On this particularly bright sunny morning, a fragile, thin and generally pale figure stood on our doorstep, knocking like the devil possessed him. It made us feel like something was wrong. That particular figure was Falco. He seemed somehow both concerned and upset at the same time. More specifically it seemed like he saw us doing something we weren't supposed to.
So as the door creaked open, on hinges that weren't quite "right" to the human eye, Falco stared me down. "Who are you? And why are you here?" There was unexpected anger in his voice.
"What do you mean, Falco? We have known each other for a few months now." I said, suspicion coloured my voice.
"What do I mean!? You weren't here befo....."
"Did you just say "before"? Falco.....explain." It was a simple slip of tongue on Falcos side, but it was enough for me to have a good impression of what happened. And It seemed it was good I had one, since Falco was immediatly silent. Then he doubled down, saying things like "Your not welcome here!" and "They're going to burn your house down stay here." But his borderline racist attempts were not something that was to applicable to me and Ares. We were both milk white northerners if judged by current skin colour and to be frank here. It was identical to the residents of Caer Dour.
Ares and I looked at each other, more disappointed at his attempts than at what was actually said.
Then Falco was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and dragged into the house by Ares, who had been standing behind Falco without him having even noticed him.
"Uhg...hey! What?!"
We took our sweet time with Falco after he was sat at our dinning table. First I made tea while Ares went into the kitchen to prepare something quickly. Yeah, Ares could cook. I was surprised as you are right now when I found out. Apparently Aphrodite wasn't really a fan of it. He was hesitant at first, thinking it was beneath him, but eventually he had opened up enough that he not only "admitted" it to me but also allowed me to help. Though at some point Ares had had enough of some of my failed attempts at cooking and permanently banned me from kitchen work.
Anyway, back to Falco.
The poor fella, frail and pale as can be, was forced to sit by our table. He resisted at first but then I leveled my best "disappointed Mom-Glare™" at him. Courtesy of one of my somewhat familial experiences from my nightmares.....
He shrunk into himself.....as was expected of him. I sat down across and began the shortest questioning of Falcos short life. "Did you perchance wake up today with the memories of an already experienced life? Was it as If you had traveled back in time?"
Then it was as if a light turned on in Falcos head. "I'm not the first that happened to, am I?" As Ares came back with snacks, he heard it. "Normally its actually pretty rare. Very few entities remember their last live. And regarding that "Travelling back in time"- thing. From what I know and remember, it is possible though it usually needs a hell lot of energy and will-power to pull off. And even those aren't always successful." Now it was my turn to be confused. As far as I knew, there was no mention of any timetravel that happened in either the books or mythology. "Don't look at me like that, Perce. Even we don't know who that person was. Not even the gender. All we knew and still know, is that they went by the name "Mykes Akrotes" He who strikes from an extreme distance. But we know them under many other names, the only common name shared by almost every version is the first name Mykes."
"Fungus. You had a time-traveler in the past that was named Fungus? What was so impressive about him that you remember them even?"
"Well...."Ares said, shrugging his shoulders in resignation".....he was not only among the best archers to ever walk this earth, but infact he was such a threat to those that earned his ire that they would often never even spot him before their entire group was killed. Both Apollo and Artemis swore back than that neither of them were the guys parent. But he still achieved shot that even those two would find "difficult" to pull off. If they weren't well....you know. Mykes was also rather good with spear and staff weapons. Good enough to fight two Spartans to a standstill. He later participated as a neutral party during the fall of Troy. While many think Achilles was hit in the foot by Paris, it was infact Mykes. During the war not many noticed how certain people walked into the forest and never left. Even fewer noticed that sometimes arrows would strike certain soldiers on both sides and kill them in a single hit. But only after Achilles was killed did Apollo spot Mykes. By account of him, the archer was in the north-western part of modern Romania. That was a shot was so incredibly long that even at an approximate distance of at least 600 kilometers. That was about three times the modern estimate of the horizon, Perce. A distance of 600 kilometers to hit a spot no bigger than the tip of your pinky finger. That is why we respect Mykes, regardless of how funny his name is."