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Chapter 1: The burning anger inside your heart
If you could ask Mydeimos what the strangest thing he’s dreamt of recently would be, his answer could be either one of two options. He may just simply ignore you and do a tough ‘hmph’ or…say his dreams have only been of a white-haired man with the sharpest ahoge possible for the past five years.
Now, don’t get him wrong. It’s not like he’s having any sort of nightmares, really, if it were that he would seek help from Lady Aglaea or Castorice, heck even Cipher! But these dreams have been nothing but lovey dovey sort of style. Y’know like, cuddling or watching the stars together, however the thing that’s weirder is that yeah he knows how this guy looks and everything but his face is completely blurred as if erased out of existence.
Sounds interesting, no? Hehe..how about we enjoy this romantic story like none that has come before together! ♪
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The alarm from his phone has been ringing for a very long time, he thinks bitterly ‘time for my shift again..’ you could believe that working as a detective would be like those Sherlock Holmes movies, but no, none of that. Mydei wanted to be a detective purely to avenge his mother’s death and now he’s sitting on a desk for eight hours daily helping the elderly find their cats and mountains of paper work.
Oh, and the organization he works for is nothing but weird. It’s called the Chrysos Heirs and the story of how he got recruited is..bitter so say the least.
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“Mydeimos, my son..” Gorgo whispers to him as she bleeds profusely. Huh? This isn’t like anything he’s seen before..a golden glowing spear right on his mother’s chest.
Mydei runs to her, kneeling in front of her and desperately trying to stop the bleeding, why?! Why is this happening?! “Mother, please don’t talk anymore. I already contacted Krateros, he’s getting help and you’ll make a full recovery in no time, okay?” He tries to keep his posture steady, but his voice is trembling and tears are on the verge of falling from his lashes.
“I will die,” She says, her voice getting weaker.
“No, you won’t. Don’t say that” It is true, she’s dying…
Gorgo gently raises her hand to cup his dear son’s cheek. “You know I will, my boy Mydeimos..promise me something.” She says softly to him.
“Anything, mother.” He forces the words out of his throat. “Promise me you won’t avenge me. You are strong and mighty but I do not want your life to be filled with blood and revenge. Whoever did this to me is bigger than any of us.”
How could he not seek justice for this?! It is only fair to whoever did this to pay the same price, in blood. But he makes the promise anyway.
“Okay, I promise. But at least…tell me their name” He tries to reason with her.
“An organization..that serves Nanook” Gorgo whispers with a bit of anger in her tone. Who the fuck is that? What sort of monster would bring death to his mother?! And..why is it glowing?
Her grip on his cheeks is loosening, no no not her, please. “Mother!” He shouts.
Her hand falls.
He lays there with her for a very long time. Until a woman’s footsteps echo, he turns to look at her and sees beautiful blue-green eyes with a white dress decorated with pure gold and magical threads enveloping the place. Wait what?! Magical threads?
“It seems I have arrived too late, forgive me.” This mysterious woman speaks with elegance. “Who are you?!” Mydei speaks angrily at her.
She moves closer to him and looks at his mothers now cold body next to him. “Aglaea, the goldweaver.” She says before speaking again. “Forgive me” Aglaea then with a tiny needle pokes his finger and golden blood oozes out. “So you too have golden blood..” She says.
“My mother always said that this represented something, but I haven’t seen anyone with it..” He talks of his mother with bitterness.
The woman now pokes her own finger and it’s gold too. “Tell me, would you like to seek justice for your family? I assume that the lady next to you is your mother. I can offer you answers.”
Aglaea doesn’t wait for his answer before speaking again. “I am the leader of an organization. Have you heard of the twelve titans?”
Hard not to hear of them, his homeland Kremnos has worshiped the Strife titan Nikador for thousands of years, but through the passage of time they merely became legends. He decides to give Aglaea a small nod as answer.
“I bear Mnestia’s blessing. And as you can see, I control these threads.” She moves her hand around controlling how the threads move.
She looks at him with fearless eyes. “You too could gain abilities like this, so, what do you say?”
“I accept”
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What a strange thing to suddenly reminisce about.
After what feels like an eternity he finally sits at the edge of the bed, “another dream of that nameless guy”, Mydeimos mutters to himself as he finally turns off the alarm and checks for any messages. Oh, there’s one of Lady Tribbie from 30 minutes ago.
Lady Tribbie:
De, you gotta get here quick!
[6:32 am]
You:
Did Little Ica eat all the food? I can bake something if needed.
[7:05 am]
Lady Tribbie:
Nonono
[7:06 am]
You:
Did Cerydra scare the clients with her chess obsession again?
[7:06 am]
Lady Tribbie:
More serious than that
There’s been a murder!!!
You need to get here quick, there’s a guy with amnesia found at the crime scene too!
[7:07 am]
…
What?
Ever since he moved to Okhema it’s been nothing but peaceful, mainly because of the Goldweaver's golden threads but a murder?
You:
Have you already contacted Lady Aglaea?
[7:09am]
Lady Tribbie:
Agy’s on her way here, and Cinny’s doing the autopsy on the victim
[7:09 am]
You:
Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can.
[7:10 am]