Caution: Attropolis contains strong language, sexual content, disturbing images and immoral grotesque behavior. You have been warned.
The next morning in Creetus a storm was brewing, dark clouds, thunder, the sea unruly, waves hitting the shore high and strong. People were shaken and in a hurry to secure some food, as they rarely bought food for more than one day. But they weren’t afraid of the dark, especially in the mornings, since they all had slept, they regenerated their eye’s ability to shine light in darkness. Hippos woke up to a thunder, his parents nowhere to be found. He went to the window, looked up, the dark sky was enveloping everything, the lightnings were creating a wonderful show that excited him, the thunder was creating a symphony that was raising the hairs on his arm. Suddenly his parents burst through the doors, as rain started to pour down from the skies. Seeing his parents wet, hearing the thunders, Hippos couldn’t help himself, he ran out of the house, the parents didn’t have courage to step out when Zeus was mad, throwing lightnings down at earth. Others were afraid of Poseidon, as he could drown them, when days like these occurred it meant that the very next day, they would have to sacrifice an animal, but that also meant traveling to the foot of Mount Olympus. Hippos was running, ecstatic, each step that hit the ground was creating a splash, the bigger the splash the faster he was trying to run and harder to put his foot down. His white robe, was drenched, sticking to his body. With each thunder he started screaming as loud as he possibly could, thus no one could hear his voice. Some people were looking outside in the darkness and seeing him run past their house. Most of them were scared, the rest thought he was crazy, though no one really recognized who the child was. He had finally arrived in the town square, all alone, no one around, the rain was pouring, the boy started gesturing left and right towards the places the lighting was appearing through sky. He raised his right hand, clenched a fist and rapidly brought his arm towards the ground making a semicircular motion, up and down, as lightning struck the house of one of the town’s most respected elders. A scream that seemed to be the spark that started the fire was heard. Hippos was ecstatic, he couldn’t believe his eyes and his luck. The water got to his ankles, he was shaking, not because he was cold, but because he couldn’t contain all the adrenaline that was rushing through his body. So he started running again, running back to his home. Crying, he had never felt so much excitement in his entire life, like a god striking down upon mortals. Then the rain stopped, like with a snap of the fingers, everything went dead quiet, nothing was moving, he stood in place… Then he….
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