Only Time Will Tell

Here you will travel with our fabled family across time as they adapt to the ever changing flow of time.

This will be based off of the History challenge, which you can find here: The Sims 4 History Challenge.

Prehistoric | Early Civilization | Middle Ages | The Old West | The Industrial Age | The Roaring 20s | Modern Day

Equality: The Founder may be of either gender. Both boys and girls are eligible for the title of heir.
Traditional: Children who are naturally born from the previous generation are eligible to be named heir. Adopted children are ineligible to be named heir unless there are no naturally born children, at which point they become eligible for that generation.
Xenophobic: Heirs cannot be a different species from the founder

How The Heir Was Chosen

  • Prehistoric
    • Ancestor – Default
    • Heir – First Born
  • Early Civilization
    • First Born Male
  • Middle Ages
    • First Born Male
  • The Old West
    • Middle Female
  • The Industrial Age
    • First Born
  • The Roaring 20s
    • First Born Female
  • The Modern Day
    • Middle Child


Chapter 02.04

“Dana, I really don’t think I should be here.” Philo whispered quietly for the third time. The very idea of being near this rich household made his skin crawl. His eyes traveled over the entryway once more as they both waited on Nazanin to be summond.
“I’ve already told you, Phi, she invited both of us.”
“No she invited you.” His mind drifted back to a few days ago. He and Dana had been down by the docks, watching the many vessels loading and unloading their cargo, when Nazanin had spied Dana. Those two were becoming close friends and Phi knew it was only a matter of time before Dana left him for her company. Nazanin had joyfully skipped up to them and proceeded to in for Dana about the new guests staying in her home. He had been virtually invisible to Nazanin. He still wasn’t convinced she really even knew he was there.


Dana turned, finger raised to scold him, but was stopped by approaching footsteps.
“Dana! I’m so glad you came!” Nazanin seemed to glide outside. She grabbed Dana by the shoulders and kissed both of her cheeks, grinning from ear to ear. “You’ll just love it. The priest is telling such wondrous stories about his homeland and their-oh.” Nazanin paused as she studied Philo. “You’ve brought a friend. How,” she paused again, head tilted, “nice.”
Dana, to her credit, looked embarrassed. “Oh dear! He was right next to me that day, I just assumed the invitation had been to him as well. If it’s going to be a problem we can go and I’ll visit some other day.”
“Nonsense!” Nazanin quickly ushered them inside. “The more the merrier.” She bent her head towards Dana, whispering fervently.
Nazanin led them through a maze of hallways until they arrived at a large, open patio. Philo was surprised to see the room was not facing the ocean. Since Nazanin’s family were wealthy merchants, he assumed the proper place for entertaining would be facing the water.
But what do I know.


As they entered the patio, concerstaion stopped and all eyes turned towards them. “Ah, daughter, you’ve brought more guests.”
“Yes father. May I present Ghadana and Philo.” She gestured towards them, then made a sweeping gesture back towards her father. “Dana, Philo, this is my father, Tukult, and my mother, Khannah.”
Khannah’s hands fluttered nervously. “Philos. Well, this is a surprise. How is your dear mother getting along?”


Nazanin cleared her throat, glanced at her mother, and then continued. “And this man here, is a famous priest all the way from Mycenae, Poimnios.”
Dana and Philo nodded in greeting, but otherwise showed no signs of understanding who the priest was.
Tukult laughed, waving his hands in dismissal. “Forgive the children, Poimnios. They are not as cultured as our daughter and have no idea who you are.”
Poimnios stroked his chin, staring thoughtfully at Philo. “Philo, that name brings back some memories. Old memories, well over five years now. How do I know your name?”
Philo quickly shook his head and shrugged, but Nazanin wasn’t so quiet. “He’s the boy who lost his memory. Many people came from all over, so news probably traveled back to you. Isn’t that funny, Philo, they know you all the way over in Mycenae.”

