Demigod's Dreams, Part II
Chapter 3Discord Roleplay LogStart of the Roleplay: Demigod's Dreams, Part IICharacters: Aiden (Demigod), ??, ??Time: Unknown — within the realm of dreams
The sound of metal clashing against metal echoed in the air. Hearing it, Aiden's eyes snapped open. He found himself standing in the middle of a partially destroyed road. He instinctively reached for the weapons on his belt—only to quickly realize he was half-naked… again.
"Oh, fuck me... it's another dream," he muttered in frustration.
As he cursed under his breath, the unmistakable sound of weapons clashing rang out once more. He quickly looked up to see who the two battling warriors were. After scanning the area, he finally caught sight of them—it seemed to be a man and a woman.
The man wore a chestplate made from some highly durable yet flexible material. From what little he could make out, it appeared to be engraved with runes. Though he couldn't decipher what they said, he could feel the raw power emanating from them even at a distance. He wore armored pants with a scale-like texture and a crown of roses on his head. But what truly stood out was the weapon he wielded: a completely crimson spear that radiated pure malice and murderous intent. It was clearly forged for war. The man wielded it with terrifying speed and deadly skill. Aiden's mind throbbed trying to comprehend what kind of weapon it truly was.
The woman wore a dark blue tunic that reached mid-thigh. It was adorned with golden patterns and wave-like designs. She had metal guards covering from her ankles to her upper knees—crafted from an incredibly flexible metal, as she moved like she wasn't wearing armor at all. She also wore long gloves stretching from her hands to her elbows. Lastly, she wore a crown made of diamonds and various rare materials—crafted exquisitely, no doubt, by a master jeweler. She carried two beautifully crafted blue daggers that, just by looking at them, emanated a serene and tranquil aura.
After studying the characteristics of both warriors, Aiden watched a beautiful dance of death unfold between them. It was as if they were following a symphony written just for this battle. The clash of their weapons formed a perfect harmony of instruments in sync—delivering a performance that would leave even the simplest spectator in a trance. The man and woman moved with a grace Aiden had never seen before. After an intense exchange, they distanced themselves and began to argue.
Aiden wanted to get closer to hear what the two warriors were saying, but as he tried to move, his body betrayed him. It was as if he couldn't even move a single hair. He was completely mesmerized by the scene before him. Meanwhile, the argument between the two strangers seemed to end, as both raised their weapons once again—ready to fight what might be their final battle. Their body language made it clear: they intended to end it this time.
As the two began to move again, the entire scene started to blur before Aiden's eyes. He let out a frustrated scream as the world around him began to crumble like a collapsing puzzle. He fell into a fountain of water. Strangely, he didn't feel the pain from falling from such a height into water, and for that, he was grateful—until he realized water was now flooding into his lungs. He began to swim desperately upward, trying to breathe. When he reached the surface, he coughed up all the water he had inhaled. That's when he heard a completely unfamiliar voice.
"He's growing stronger. Soon he may be ready to join us," said a young voice, quickly but excitedly.
Upon hearing this, the son of Nike looked up to see where he was and who was speaking. To his surprise, he found himself in some sort of ancient library or study. Then another voice spoke.
"While he is certainly capable, he's not ready yet," said an older, more serious voice.
"Not ready? Who are they talking about?" thought the black-haired youth as he quietly approached the voices.
"But Master, you heard what the sorceresses said—he's starting to dream!" exclaimed the young voice, full of passion.
"Dreaming? Are they talking about me?" Aiden thought quickly. He crept behind a bookshelf to spy on the two people speaking. From his position, he could only catch a glimpse of their backs—the elder and the young boy appeared to be organizing part of the study. The older man wore a violet robe, as if taken straight from a fantasy novel. The younger one, who couldn't have been more than 14 years old, wore black dress pants, a black shirt with suspenders, and formal shoes.
"Just because the boy has begun to dream doesn't mean anything. He's still too young to grasp the magnitude of his destiny," the elder said calmly.
"But Master, he is Το αγόρι της νίκης που υποσχέθηκε, he alone can face it!" the boy declared passionately.
At that moment, Aiden froze. They were definitely talking about him.
"Silence, Rufus Zafer," the elder said sternly. Hearing the reprimand, the young Rufus lowered his head in shame, embarrassed to be scolded like a child. Seeing his student's regretful expression, the elder sighed.
"I understand your intentions, my dear student, but we cannot place such a heavy burden on a boy so young. I know things are dire, but we can face them without his help. We can overcome this together. What do you say?" the elder asked kindly.
Aiden remained motionless, trying to process the elder's words. What did he mean by "destiny"? Who was "he"? Why did they need his help? So many questions, and so few answers.
As he stepped back to lean against the wall and think, he accidentally knocked over a few books, causing a loud crash. He froze. Then, the elder's voice rang out:
"Who's there?" the old man called out sternly, positioning himself in front of his student to shield him.
"Master?" the young boy said, a little afraid.
The elder didn't budge. He simply watched the direction the noise had come from.
"Come out, coward. Show yourself!" the master demanded.
Aiden stood frozen, unsure of what to do. As he tried to think of a plan, a heavy box full of large books suddenly toppled from above and crashed onto his head with a loud thud.
Hearing the sound, the elder rushed toward the shelf. But when he arrived, he found only an empty space and a fallen box—no sign of who had been hiding there.
| With Aiden |
He jolted awake, unable to believe what had just happened. Looking out the window of his cabin, he could see the sun already rising. His mind was spinning with questions, but all he could manage to say, in utter confusion, was:
"What the hell just happened?" he muttered in disbelief.
End of Roleplay 3: Demigod's Dreams, Part IICharacters: Aiden (Demigod), The Elder (unnamed), Rufus Zafer (Student?), Male Warrior, Female Warrior