Thread: The Myth & The Man {KayLove & RippledStatic}

The Island was well known and surprisingly easy enough to find he simply had to figure out which direction the ships never sailed, what areas the fisherman never visited and there it was, a once grand marble temple to Athena now the den of a monster with eyes cursed. He knew not of what the monster looked like or how exactly it fought only tales of a being whose looks killed and it had once been a human woman cursed. If he felt sympathy it was overwrought with the need to rid the world of such a monstrosity. The warrior gripped the oars, body glistening with sweat as he rowed and rowed, the fisherman had gotten him within eyesight of the place and refused to go any closer so he had taken the small boat aboard the mans larger vessel and was now nearly to his destination. Acadius lay on the sand for a moment and let himself be cooled by the waters of the Aegean sea, silently asking Poseidon for his blessing and his protection, unaware he was asking one of the very god responsible for the monsters creation. He had rowed topless but now he replaced his tunic over his bare muscular sun-worn chest and pulled his armour over top of it, adorned with simple carvings of lion's roaring, a matching helmet covered his black hair and a sword at his waist, spear and shield in hand. He marched up the sandy hill toward the treeline, even here he could make out the worn peaks of marble pillars that still stood, though many more had once dotted the treetops. His sharp grey-blue eyes almost seemed mirrors to the cloudy sky as he made his climb. The forest was not so massive and the march took only a short time, but as he got closer and closer he saw them the creatures prizes, he had to stop to examine the first one just to be sure, a man much as he was, armoured and armed, face contorted in a silent scream that had not left his mouth many years ago as he ran and dared to look back toward the temple. He was made of stone as if a master artisan had somehow captured the mans very essence into his work but Acadius was sharp minded and put the signs together. A story of a monster whose looks could kill, stone statues simply too close to human to be anything but. The monster turns them to stone... his voice was low and heavy, no doubt it was the first voice to be heard on the island for decades that wasn't Medusa's and with grim determination and a newfound knowledge the warrior continued his march. Avoid it's eyes...a prospect easier said than done but the warrior Acadius was confident as he was skilled. The spear tip was the first to enter the temple, followed by the shield and finally the man in a ready stance, he turned, eyes darting around quickly, quick enough that he'd be able to avoid directly meeting her gaze should she be lying in wait, he could only hope that would be enough. Loosening his stance slightly as he saw no threat he began exploring the ruined temple, a desecrated statue, this one a true carving of stone by human hands, Athena...the monster had destroyed her visage. Further explorations had Acadius find a lower section to the temple, no doubt where the priestess' would rest and eat and live, he took to the first step, soft padded shoes did not echo though the slightly clanking of his metal armour did. Descending the steps he paused, finding that there were no torches and no source of light at all in the lower level, this perhaps was best....the brave man continued his descent, foolish in his overconfidence and too confident in his ability to fight in the darkness.