“Come here, boy.”
Phil approached warily. Poimnios grew impatient, grabbed his wrist, and hauled him over. He probed Philo’s head, turning it this way and that, inspecting it closely. “I see no outward signs of amnesia. You are a bit more cowardly than boys your age should be.”
Philo stiffened as the priest drew his head down to his, closing his eyes as their foreheads touched. He stayed this way for some time and Philo held his breath. The priest quickly pushed Philo backwards, who stumbled and fell hard on his right side. Dana rushed to help him up.
“Away from him, girl! Leave, now, boy! I don’t wish to be in your tainted presence!”


Philo had scampered out before the priest finished his sentence. Dana followed just as quick, but stopped behind the doorway to watch and listen. Nazanin looked terrified, her parents frowned but said nothing.
“That boy should have been destroyed as soon as his memories fled! It’s obvious now that he is being punished by the Gods.” He grumbled and pointed a shaky finger at Tukult. “Heed my words. That boy will anger Posiodin and bring destruction to your little island.”
Tukult glanced towards the doorway Philo fled through. “I really don’t think he could do anything to anger the Sea God so drastically as to destroy our home, Poimnios. He’s a good boy. Odd, yes, but good.”
“He is but the first link.” Spittle flew from Poimnios’ enraged lips. “First is the island, then the mainland.” Poimnios lurched to his feet and turned to stare Tukult in the eyes. “Run, fast and hard, before the Gods wrath shakes the very earth beneath your feet and swallows you whole!”

Note: A shorter chapter this time. But the next one will include a time jump into Philo’s teen years.
Nazanin and her parents were submitted by MrsRacooney.

Kleitros is 38 |Melitta is 36 | Philo is 10 | Chloe is 8 | Theodotus is 5

<< Chapter 02.03 | Chapter 02.05 >>


Chapter 02.03

“There it is, Phi.”


Philo skeptically eyed the ruins in front of him. They were worn down by wind, rain, time, and mankind’s own hand. Vegetation had begun to reclaim the stone structures from the earth, and vines forced their way deeper into cracks that spiraled up towards the sky.

This is the Creatures labyrinth?”
Dana nodded. “Everyone says so. See, they say the Sea God favored King Minos and gave him a really pretty, pure white bull. But the King was greedy and kept the bull instead of giving it back as an offering. Just like the one they do in Akrotiri every year, because that’s what you’re supposed to do to appease the Gods. Like how your mom does with her best harvest instead of selling it or keeping it. Anyway,” she waved her hand in a dismissal motion, “the Sea God was mad at the King and cursed his Wife, Queen Pasiphae, who gave birth to the Creature. Half Human and half Bull. Can you imagine such a thing!”
Philo snarled his nose at the idea. “I don’t believe it. If the King made the Sea God so mad and never made it right, then why is he being so nice to us now? And how did the Queen give birth to the creature? The King is Human, he isn’t a bull, or even half of one. And have you seen the size of a baby bulls head? It would never fit inside the Queen’s stomach. And wouldn’t the labyrinth be near the palace? That’s across the ocean, not on our island.”

Irritation flashed in Dana’s eyes, but she simply shrugged. “The Gods can do whatever they want to whoever they want. I bet that the King was so embarrassed he built a giant labyrinth to keep the creature locked inside. Maybe he didn’t want to see it everyday and be reminded of the shame, so he built it here. They say some Hero from over the sea came and killed it because the King was sacrificing his people to it.”
Philo cocked his head. “So why are we here then? The creature is dead.”
“Because I don’t believe it’s dead. I come out here sometimes when Mother is distracted. There’s a great shake and rumbling from below the earth, sometimes soft and sometimes loud. It must be the creature. There’s no other explanation because no one in town can feel it.”
“So you want to go down there? Have you lost your mind! What if it is the creature? Or worse! What if it’s the Sea God and he’s angry that you keep coming to this place?”


