I have given birth to my son, Medus, who will be the key to my future. Nothing went wrong, no complications, no issues, no trouble, and that makes everything so dull. However, there’s only so many things that get my heart pounding and keep me excited, which is why some obstacle would be welcomed for my entertainment. I know the fine line between risk and reward well enough, but if I’m asking for a risk, how big of one will I get? With the rate of actions currently, I question whether something will actually happen or not. I don’t really care for which scenario takes place, so long as the end result is beneficial to it, I will be satiated. I suppose I shouldn’t be ranting over this too much, for I must wait and see the future for myself.
No. I know this is what I wanted, but no. Why did things have to turn out this way. I can tell who he is, that visitor who has come to Athens. It is the eldest son of Aegeus, born from Aethra, daughter of Pittheus, whom he’s never met, and who has hidden his identity for an unknown reason. Theseus. Although I know I asked for this and bit off too much, that only causes me to hate the