Wishes
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“Mavros awake. Mavros. Mavros!” he yelled.
“Who’s there? Am I dead?”
Mavros looked up to see a man clothed in golden garb from the waist down. He wielded a large black scythe. The man looked to be about seven or eight feet tall.
“Stand up Mavros,” ordered the man.
“Who are you, if I may ask? Are you here to kill me?” questioned Mavros standing up on his feet.
With a hearty laugh the brooding giant said, “No, no such thing. I have come to save you my child.”
“Who are you?” asked Mavros a third time as he noticed a fracture in the man’s chest that looked like the shattering of glass.
“I am the one you called for, the one you worship,” he replied.
“My god,” he exclaimed as he bowed down.
“Get up child, I have not come for worship. I get plenty of that in the temples. I have come to grant you but one wish. You were abandoned by Fortune but I saw your pitiful state and came to save you. Now speak, tell me your wish so that I may take my leave,” said the god.
“My god, you have raised me like a son. You have delivered me from destruction since my youth. If I have but one wish then I wish for that which none have. I wish for the thing which I value most, life. If you will my Lord, grant me immortality.”
“It is done child. From this moment on you will be like myself and all the gods, immortal.”
With that, Saturn took his leave. Mavros was left stunned. He stared at the sky and then his hand. He waved around to see if he felt any different but to his surprise, nothing. He pulled out a dagger and cut the skin of his palm. With wonder, he looked upon the wound as it healed itself instantaneously. He had gained eternal life, his hearts desire. Its as if Fortune had been smiling on him all along. Mavros, now remembering the plan, hurried quickly to cross the desert.
“Kryzos, wake up!” yelled the woman. Kryzos woke up chained up in a prison cell. He looked up to see the most beautiful woman standing in front of him. “Do you recognize me my child?” she asked. Kryzos saw that the woman was naked. A flowing veil was floating around her, covering her womanly parts. He noticed that in the woman’s navel there was a fracture like shattered glass. “I am the one you worship,” she said as she saw him analyzing her.
“Venus?” he cried.
“Yes, my child. I have come to save you. I was saddened that you had been defeated by fortune and so I came willingly to deliver you.”
“My goddess, what shall I offer? is it my life you want? It is yours my beloved Venus.”
With a hearty laugh she said “Relax child, I have not come to be adored but to grant you but one wish. Do not offer me anything for I have come to offer you a wish. Name it so that I may take my leave.”
“Goddess, you are kind and generous. You have given me the bodies of women since the days of my youth. And yet again you have come to save me. If I may have but one wish my lady it is that which everyone wants, money. I wish to be rich beyond the dreams of kings and all nobility. If I had riches I would not have been defeated.”
“It is done my child.”
And with that Venus took her leave. Kryzos looked around but he couldn’t see any gold or silver. He wondered what she meant when she said it is done. Had she deceived him? “Lady Venus, what do I do?” he whispered. He then saw a white pouch, small enough to fit a hand into. He looked inside the pouch but there was nothing. He turned the pouch over and was shocked as a gold coin fell out. He did it again and another gold coin fell out. “This purse has an endless supply of gold coins,” he whispered to himself, “my dream has come true.”
Fortune had smiled on Kryzos, the cunning strategist. With gold in his hands there was nothing he couldn’t do. He suddenly realized his situation though. Being chained to a prison cell, there wasn’t much he could do. He began thinking and planning, strategizing in his head all kinds of maneuvers and solutions to his problems.
“Kokkino, wake up!”
“Ah, was I drunk again?”
“Wake up child. You were defeated.”
“That’s right. Who are you?” asked Kokkino, as he regained his sense.
“I am the one you worship. I have come to save you.”
Kokkino looked up to see Mars, the god of war dressed in an armored vest, a war-skirt and a centurion helmet. On his left shoulder, there was a fracture like shattered glass, and in that hand, he held his almighty spear. “I have failed you my Lord,” despaired Kokkino, “I do not deserve to be in your presence.”
“Calm down child, you have not failed me for you can still fight. I have come to grant you but one wish. State your desire, my child, so that I may take my leave.”
“A wish? A disgrace like me does not deserve such a thing from the god of victory. I am a failure.”
With a hearty laugh, Mars answered “My child do not despair. Fortune’s wheel was against you and the odds were in their favour. Take heed of my words and I shall raise you up again.”
“A wish my Lord? Then I shall ask, if I’ve but one wish, for that which all men desire, the strength to kill another man. I wish to be the strongest man alive, if possible to be like you my Lord.”
“It is done my child.”
And with that Mars took his leave and in his place remained his spear. Kokkino was in awe of it. It was strong and beautiful, a spear fit for a great god. Kokkino raised his left arm and the spear flew towards him and rested within his hand. Kokkino felt all of Mars’ power, flowing through the spear, go into him. “Amazing, Mars has left me with all his power. I feel like victory has rushed into me. Thank you my god, I shall not lose again.” Kokkino could feel the experience of millions of battles as the spear was in his hand. His combat prowess peaked up towards Mount Olympus. But as he was chained to a prison cell there was not much he could do but wait.
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