𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐒
The bright and shining girl that was named Astraea found her way into the world on March 19th, 1988. Her birthplace being none other than Volterra, Italy, the up and comin...
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Caius' POV
I had never felt more like a failure in my life. The way that the bond tugged at my very soul made me feel everything that I wish I could push away and move past. My bonds with Aro and Marcus had been the same way, but something about this time was simply different.
All of my life I had tried. Tried to be good, attempted to be evil, but nothing ever stuck. Too good to be evil and too evil to be good, I wasn't ever going to be good enough for Astraea. Human in so many ways, but she was innocent. I couldn't take that innocence away from her.
Not the way it had been taken from me all those years ago.
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Ancient Greece
Around three millennia ago
Being from a smaller part of my home city, our jobs mostly consisted of long boating trips. Whether or not you came back depended almost entirely on if you had your own sailing equipment, for sharing only happened between thieves and outcasts. Luckily enough, my father gifted me with a boat for my twentieth birthday, allowing me to ride and make as much money as I pleased.
Unlike many of the other sailors, bringing people along on my trips was not an issue. Finding friends wasn't that hard when you had a silver tongue to back you up. It wasn't like anyone would dare mess with my family.
"Caius, make sure to take your brother next time," my father said, patting me on the back. "He really wants to go with you. Tireless he will be until your return."
"I wouldn't let him miss out, father. Zenon shall be with me on my next ride. I shouldn't be gone for more than a week," I assure him. "Where is my baby brother. I wouldn't wish to not say goodbye. Could very well be my last."
"Don't say such things, my boy," it seemed that my father had not liked my joke, "You worry me. Your headstrong spirit plus your generosity may very well be the death of you. Letting all of those miscreants on your ship won't do you or them any good. Best let the bottom feeders feed off of the other bottom feeders, Caius. He is in his room with your baby brothers and sisters."
"Thank you, father," I flash him a warm smile before running to his room. Inside I watched as Zenon played with our baby sisters, allowing them to tug at his long hair. "Brother, don't let Callidora mess with you in such ways, she will learn to do it to me as well!"
"Let her play, Caius," I growled at his dramatics, "What's got you so fussy? You're the one who's going on the adventure of a lifetime. I'm stuck here, playing with our baby sister as mother is out to get her weaver fixed. They're cute, aren't they? Callidora and Narcissa, I mean."
