AMANTI, nico di angelo

Amanti.

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Amanti.
" the gift of wolves "

Two thousand years. He had
waited for two thousand
years of silence and stories
that were not his own, or
guiding young heroes across
lands and seas, and listening
to their speeches of love and
revenge. He waited without
his own travels and speeches
of love and pain and anguish,
without feeling anything at all.

He was made alone, out of the
stars he lived among as a gift
from the king of the skies to his
mother, the goddess of beauty
who painted the constellations
into his eyes. He was the
masterpiece of the sky that
streaked through   the twilight
in explosions of silver. The same
silver that would christen his
skin that he prayed for, and
the feeling of anything that he
wished from his mother.

He was a star alone in the sky.

So they made him a boy. A boy
with hair as black as coals and
eyes as dark as the night sky, and
a name too terrible for most
to behold, the name for a child
of Hades, for the Ghost King.
And with skin and thoughts and
touch, a star was made to admire
the works of Hades, Vela, the son
of the Stars and Beauty of all.

Throughout a story of ocean crash
landings, and battles through
labyrinths and skies, a story of
love would definitely blossom
between bones and stars.