From the very beginning, even before they started to explore the world for themselves, two of your children believed they were toyed with, rejected because they were unworthy of your glory, a mistake, and thus both have the same goal: Surpassing the ones who abandoned them - you, their parents. Although they had uncertainties on how to achieve their goal, their determination for its fulfillment was strong, and thus in everything they did this overarching purpose was in the forefront of their mind.
With an uncaring and pessimistic heart, they examined the locket and the note within, and because you sent them out too early, their notes were generic, one that could have been sent to anyone, everyone, and seeing that as a sign of negligence, they threw away their lockets and ignored the note, hateful to keep something their parents gave as an offhand sign of affection. The pair wandered from town to town, seeking news of artifacts and items that would perhaps allow them to surpass their callous parents, and contemplating the day when this Solace and Soul looked up to see them in all their glory and weep at what greatness they had abandoned so coldly in the dust. The kits hid their appearances as they asked of their parents during the travel, believing that they had to know how great their parents once were in order to surpass them, and from these inquiries they learned much, none of which aided their negative opinion and instead gave them further reason to reject their origin. A past goddess for a mother, one who apparently abandoned immortality in order to discover the beauty of mortality? A statue for a father, brought to life with a soul from the afterlife? Who are they then, a half-breed of god and statue, the monstrous children of divinity and one who lives a second life?
Such facts and acknowledgements became fuel for the fire that is anger and fate, and the kits, now firm in their belief that they were destined to be greater than such parents, searched and planned tirelessly for artifacts and their actions onward once one was found. Sleep was a rarity, and when they did rest and lay as still as what their father used to be, their minds were empty, for dreams were aimless when they had a greater destiny beyond imagining.
On one such night, the kits met their lone brother in the abyss of darkness where dreams were made, and in a moment of clarity, Endeavor, with his wish of freedom, saw his siblings, though he knew not their identity, and the kits saw him, and they too knew him not. The trio were wary, curious, alert, and after uncountable minutes in such silence, a spark, a flame, ignited conversation. Somehow each knew what the other wanted, and so the winged siblings told him all they knew about the world beyond the temple, of its inhabitants and personalities, and Endeavor told them all he knew of gods, the realm of which they dwelled in and ancient artifacts that would help them on their quest to greatness. He spoke of a necklace that bestowed on its owner floating silver hands and the power to draw weapons from air, and of a tiara that gave its master hands of shadow, and in addition abilities of and communication to the denizens of the darker realm.
And curious of their appearance, Endeavor asked if they knew his parents, Solace and Soul, and in a great shock, the trio realised their relationship with each other. The dream shattered in a bright haze, and the winged kits woke, the realisation that one kit was kept with their parents dawning on them. For others, this realisation may show them the caring side of their parents, and give them the knowledge that they were sent out for a greater reason, but for them it was another sign of their abandonment, of their parents’ carelessness towards them in particular, for if they can keep and care for one, why can’t they love three more? Perhaps their mother wished to be the only winged one, or hated children who looked like her, or perhaps the father disliked being in a house filled with the winged, and thus chased them away.
Whatever the reason, their resolve and hatred was strengthened by this understanding, and both decided to go after an artefact, but their wants were different and each called for separate artifacts, and they glared at each other, waiting for one to break. None did, their spirit having gone through too much to be broken now, and having different wants and means of achieving their goal, they parted without a word, their previous plans lost and forgotten. One went after the tiara, willing to dive into darkness in order to rise and be greater, to be a god, and one went after the necklace, vowing to stay on the path of light so that he may prove to the world his greatness and worth.
Thus each kit undertook separate quests for their target, both alone in their journey for all was forced away besides their ultimate goal. Friends did not matter, and the future mattered little when the wrongs of the past were so great. Time passed, the world quiet, until the tiara was found, and upon her mastery of the object she formed a bond with the darkness, gathering an army so as to attack the gates of the gods until they collapsed and made her goddess. And alongside was her brother’s discovery of the necklace, and with time came the mastery of weaponry, and he became a vigilante, a child striving to be a hero with the powers he had gained.
Perhaps years have passed since they saw each other, and because of what they chose to become they met again, having parted as siblings with different ideas and reunited as ones who did not understand each other and what they’ve become.
Why would he try to be a hero? Heroes never truly achieve anything, and power was never in a hero’s grasp.
Why would she try to be a villain? She would only prove to their parents that they were right for deserting them.
Wordlessly, he hero chased after the villain, for that is how the world moves, and the hero wished that her defeat would bring him fame that would reach even their parents’ ears, ears forever sealed against their helpless cries in youth. Yet it seemed that some part of him had awakened during this long race, and it now whispered to him thoughts he hid from himself. He was planning to attack and perhaps even kill his own sister, his last true family member. If the villain were to fall, what would the hero become with no aim? No purpose? Would he fall and become nothing? Would his parents laugh at his demise and cheer for his early abandonment? And upon realising that he could never be a true hero, for he could not bear to see his sister defeated, a decision was made, one that meant he would help her as much as he could, without allowing others to know his assistance. For these thoughts were a weakness in his armor, and he would do everything within his power to hide it, as he had gone too far to turn back now, so he privately wished her well, and hoped he could someday see her as who she wanted to be.
The hero intruded on the villain’s plans, doing his best to kill as many denizens of darkness as he could without making any extensive impact on her overall army. Yet a time came when through others’ plans and his involvement, the city managed to capture her, and horrified, the hero tried to help her escape, but the villain needed no help. Her voice strong, she declared her intentions, thoughts, emotions, and with the peoples distracted, she broke free, and quickly vanished, and no amount of desperate searching could ever find her again. The hero’s rushed actions were discovered, and his name declared false, his deeds an act, and banished the hero became, another scorned figure in this wide plain.
Yet still Perseus resumed the endless hunt for the villain, and Andromeda continued her eternal quest for immortality, and because of their deeds, both were hated, and their strife and warfare ignored till only I know of their story.
