#arcgeminga

Sasha didn’t even know that someone was watching her until the stranger spoke to her. Hearing a sudden low and rough voice from the shadows startled her and she jumped back. Her back hit the worn out statue of the goddess, Nike. It seemed that she was not alone.

“I…” Sasha started, thinking of what to say to the stranger. She knew she was not supposed to be here so what excuse can she make? She took a step closer, trying her best to see who the man was. He was standing in the shadows by one of the pillars. It was almost as if he didn’t want her to see who he was. Was he a saint? No. Even though she had not awakened as Athena yet, she could tell that he was not a saint. Perhaps a trainee then? Whoever he was, she did not feel that she was in any danger despite how suspicious he was acting at the moment. It didn’t seem like he knew who she was either. If he did, he would have acted very differently towards her.

♕┊ Aspros approached Sisyphus with a light smile on his lips. He passed his 'friend' a brooch in the shape of a shield -- an item similar to the Shield of Aegis with diamonds and precious stones embedded in it.

 "A birthday gift," Aspros purred as he walked past Sisyphus after passing the item into Sisyphus' palm. "I'm busy today, but do inform me if there are any celebrations, friend. I shall try to make time to share a drink with you tonight if I'm not tired. Have a good day, birthday boy!"

After leaving his temple, his friend was already there, approaching him to give him something. He accepted it and looked down at the gift that was given to him. It was a golden brooch with diamonds and precious stones in the shape of… the Shield of Aegis. He couldn’t help but smiled as the brooch reminded him of Athena. His friend knew him too well.

“Thank you, Aspros.” Aspros wanted him to inform him of any celebrations… There will be one just not from him. He knew his friends and the other saints would throw one, especially Aldebaran. Aldebaran will not miss his chance to invite him and Aspros for drinks and a celebration. “I am sure Aldeberan would let you know before I can.”

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“Wasn’t the host the one being rude to the guest in the first place? You really are a brat.”

Ember was not going to argue about her offer of friendship. It was as he said. The Underworld was a dog eat dog world so her offer of friendship was a half lie.

“Hah, is that so? You think of yourself above all of us here. Fine, I won’t ask anymore but since I am so kind, here is a word of warning. Since you are a former saint with no allies in the Underworld, you should watch your back. There are a lot of specters suspicious of you and what you said to me won’t do you any good. It is like you said, the Underworld is a dog eat dog world. I won’t be surprised if there are some specters who distrust you enough to do something unfortunate to you.”

To any normal person, it would be weird to start a fire in a volcano when one can easily cook the food over the lava, however, Kunikida was the type to follow certain rules, ideals and his schedule to a T. If a person must cook their food, it must be over a fire unless it was during the situation does not allow for it.

Kunikida knew that Defteros was watching him, however, he didn’t expect Defteros to jump down with such a landing like that. He almost thought the lava was going to hit him but it didn’t.

“And where exactly did you think I was going to get the food from? The island? I could but the food would be very limited.”

Kunikida continued cooking, trying his best to ignore Defteros’ look of heavy suspicion. It didn’t take long for him to get annoyed by Defteros’ stare.

“Uh…” Regulus didn’t expect Aspros to ask more questions about his ‘story’.  He had to think of something… The only place he could think of was Ireland. It was not as far from Greece as he want, however, he would take some inspiration from it. “I guess… Yes, it is outside of Athens, but not from the new world. Where I live, there are a lot of cliffs overlooking the ocean. In fact, there are a lot of islands…” Now that he thought of it, while Ireland is different from Greece, they were quite similar. “But the weather is not as hot as here and it gets foggy a lot. Not only that, there are a lot of mountains. When you are older, I know saints are allowed to travel outside the Sanctuary for missions. Perhaps, I can show you where I live when you are older. It would be an adventure!” Hopefully, by then, Aspros and Defteros would have forgotten about this.

At the mention of his father and Aspros’ excitement, he also became excited. He didn’t know Aspros looked up to his father this much. In fact, it was weird to see the boy excited about where he lived and about his own father. The older Aspros he knew was nothing like this.

“Really? I don’t think he is scary at all. I don’t think any of the gold saints are scary.” Most of them were friendly when he first came to the Sanctuary. “Ilias is a little strange but he is still cool and wise and strong and amazing like you said. I met him once when he was outside of the Sanctuary. Is he here in the Sanctuary right now? I wish I can see him again. I miss him a lot…”

Regulus wanted to meet him. There were just too many things he wanted to tell his father… tell his father… he wasn’t allowed to do that, right? His father didn’t know who he was. It would be weird for him to run up to him, give him a hug and tell him everything about his life… Not only that, the chance of his father being in the Sanctuary was very slim. He didn’t know when exactly his father left the Sanctuary. Maybe, he had already left the Sanctuary. The thought of almost meeting his father but not being able to hurt him so much. He wanted to see him so badly. Regulus felt like almost crying but he held back. He needed to be strong. He was no longer that weak little boy from when he was young.  

He was lost in his own thoughts and didn’t even hear Klotho excusing herself to the garden. It was not until when Aspros rushed in with some grapes and gave some to him. He blinked a few times, confused as to what happened before realizing Aspros was giving him some grapes to eat. Grapes was a better option than the stew he was given.

“Thank you.”

Regulus looked away, pouting. He didn’t understand adults’ humour. At the mention of his eyes, Regulus looked back at Aspros in interest. It was the first that someone mentioned that his eyes were like his father. People were always pointing out that his eyes were full of life and curiosity and it was a healthy look for a child to have. His father’s eyes were filled with years of wisdom and also sorrow behind it.

Sisyphus softly smiled at the mention of Regulus’ eyes. “Yes, he does. They both had such keen eyes that can see things far beyond a normal human can see.”

As Aspros mentioned how troublesome Sisyphus was when he was younger, Regulus looked at him with curiosity while Sisyphus looked at his friend in horror.

“Aspros…” Sisyphus started, warning his friend that he better not be sharing those stories with Regulus but one glance from Aspros explained everything. Sisyphus gave him one last warning look and quietly left them. He just hoped his friend would grant him some mercy in choosing a story that doesn’t ruin his reputation too much.

Regulus did not realize his uncle had left as he was very interested in what stories Aspros was going to tell him.

“What do you mean by that?”