking pattern. The boy who looked so sure of this and that determination in those blue eyes. Even if he was now underfed if he was groomed. He could become a decent soldier. He himself was nothing special just a little bit higher than a foot soldier. "What is your name" the soldier who now looked serious asked. "Its Caeser." A storm had just entered the world without anyone knowing.
The soldier may have wished he never accepted the boy. Or maybe it was his greatest blessing. In the years to come, many would have different opinions.
A legend would rise.
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