Almost two centuries have passed since the mysterious tragedy of the Poseidon's Fury left its entire crew slaughtered without a trace of the assailant. Only a single shred of evidence remains - a cursed scroll clutched in the captain's severed hand...
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One hundred and eighty-seven long, haunting olive harvests had passed[1] since the night the Poseidon's Fury met its gruesome end, taking its ill-fated crews and unspeakable horrors down to the depths of the ocean. But for the superstitious people of Thebes, the chilling demise of the ship had never faded from memory.
Most residents spoke of the Fury's fate in hushed whispers, afraid to invite its ghostly, cursed luck. However, during the depths of winter, when storms battered the coast, elderly women would gather by lamplight to recount the gruesome details in hushed, haunted tones. These tales were disturbing enough to trouble children's nightmares for weeks.
Over time, the cursed legacy of the Fury grew darker as fact became entwined with myth. Despite this, its malignant presence was still felt - a warning against delving too deeply into the mysteries that were better left undisturbed.
As the winter winds howled and elders told tales of terror by the fireside, one person burned with determination to uncover the truth. Themistonoe walked the streets of Thebes with a glimmer in her eye and scrolls tucked under her arm. Despite the fears of curses and misfortune, she knew that mysteries were meant to be solved.
"I will solve the riddle of the Poseidon's Fury," she declared to anyone who questioned her quest. "I was born to unravel secrets that have been undisturbed for ages. What frightens others only fuels my passion to know."
Once a girl who had been raised in luxury, Themistonoe now braved the elements, guided solely by her instincts and intellect. She came into the world in a lavish villa on the outskirts of Thebes, another accomplishment for her influential family. As the youngest child of Echecratides and Helikonis, she was born into wealth and prestige.
Her father, Echecratides, had built an empire through smart business dealings, with his caravans stretching far across the Greek world. Land and wealth poured into the family's coffers with each passing season.
Despite being a man of commerce, Echecratides carried himself with the grace of nobility. His ancestors had ruled small city-states prior to the rise of more powerful forces, and he held great pride in their political lineage.
Themistonoe's mother, Helikonis, descended from a long line of priests and priestesses devoted to the ancient ways. Even in her youth, Helikonis exuded a calm solemnity, as if the rituals and secrets of the gods flowed through her veins. She maintained traditions at Thebes' holiest sites and taught her daughters the mystical rites that gave meaning to each phase of life.
From a very young age, Themistonoe wanted more than what her family's villa could provide. Slaves took care of her and made sure she was always well-dressed and adorned. She had tutors who taught her various subjects in the morning, and she would play in the villa's gardens in the afternoon.
The villa had beautiful gardens with flowers from different places, and some fountains brought a sense of peace. However, she was confined within the walls of the villa, as her father's fields and vineyards lay outside.
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