Post by achilles on Jul 18, 2011 11:12:15 GMT -5
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown.*
Alexander is now a man, and my second in command. I could not be a prouder father. We have expanded the Greek Empire far and wide. Yet, I cannot shake this feeling that something horrible is on the way. My father grows increasingly upset, and now I am forced to eye him warily. Alexander has indeed surpassed me. He is fierce, yet compassionate. The gods truly favor him, and far and wide he is known as Alexander the Great. It is a befitting name. He has taken a wife, and I have recently discovered I am to be a grandfather. I can remember just when Alexander was but a babe himself. He comforted me yesterday, after I mused to him of how he is indeed a better leader than I. He simply said, everything he learned? He learned from me. This drove a sword through my innards. I realize I am not what Ares intended me to be. Scarred though I may be. I am something better, and from this point forward? I live my life for me, for my beloved Olympia, for my son Alexander and for my grandchild!
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown. Final Entry. Translated as best as possible, water marks stain the page.*
I know not why I write. However...Ares has done it. My son, my pride and my joy! Alexander lays dead...slain, by Ares hand. His wife and their child? Are dead as well. What kind of monster would do this? Ares should have just attacked me...not my family. This is because I turned from his way. Now as I write this, the city of Athens burns around us to the ground. I know...why I write however. I will not be returning to Olympia's arms tonight. She cradled Alexander's body, and the horrid part of it all is that this is my fault. My doing. Our son is dead by my hand. I know that in her eyes, she wanted me to stay. Not to confront Ares. I must however and she knows this. I held her one last time, I clutched her tightly and promised her that everything would be alright. This is quite possibly the first time I gave my word, but knew it to be lies. She knew it was as well and merely held onto me for dear life and sobbed. Alexander is lost to us, his blood is on my hands and I would not have it stain them alone...I will miss Olympia. Dearly. She is the very reason I draw breath and I would gladly damn myself for all eternity if it would see her saved.
I am no fool. I know that I do not stand a chance against Ares. His power is vast, beyond what I am capable of. All I can hope is that somehow through Zeus' blessing I am able to take him down with me or at the very least to injure him....Alexander....I am sorry. Ares will pay for this.. I do not fear my death, I hope that Olympia is able to remarry and find some measure of happiness. However I do this, I go to confront Ares and I accept my fate. For my city which he's laid siege to, for my unborn grandchild, for my beloved son Alexander and for the dishonor Ares has thrown upon my family. I've written for most of my life, and so it only feels right to do it before my death. I am Achilles Ares'son, and I march to my death as a warrior should. With my head held high, and no fear inside of me. I have dreamt my entire life of a glorious death. My jackal of a father? Will oblige me this one last gift.
I do this? Because it is just. Because blood demands blood and I would see it so. I have lived, and I have lost at the whims of one who knows nothing of honor. He knows nothing of love. I would not see my family slain because of his wounded pride. I would not see my wife's heart torn from chest for no cause. I will never see Olympia again. I will never hold her in my arms. I will never touch lips to hers again. I know of the things I have done in my life, and I will not dillude myself. Where I go? It is no place for one as honorable and as noble as Alexander, and for one as pure as Olympia. This monster I spent my entire life trying to bury? It rises to the surface, and it cries for blood. I accept death, but I must take Ares with me...It is the only way that Olympia will be able to live. Tonight? I will see all of Olympus tremble with my wrath.
Alexander is now a man, and my second in command. I could not be a prouder father. We have expanded the Greek Empire far and wide. Yet, I cannot shake this feeling that something horrible is on the way. My father grows increasingly upset, and now I am forced to eye him warily. Alexander has indeed surpassed me. He is fierce, yet compassionate. The gods truly favor him, and far and wide he is known as Alexander the Great. It is a befitting name. He has taken a wife, and I have recently discovered I am to be a grandfather. I can remember just when Alexander was but a babe himself. He comforted me yesterday, after I mused to him of how he is indeed a better leader than I. He simply said, everything he learned? He learned from me. This drove a sword through my innards. I realize I am not what Ares intended me to be. Scarred though I may be. I am something better, and from this point forward? I live my life for me, for my beloved Olympia, for my son Alexander and for my grandchild!
*Roughly Translated from Ancient Greek. Date Unknown. Final Entry. Translated as best as possible, water marks stain the page.*
I know not why I write. However...Ares has done it. My son, my pride and my joy! Alexander lays dead...slain, by Ares hand. His wife and their child? Are dead as well. What kind of monster would do this? Ares should have just attacked me...not my family. This is because I turned from his way. Now as I write this, the city of Athens burns around us to the ground. I know...why I write however. I will not be returning to Olympia's arms tonight. She cradled Alexander's body, and the horrid part of it all is that this is my fault. My doing. Our son is dead by my hand. I know that in her eyes, she wanted me to stay. Not to confront Ares. I must however and she knows this. I held her one last time, I clutched her tightly and promised her that everything would be alright. This is quite possibly the first time I gave my word, but knew it to be lies. She knew it was as well and merely held onto me for dear life and sobbed. Alexander is lost to us, his blood is on my hands and I would not have it stain them alone...I will miss Olympia. Dearly. She is the very reason I draw breath and I would gladly damn myself for all eternity if it would see her saved.
I am no fool. I know that I do not stand a chance against Ares. His power is vast, beyond what I am capable of. All I can hope is that somehow through Zeus' blessing I am able to take him down with me or at the very least to injure him....Alexander....I am sorry. Ares will pay for this.. I do not fear my death, I hope that Olympia is able to remarry and find some measure of happiness. However I do this, I go to confront Ares and I accept my fate. For my city which he's laid siege to, for my unborn grandchild, for my beloved son Alexander and for the dishonor Ares has thrown upon my family. I've written for most of my life, and so it only feels right to do it before my death. I am Achilles Ares'son, and I march to my death as a warrior should. With my head held high, and no fear inside of me. I have dreamt my entire life of a glorious death. My jackal of a father? Will oblige me this one last gift.
I do this? Because it is just. Because blood demands blood and I would see it so. I have lived, and I have lost at the whims of one who knows nothing of honor. He knows nothing of love. I would not see my family slain because of his wounded pride. I would not see my wife's heart torn from chest for no cause. I will never see Olympia again. I will never hold her in my arms. I will never touch lips to hers again. I know of the things I have done in my life, and I will not dillude myself. Where I go? It is no place for one as honorable and as noble as Alexander, and for one as pure as Olympia. This monster I spent my entire life trying to bury? It rises to the surface, and it cries for blood. I accept death, but I must take Ares with me...It is the only way that Olympia will be able to live. Tonight? I will see all of Olympus tremble with my wrath.