[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

It was a breezy morning when Paris woke up.

In this star-studded dawn, the sun has not yet broken free from the coastline, the thin white shimmer enters the woods, the dew on the leaves drips from his ears, the crisp birdsong is melodious and sweet, last night's frantic reception Like an unreal dream...

"Are you awake?" a cold female voice said.

A figure in a black robe was sitting in front of the extinguished bonfire. She stretched out her hand and fiddled with the still warm ashes with the long sword in her hand, without turning her head.

Paris noticed that Dionysus, the god of wine, and all his followers from last night had disappeared in this empty forest area, and the noisy singing and dancing and the sweet smell of wine had also gone away...but in his Beside him, there were some delicious fruits and a bottle of red wine, which seemed to be gifts from the hospitable god last night...

"You don't need to look at it." The woman in front of the bonfire said again: "After a night of carnival with his believers, Dionysus usually leaves before the sun rises on the second day. There is still a way for him to spread the faith." It’s very long, it’s really incredible that you will receive his personal hospitality... You and I are just the lucky ones who broke in by mistake.”

Fortunately, the lunatics who were deprived of their sanity by the liquor did not have a history of seeing the intruders as beasts or enemies, and usually under such circumstances, the fate of these unfortunate visitors needless to say ...

"You are Medea." Paris said calmly, "Princess Medea of ​​Colchis."

The black-robed man was silent for a moment before replying in a flat tone: "It's been a long time since anyone called me by this name... Was it Dionysus who told you my true identity?"

She finally stood up and approached Paris step by step. Her not tall figure stood in front of Paris, blocking the pale morning light from the early day. Her gaze hidden under the hood rolled, gently He opened his mouth and asked softly: "It seems that you really deserve his special attention, which makes me curious that I haven't seen for a long time. Maybe you are willing to tell me, my poor lady whose name has been exposed by Dionysus, Regarding your name and identity, to satisfy my clumsy seeking psychology..."

"What can't be said?" Paris packed his bow and harp. During these years of trekking and exploration, his figure is like a pliable sapling watered by rain in early spring. Under the care of the earth and sky, Stretching up, the branches and green leaves stretched out, exuding vigor and vitality. He stood up and was slightly shorter than Medea, but this did not make his aura less than that of this black man. The woman in the cloak was weak, but on the contrary, his gaze was like an overly sharp edge, which made Medea feel threatened for a moment as if she was being aimed at by a dangerous arrow, which made her stop subconsciously Pushing forward.

"I am an abandoned baby brought up by Oenone, the nymph of the water lake." Paris said lightly, his tone was gentle and indifferent, neither sad nor lonely: "In the Ida Mountains outside the city of Troy I have grown up in the middle school, and there have been no worries or disasters in the decades of growth."

But there is no love and gratitude.

"But one day later, I accidentally learned of a malicious prophecy about my own future... Presumably you should also know the legend of King Oedipus..." He raised his head, his pupils almost black Inside is a piece of cold reason and calm.

Oedipus has been burdened with the prophecy and oracle of "killing his father and marrying his mother" since he was born. Even though he was abandoned by his father in the barren hills of Catalon, the unpredictable fate still made him grow up. In complete ignorance, he accidentally killed King Laios, who was his original biological father.

He walked into the city of Thebes, solved the riddle set by the Sphinx, rescued the people in the city, was promoted as king, and married the former queen Jocasta. Now, fulfill the tragic sin of this prophecy!

"To be honest, a fate that is not much different from his is slowly approaching me. The prophecy tells me that I will bring a cruel war to the city that belongs to my parents. After the defeat of the war, the people will be displaced and their wives will be separated. The royal family will be killed, captured, and humiliated..." Paris said quietly, on the white paper in his memory, a few lines of black writing flashed away, such a record-like description made him almost For a moment, he seemed to see the scene in the waves ahead of the river of time. He calmed down his slightly ups and downs and continued to say calmly: "This makes me have to leave that leisurely forest as soon as possible and come to the unpredictable land. Wander around, try to see if you can find another way of life."

