07-24-2014, 11:10 PM
As he recalled, book stores were meant to be quiet places. Today seemed to be full of surprises.
He could not help but overhear the conversations being held, and they offered him much information. The first voice spoke and Michael listened to the unlikely story while he flipped through several pages before closing the first book to open the next, Apollodorus' Library and Hyginus' Fabluae.
The man took a class on comparative mythology with no knowledge of the oroboros? His mispronunciation only served to deepen the scepticism. The tale of his wife also rang false. It was a strange place to search for information on a simple tattoo, the internet would have sufficed for both casual interests.
It seemed the man was an honest one. His lies were almost as bad as Michael's - at least those told without the bubble of calm that came with the power. So, he was searching for the Atharim, and had enough sense or knowledge to lay low. Michael wished him well and hoped no harm came to him because of it.
The second man was not so cautious, his honesty dangerous.
Aria
Wanting to find her itself was harmless enough. He guessed Atharim interacted with people just as any other did, but his interest in the oroboros was telling.
He shook himself mentally. Why was he analysing the conversation of strangers like a battlefield? It seemed the interest in the Atharim had piqued his curiosity.
Soon. Only a little longer and I will be able to help.
Forcing the conversations from his mind, Michael read the opening lines of Apollodorus:
By gathering the coils of time from my learning,
come to know the myths of ancient times.
Look not into the pages of Homer or of elegy,
nor the tragic Muse or the lyric,
nor seek clamorous verse of Cyclic poets. Look into me
and you will find in me all the cosmos holds.
A preface forgotten to modern translations, surviving only from Photios, 9th Century patriarch of Constantinople, who reported that it appeared as a preface to the copy he read.
Very interesting. He had not seen this mentioned before about Apollodorus' Library, his only experience being brief forays into specific segments of the work online. Could this mean something? He would have to see.
All the while Michael did not notice the photo's being taken of him or the others.
He could not help but overhear the conversations being held, and they offered him much information. The first voice spoke and Michael listened to the unlikely story while he flipped through several pages before closing the first book to open the next, Apollodorus' Library and Hyginus' Fabluae.
The man took a class on comparative mythology with no knowledge of the oroboros? His mispronunciation only served to deepen the scepticism. The tale of his wife also rang false. It was a strange place to search for information on a simple tattoo, the internet would have sufficed for both casual interests.
It seemed the man was an honest one. His lies were almost as bad as Michael's - at least those told without the bubble of calm that came with the power. So, he was searching for the Atharim, and had enough sense or knowledge to lay low. Michael wished him well and hoped no harm came to him because of it.
The second man was not so cautious, his honesty dangerous.
Aria
Wanting to find her itself was harmless enough. He guessed Atharim interacted with people just as any other did, but his interest in the oroboros was telling.
He shook himself mentally. Why was he analysing the conversation of strangers like a battlefield? It seemed the interest in the Atharim had piqued his curiosity.
Soon. Only a little longer and I will be able to help.
Forcing the conversations from his mind, Michael read the opening lines of Apollodorus:
By gathering the coils of time from my learning,
come to know the myths of ancient times.
Look not into the pages of Homer or of elegy,
nor the tragic Muse or the lyric,
nor seek clamorous verse of Cyclic poets. Look into me
and you will find in me all the cosmos holds.
A preface forgotten to modern translations, surviving only from Photios, 9th Century patriarch of Constantinople, who reported that it appeared as a preface to the copy he read.
Very interesting. He had not seen this mentioned before about Apollodorus' Library, his only experience being brief forays into specific segments of the work online. Could this mean something? He would have to see.
All the while Michael did not notice the photo's being taken of him or the others.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."