What’s your deepest memory Victor? Where did your heart lay? So long since you’ve lived in Mount Olympus, or does the essence of time escape you? I remember what happened on that day, let’s see how you remember it.
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“Run Adriada! Run with me!” the sound of the wheels of the horse carriage raced across the ground of the moist forest floor, blanketed with wet and fresh leaves dropped from the Auburn trees. The young teenager yelled out as his boots raced on the ground, carriages were in pursuit, but he wouldn’t dare look back.
“Kiros! Why are we running?” the sound of the girl running with him could be heard above the Horses cries. The blondes came into sight, Kiros having fairly long blonde hair, messy from the entire running he’s been doing, and ocean blue eyes. His face was flawless as a representation of his godly status save for a few specks of dirt running through his cheeks. He was dressed in lightweight armour with a brown rough backpack on his back.
The lady with him was also a blonde, having green eyes that glowed under the night, her skin was flawless also, and she was an Olympian too. She wore forest armour and held a mage book in her hands, bookmarked to the middle.
“Here, duck down” Kiros hid behind a tree with Adriada reciprocating the action, two horse carriages had come to pass, with Hermes running in front of them with his winged decorated shoes sliding against the wet leaves.
“He must be ahead!” Hermes yelled out to the carriages behind him as they ran by the Auburn tree concealing Kiros and Adriada. Kiros covered his ears to avoid the overwhelming noise of the horses, a satisfactory smile on his face.
“Now can you tell me what this is about?” her eyes glowed under the night, this was the first breath they’d had in an hour. Kiros reached in his backpack and produced Hermes’s staff, the Caduceus much to Adriada’s surprise. She gave him a tough but playful punch to his arm as he laughed.
“Serves him right” Kiros looked back to Adriada with a grin on his face. He’d played a prank on Hermes, stealing his Caduceus as payback for all the jokes he’d played on him. Adriada tried to maintain a straight face, but instead grinned as well. “So you admit it’s funny?” Kiros laughed again.
“It is but this was supposed to be our date Kiros” Adriada frowned slightly. Kiros hugged her tightly and kissed her on her forehead, returning eye contact and making her a promise.
“We will have our date. I promise” he smiled as the sound of horses could be heard from the distance, the horses were coming back their way. Adriada’s eyes lit up as she looked behind Kiros. “What?” he smiled as a hand grasped the Caduceus was taken away from him. He turned around to see Hermes, displeased.
“This . . . was . . . unacceptable” Hermes seemed serious as he stepped forward to the two teenagers. “But genius” a smile came over his face as he grabbed Kiros’s shoulder. “Now don’t do it again, find other ways to impress your girlfriend” he got a feel of his staff once more, then gave Kiros a nod and left.
There was a brief moment of silence before Kiros and Adriada both laughed once more, their voices overlapping as they both commented on the joke “And did you see his face when he saw the staff?” Adriada smiled as they both lay back for a moment, looking at the stars above, shining under a dimmed violet sky.
“I’m glad we have this moment here” Kiros returned his gaze to Adriada “no running, just us” he smiled and took her hand. She smiled too and wrapped her hand around his.
“Me too” she however got up “now come on, this night isn’t over” she grabbed Kiros up.
“More running?” he groaned playfully and stepped up.
“No, just walking” she began to walk with him.
“A long way home” he ran his hands through his golden hair. “Well I don’t like to brag, but I am pretty fast” he smiled.
“I can teleport, I’m a mage” she smiled as well, both of them reaching an empty field by a pond. “Here, look” she raised her hand, with her magic she altered nature, white petals began to fall from the air. Kiros extended his hand to her, gesturing her to take it. Despite feeling shy, she took his hand, trusting him not to embarrass her.
The both of them began to dance slowly, her placing her head on his shoulder and him on top of her head. It felt like a lifetime, but it ended after a few minutes when Adriada spoke.
“You know, I hate to say this right now, but I have to be going in- ” she was cut off by Kiros.
“We have this moment here” he smiled, withdrawing his head and kissing her passionately, but it didn’t last long enough, horses were heard from the distance once more as both of them let go.
“Well, I guess this is it” Kiros spoke, knowing they’d see each other again. He gave her a wave before the two parted ways.
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Yes, the boy in the story is Victor, Kiros is Victor. How far he’d come. Why’d he have to adopt that mortal name after his banishment? How very romantic that was. Sadly they never saw each other again, his first date had been a tragic one, and no one forgets their first love.
Aphrodite stopped gazing into the memory, lost to her own thoughts. She had other plans for Victor in mind. They’ll meet again soon.