“I’ll be fine, Heracles. I still have July, Lena and including the Old Gardener here.” replied a woman warmly and gently. She smiled, lovingly looked on her son.
Heracles didn’t answer, looked on his mother worriedly. His mother smiled gently then she pulled him nearer and caressed his hair. “Don’t worry. I will be fine.” she said. Heracles didn’t reply, still kept silent. Then suddenly, he remembered to something. He turned back and looked at his mother.
“Mom, don’t you think my father love me?” he asked.
His sudden question stunned her. Her hand unconsciously stopped caressing his hair. “Of course, he loves you.” she said then continued caressing him. Heracles blinked looking his mother.
“Why doesn't he come visit us?” said Heracles in sulked voice then turned away.
“He was too busy. It’s why he can not come and meet us.” said his mother, still in gentle voice.
“Why did we leave?” he asked again.
“Uhm,” his mother’s voice came out then stopped. Whenever he asked her about it, his mother always kept quiet. Heracles also didn’t ask more. He kept quiet with her.
“It would be better if you stay with him when I'm absent.” Heracles spoke up.
“It’s okay Heracles. We have live years without him.” she said.
“Yeah but…” Heracles wanted to say something but he stopped. Then they both turned in silent again.
The boy there was Heracles and next to him was Alcmene, the current queen. Heracles was a tall and strong boy. At the age of fourteen, he was almost taller than his peers. Heracles had a beautiful face and golden hair which he inherited from his mother who was a gentle and kind hearted person but quiet. She never got angry or complained. She always treated him as like other child. Probably because of having to leave his brother, she devoted all her love to him. Heracles never complained about it.
“Iphicles,” she said, “Your brother. He will go there too, right?”
“He will.” said Heracles in low voice.
“Promise me you will treat him well as you meet him.” she said. Heracles turned, looked into his mother’s eyes.
“I promise, mom.” he replied.
“You are brothers.” she added.
“Don’t worry mother. I remember it.” he said.
“I believe you.” she said gently.
“Mother,” Heracles spoke up, turned back to his mother, “Do you know anything about where we are going?” he asked.
“Hippocoon is a magic school, a place where only the elite can come and learn. Some of our family members had studied there. One of them is very famous person who is known the first hero, Perseus. He is your ancestor.” she said, explaining.
“Oh, that’s it.” he said excitedly. “Anything more, mom?” he asked.
“That’s all I had been told. Probably you have to figure everything out for yourself.” she said softly, giving him a gentle smile.
“Yes, I will do it and then I will tell you.” he said.
His mother smiled. It looked like that she didn’t care much.
“Let do what you want but remember to take care of yourself.” she said.
“I will, mother.” Heracles answered her and then turned silent.
The woman there was no one but Alcmene, the offspring of the greatest hero Perseus. She was wife of Amphitryon and also the recent Tiryns’s queen who had given birth to two children Heracles and his brother Iphicles. She was known the most beautiful woman on the world in recent. Her beauty was nice and gentle as like moonlight. Honestly, she was even more beautiful than goddesses of Olympus. Alcmene had a blonde hair, long and smooth. It looked like a stream passing through his head. Her face was as beautiful as the moon with a pair of beautiful eyes. They were compared as stars in the night sky. She was kind and gentle woman. She never got angry or yelled at anyone.
Alcmene and his son, Heracles lived in a nice building of which had a beautiful garden in front. It was take care by an old man who they used to call Old Gardener and he was also their charioteer. Heracles didn’t know his name and he also had never asked about that but Old Gardener had always been some one close to him. Except Old Gardener, there had two women living with them there. They both had even Alcmene’s maids serving her since she lived in the castle and then followed her to the building. One of them was a chef named Lena and the other July, their butler. July was a clever woman. She had an outside business and it was the way she got money for their daily activities. July had never gotten married but she had a daughter. Her name was Amelinda. She had same age with Heracles. Amelinda had never met her father since she was born. She even didn’t know his shape and even his name. That seemed like her mother's own secret. She didn’t feel uncomfortable about it. On the contrary she lives in joy, happiness. She is very intelligent and eager to learn. She was even cleverer than her mother. Amelinda was a cute girl who had round face, a light curly hair reaching on her shoulder. Her voice was clear and had a little sweet. Though she and Heracles were same age, she was a head lower than Heracles and looked slim. Great wisdom was inside a cute girl.
“Heracles, Gwen came.” squeaked Amelinda, walking in the room Heracles and his mother were, “Do you go with us to the town? We have to buy something.”
“Wait me a moment.” said Heracles. He turned to his mother and said: “I have to go with them mother. See you at the dinner.”
He stood up strode to Amelinda who was standing at the door.
“Go Amelinla.” he said.
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