Such a gloomy future almost made Medea, who had already cooled her heart, show a sympathetic expression, but soon, she put away this feeling of pity... because Paris, as the person involved, was not only not bewitched by fate. The despondency he teased, he didn't have the anxiety and self-pity that he would be burdened with a city at all, he neither had blind confidence and optimism, nor the gloom of complaining, as if what he just said was not a black prophecy, Instead, he picked up the lyre and sang a refreshing morning song in this green forest, or it was the happy music that flowed out from the busy city center, plucking the strings smoothly...

But what can't be concealed is his calm and calm attitude and unhurried demeanor, which made Medea, who was also teased by fate to throw up her armor and armor, tremble inexplicably when standing in front of him.

"You...you already... already have a countermeasure?" Medea was surprised.

She didn't realize that she had already felt an unconscious awe and admiration for Paris, which is really a very important thing for a woman who can make a choice that almost kills her at the end of a predicament. Unbelievable thing... Maybe she has really tasted enough of the torment and toy of the gods and fate, so she was easily shocked and moved by a calm and at ease person like Paris, whom she had never seen before.

It is not a contempt for the frivolous fate, but a kind of calmness and elegance after being treated seriously.

But what is the prophecy to Paris?Or in other words, he was born with a mentality of exploring and seeking ahead, for which he could leave Mount Ida and Onone, and even try to make himself more worry-free, with Apollo The dialogue, even the sudden mention of his biological parents and the strange prophecy, could not stir up the slightest ripple in front of his too ambitious and broad goals.

The gods in this world are high above the sky, just like the stars shining all over the sky, distant and bright.On the way he pursued, all the gods were emitting brilliant light, which made him unable to bear to look at them for a long time...

Although the fact that almost all the gods in this world rely on the inheritance of blood has caused him a little distress, it only shows how bumpy and long the road he chose was, just like how he met Apo that day. As Luo said, he never forgets his goal in life and never forgets it after death. For this reason, even if he stands alone in front of these gods, he will walk cautiously and calmly...

He was already mentally prepared to devote endless energy and time to it, and even during this trek and travel, some vague and complex plans and huge and complicated layouts had been slowly formed in his heart... But still Before he could start the upcoming destiny, the uninvited and abrupt guest in the dream last night broke it all up at once... It was as if all the preparations in the early stage were wiped out in an instant. Fill it up...Paris knew that in that lost memory, there must be all the hard work and hard work that he once had nothing, so he is now like a conqueror who is about to set foot on the top of the mountain …The countless supports and wealth that he is stepping on, spread all over, are all generous gifts from himself in the past!

He didn't speculate too much, and he didn't even think about the identity of the wicked god in the dream. In his impression, he couldn't find out the other twin gods besides Apollo and Artemis. Gemini...

This is also due to his low-key silence and increasingly hidden sense of existence when he was Thanatos and the sleeping god Hypnos!

"Countermeasures?" He raised his eyebrows, and asked in surprise, "How is it possible?"

Before he could say anything else, another clear voice sounded from another direction: "As a mortal, how can you speak wild words and have a plan to resist the future that the goddess of fate has set?"

The visitor who came out with the early morning dew looked over with a smile, he saluted, and said slowly: "Medea, you have crossed."

Medea, who realized that her problem was too much, withdrew her annoyed gaze, turned to look at the third person who stepped in, and said with a sneer, "But what right do you have to say this to me? , Sisyphus?"

"I heard that the king of the gods has made a decision with the gods on the punishment you will receive after death." Medea said coldly: "They decided to exile you to Tartarus, a piece of land that will never reach you." The boulders on the top of the mountain are endlessly rolling down and pushing up, day after day, never changing, what you should do now is not to hide in a corner, trembling with fear, cunning king of Corinth Sisyphus!"

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