For millennia we have documented events that seem to stop the world, but there was a single period, a hundred years, where nearly none was written and all that has been burned. This is known as the lost century, and one man may be able to uncover its truth.
"I came all the way to Germany and didn't even see a vision at all." Alexander sighs as he fixes his scruffy brown hair.
"You can always come back another time." Someone says over a low-quality telephone. "Come to the Uk and we'll set up some places to go, you'd be surprised about where you can go in the 50s."
The low-quality telephone cuts out before they can continue.
"How can I travel ten thousand kilometers and not see a vision at all?" He grumbles as he waits for his flight. "This is bull-…?". He couldn't finish, his eyes widened, and his mind went blank. He is going to have a vision.
He can see something, something he has not seen before. A temple, maybe Greek? He also sees something else. Death. Life is withering, rotting, and people, their skin cracking and eyes popping out. He can hardly breathe, his connection to this comes from no psychic powers, just sheer horror. Finally, one last thing was seen, his family. That could not be. His family had left when he was just a baby, what could they have to do with this? It probably wouldn't matter; he could just ignore it like he always would.
The vision concluded and the first thing Alexander could do was throw up. His thoughts were scattered and jumbled, "could this be a plague? A virus of sorts?" he thought to himself, but two things was clear; he had to go to Greece, and he may be the only one able to stop this.
The plane engines roar, it is flying to Athens, to get to The Temple of Hephaestus.
"My family may have to do something with this, but it'll probably just be something to do with my vision." He recalls a memory he hasn't thought of in a while. "Thank god Schwanz found me before anyone else, I probably would've been executed." He chuckles.
Schwanz is a supernatural investigation agency, they had found Alexander when he was just a boy and took him in, without them he would be nothing, and he may even be dead.
The planes landing gear made contact with the worn concrete, he had landed in, and the Temple of Hephaestus was now only a reasonable journey by taxi. The road was hilly but scenic, Greece has some of the most detailed history and architecture, even a ride my taxi is nice, and before long, he was there.
The stone columns stretched far above ten meters high, and the grandness of the temple is truly fit to be named for a god. Alexander stepped out of the rusty car and towards the steps of the temples.
"Could this be it?" He mutters to himself. At this moment he doesn't think about the plague that could end the world, but his family, the family he never had.
He steps up the temple stairs and makes it to the center. Once he is there, all the signs show, a vision is happening.
This vision is far less horrific. Only one thing is shown, Mount Olympus, the place bearing the same name as the home of the twelve Olympians. That is where he needs to be.
Time passed, and Alexander stood at the base of the mountain, and so his climb began.
His boots crush the snow, step by step he moves up. He made sure to come alone; this is his destiny He moved for hours, making every breath count, and finally, the summit.
There nothing there, only one thing could be seen; a crack, not in the ground, but in space itself, and so he reached out…
It was a flash, an explosion in his face. When he opened his eyes, everything was white, not snow, just white, and in the center of the room, an eye with black smoke seeping. The only other in the room was a thin man holding the eye and restricting the smoke.
"Who are you?"
"Your father."
A wave of shock went through Alexander. "Why are you here?", His voice shaking
"We are servants of Kronos, the god of time."
"That's why you left?"
…
"Yes." He replied. "It's not that I didn't love you, but once a servant bears an heir in his arms, they must leave to hold the curse, and to let the current holder be free.
"I have so many questions…"
"All you need to know now is that you must live how you'd want, the secrets you wish to know will be granted in due time. For now, just try to be happy, son."
Before Alexander could reply, the world returned to normal, once again stood at the peak of the mountain.
Many thoughts flushed through his mind, but now he knew that he was not left for who he is, in fact, he was still loved, though now he must live for himself, not to know the reason for his abandonment, but to enjoy his life whilst he has it.