Lost in Time

Chapter Two

        That night, Akadar walked through the silent woods, leaves crunched under his feet as he let his mind get lost in deep thought. His body was tingly as if a small jolt of electricity was soaring through his entire soul.

He recalled the day, as the laughter and celebration gave his village a reason to feast and praise.

Yet, somehow he wasn't in a celebrity mood. All Akadar could feel was searing pain, as if he needed to stretch an unknown limp.

A groan made its way past his lips as he nearly stumbled to the ground. Akadar lost focus as he stared at his hands, wondering why his skin looked like it was glowing a soft yellowish tone.

"My son," A whisper carried with the breeze from the depths of the woods caught Akadar's attention as he hazily looked up to see a glowing female in a white garment and wrapped in pure gold that slowly emerged from the dense woods.

"Who are you?" He called out, looking at the woman in confusion. All the woman did was smile as she reached an arm out, showing her scarless hand. It showed that this woman hadn't worked a day in her life, as her hands showed her statues.

"My son," She whispered out, walking closer to Akadar. He watched in amazement as the woman neared. Her face became more visible, showing incredible beauty.

"A-are you a goddess?" He asked in a stutter, stumbling back, away from the woman. His words caused the woman to stop and look at him with uncertainty before frowning.

"No, do you not know who I am?" She asked, hurt as she kept her gaze fixed on his face.

"No, I'm sorry," He nearly stuttered again but gained a bit more confidence as he noticed the woman's glow dim. Disappointment crossed her beautiful features as she looked at the ground.

"I thought you would," She whispered, nervously gripping her hands together and taking a deep breath. Akadar could only watch her, as the woman stood still for a brief moment.

"Métis," She said, looking at him.

"What?" He asked, even more confused.

"Métis," She repeated. 

"I am Métis," Akadar's eyes opened wide in surprise before going into a bow in front of the woman. 

"Métis, the titan of wisdom," Akadar felt his lips quiver as he mentioned her name.

"You, Akadar, are my son," Métis spoke, walking barefoot towards her son, but as she reached to touch him, her hand went right through his shoulder.

"I am a Demi-Titian?" He asked, somewhat displeased with his question. Métis smiled and looked up at her son.

"No, my son, I fear that is an answer you must discover on your own. I've watched over you since your birth. I am proud of you, my son. I know you will accomplish so much; I'm here to give you a blessing," Akadar looked at his mother with tears as he tried to touch her cheek, only for his hand to fade right through her.

"I don't have my physical body. It's within Zeus' belly. I am only a mental projection. My son, I will no longer be around," Akadar had so many questions, and Métis had very little time. She muttered a few words before a bright glow surrounded him. He could feel power soaring throughout his entire body, like an unwavering dance that wasn't released. He closed his eyes and collapsed to his knees as something warm embraced him. Métis faded, with a smile tugged on her lips, accepting her fate.

Akadar kneeled there for what felt like an eternity until he had the strength to get up. As he looked up, he noticed that Métis had disappeared.

No matter how hard he searched around, he found no sign of the former Titian. He clenched his fist as he rose from the ground.

'What in Tartarus just happened?' Akadar shook his head and glanced around once more before heading back to his home.

Akadar entered quietly and snuck past the dirt hallways. His sisters and brothers were all asleep, clearly exhausted from the celebration earlier. He soon found his bed and settled down on it, staring up at the hay ceiling.

As he closed his eyes, a dreamless slumber fell upon him. 

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Through the night, Akadar awoke to his sister gazing at him with an awed expression. He blinked slowly, still groggy.

"What are you doin?" He asked, yawning after his question.

"You're glowin like a candle," Elina, his older sister, spoke. Akadar eyed her expression as she looked back at him with suspicion.

"I don't know, stop staring at me as if you're looking at a cyclops," Elina smile as she sat down on Akadar's hay bed. She gently patted the bunch of hay he had been using as a headrest. The rough texture under her palm caused a sigh of discontent.

"Imagine how nice people with power sleep," Akadarshifted around on his bed, glaring at the wall.

"I know, but you should go to sleep now. It's late. We have to get up early to start the next wheat field.

His sister rolled her eyes before crawling back to her spot.

The next morning, Akadar woke up early, as usual, to go and bathe in the river nearby. The sun was bearly breaking through the horizon as the vibrant red dawn highlighted the clouds making a hue of red and gold. Akadar stretched his arms upwards, causing various pops in multiple places.

'lovely morning,' He thought, staring at the red and golden sky. The lake glittered in the sunlight that broke through the cracks of the tear branches that swayed gently in the morning breeze. Akadar sighed as he jumped into the chilling water.

Up on Olympus, Hera walked through the hallways of her palace, admiring the beautiful artworks she had collected throughout her lifetime.

"Mother!" The loud booming voice caused several of her art collection to fall to the ground. Hera turned around gracefully and looked at her son, Ares.

Covered in mortal blood that dripped into the white marble floors, Ares greeted his mother with a crazed smile tugged on his busted lips. Hera stared at him unamused and pulled out a handheld fan from her garments, and pointed it at him while gesturing for him to say back.

"Please refrain from entering my palace covered in blood." Her tone caused Ares's excitement to die down as he crossed his bulky arms.

"Mother, I've managed to eliminate an entire village that worshipped Athena!"

Hera looked at her son, still unfazed as she nodded with his ranting. Hera slowly walked to a water fountain she had in the center of her grand room. The marble stone caused the water to glitter in the sunlight that shone through the windows.

Hera stared into it only to see a young man crawling out of a river, water dripping down his muscular back. She sighed and shook her head, pushing the terrible idea out of her mind.

"Hey, he is from my favorite village." Ares stood behind his mother, Watching as Akadar hurried to start his labors.

"Why are you watching a mortal male mother?" Ares asked, giving his mother a suspicious glance. Hera dismissed his question by waving her hand and walking away.

Ares looked back down at the water to see Akadar now doing his labors.

'Stupid mortal, what did you do to catch my mother's attention?' Ares glared at the water before wiping his hand through the water, distorting the image and causing it to fade. Ares glanced at his mother's retreating figure and grunted before disappearing in a bright red flash.