Hero Of Iliad Novels & Stories

’ They burst into peels of laughter. Even in the darkest moments, the ones residing in Olympus do not discard their children’s desires. From ancient times, when Achilles sided with the greeks, Gods too favored their own beloved heroes. Cassandra knew, in the upcoming war Gods would be beside them, giving strength and inhuman prowess to fight off evil from their holy land.

“Then why Killiad?” He chuckled as if remembering something funny. “My adopted mom’s love for Homer was beyond anything else. She claimed his works kept her sane when everything collapsed after the bastard fled after finding out that he impregnated mom. She named her daughter after Helen of Troy and as her son, she wanted to name me Iliad but she didn’t what to completely erase my identity, she said it was like completely erasing who I am. Fate robbing my name was cruel enough, so she thought why not name me on one of her favorite poems plus the only identity I have.” “Killiad,” I mumbled, looking at the headstone.

Pheonix suggested and everyone turned to look at him. “Who is the Lord of the revival” Valerie asked quite confused by the name. “Well then, why don’t you all settle down and listen to this ancient tale of the lord of the revival’s adventure” Pheonix announced. “Theseus, great hero of Attic legend, son of Aegeus, king of Athens, and Aethra, daughter of Pittheus, king of Troezen in Argolis, or of the sea god, Poseidon, and Aethra. Legend relates that Aegeus, being childless, was allowed by Pittheus to have a child Theseus by Aethra. When Theseus reached manhood, Aethra sent him to Athens. On the journey he encountered many adventures. At the Isthmus of Corinth he killed Sinis, called the Pine

James flicked his eyes back and forth between Eliza and Blakeney as the man paused dramatically. “Thetis,” said Blakeney, grandly. “She is a goddess of the sea. A lieutenant of sorts to Poseidon, but more commonly associated with calm and tranquil waters.” “That’s right,” he said, remembrance flooding to him. “Achilles was her most famous son.” Blakeney nodded proudly at his pupil. “Correct.”

Facts about Athena Athena was the Goddess of War, the lady counterpart of ARES. She used to be the daughter of Zeus; no mother bore her. She sprang from Zeus’s head, full-grown and clothed in amour. According to Homer’s account in the Iliad, Athena was a fierce and ruthless warrior. In the Odyssey, she was irritated and unforgiving. In the route of the Trojan War, she struck Ajax with madness. Known for protecting civilized life, she used to be the Goddess of the City. According to some sources, Athena was praised for her compassion and generosity.

But, this wasn't the subject right now. “Do you know what is the difference between a naive fool and a hero of justice?" She clenched her fist, a fierce expression on her face. "It's their strength. The first requirement of being a hero isn’t being right. It’s being strong. That’s why the hero always wins.”

*Never judge a friend by what they give, but of how much of themselves they give* *Editing magic performed by KJ24 and Shyqash, plus contributions by the regular gang of brigands and neer-do-wells* *There is a bit of mangling of the Iliad going on. My apologies to Homer and the countless singers before him who carried the Iliad down through the dark centuries until the Greeks figured out how writing works* (From the floor of Katrina's office)

Then suddenly I remembered what my father said when he gave me the sword. "My dear, always remember that this sword is special because it came from the Greek god Ares who is the God Of War. He made this sword himself" father said "But father, it looks like an ordinary sword. How can it be special aside from the God of War Ares is the one who gave and made it?" I asked "Just concentrate and think about what you want and it will be the thing you wanted it to become," father answered Right! That's it! Now I understand that! I immediately raised my sword and closed my eyes and concentrated.

We were united in our resolve to protect our son, to ensure his safety amidst the chaos. Niro, a steadfast ally who had been at our side through thick and thin, fought with a raw ferocity. His muscled form moved with an agility that belied his formidable strength. Herod, always the voice of reason amidst our impulsive nature, displayed a calmness that bordered on eeriness as he dispatched his adversaries with precision and grace.

Jonah smiled and hugged him. The men who were behind Jonah formulated a chant, almost bearing the pattern of that of Jonah’s. They joined voices concurrently, lifting up their hands and gyrating happily. “Son of Hugadah, the sword and shield of Muzagah. This day, the gods have shown us our hero, follow your enemies, trample them, sweep them off the face of the earth,” an old man sang his joy away.