Dana grinned as she stood. “Don’t be scared, Phi. Come on!”
Dana!” Philo whispered as loud as he dared, then followed silently behind her. His eyes darted left and right, scanning the dense vegetation near the ruins for any unnatural signs. When he finally caught up with her, she was closely studying the offerings left near some lit candles.
“Why do you suppose people leave offerings here? It’s not like the creature can find its way outside to get these.”
Don’t touch it” He hissed, smacking her hand as she reached out for a decorative clay figure. “They probably leave it for the Sea God so he will continue to keep the creature lost and confused down there.”


Dana giggled. “Oh Phi, I thought you didn’t believe the story.”
“I don’t!” He protested hotly, and then quieter added, “But I do believe in the Sea God and if this was left for him we should leave it alone.”
“The Sea God favors our people, Phi. That’s why everyone wants to trade with us. Father says so. Now come on, the opening is over here.”
Philo groaned but followed dutifully. They carefully picked their way out of the ruins and back onto level ground. At the back of the ruins, hidden beneath an overgrown bush, was a broken set of stairs leading down into gloomy darkness.

“Dana, there’s not enough light down there. We’ll probably run straight into the creature if it exists.”
“Oh, no, there’s plenty of candles like the ones on the altar.”
“And how do you know that?”
She grinned sheepishly before navigating her way down the stairs. She jumped and skipped around the debris and rubble that littered the stairs with practiced ease. Philo was slower, picking his way carefully downward to avoid a perilous fall. When he reached the landing, he sighed in relief. Dana had a wide, splitting grin as she watched him take in the room.
“Pretty amazing, right?”

“Amazing? Hardly! It looks like any other forgotten ruin around here. And this is definitely not a labyrinth.”
Dana shrugged as her fingers lightly trailed along the stone. “Maybe not. You always ruin my fun, Phi.” She turned, bottom lip jutted out in a pout, before disappearing around the corner.
“Well, maybe it’s not the labyrinth, but it looks exactly like a temple. Weird that it’s underground.” He poked his head around the corner, expecting Dana to be there ready to scare him. To his surprise, she was on the opposite side of the room already entering yet another room. “Dana, wait for me!”


He chased her through the many rooms of the ruined temple, never seeing any clue to the real deity in residence. When he finally caught up to her, she was standing in a large room, her head craned up to see the tall statues before her. “Who do you think he is?” When she received no answer, she let out a melancholy sigh. “Wouldn’t it be amazing to be one of the Gods chosen ones? You could do whatever you wanted because it would be Their will.”
“I don’t think it works like that Dana. Besides, what if they want you to do things that you don’t want to do. What if they told you to stay home and be a good wife.”

She whirled around, eyes flaring in anger. “I will not be chained to a man who wants me to pop out ten kids!”
Philo raised his hands in submission. “Sorry! I was just pointing it out.” He mumbled as Dana stomped off towards the stairway leading to the surface. ‘She’s probably just mad that there was nothing here. Just like I said.’

Kleitros is 38 |Melitta is 36 | Philo is 10 | Chloe is 8 | Theodotus is 5

<< Chapter 02.02 (part 2) | Chapter 02.04 >>


Chapter 02.02 (part 2)


“Philo? What’s wrong? You haven’t touch your food tonight.” Melitta said softly, tilting her head a little in worry.
“Just ignore him. He’s just sulking because he came back to the shop late and got a beating for it.”
Chloe and Theo snickered behind their hands until Sappho smacked Theo on the back of the head. They both lowered their heads and silently continued to eat. “Punishment is not funny. It is to teach lessons.”
“Yes Aunt.” The children said together, eyes downcast towards their food.

There was silence for a while, the sounds of uncomfortable eating was the only thing keeping it from total quiet.
“Why do girls kiss things all the time?” Philo blurt out, lifting a lip in disgust.
“Philo! Is that why you’ve been sulking all night?” Melitta exclaimed, fighting and failing to hide her smile. She covered her lips gracefully with one hand.
“Girls do that when they like something, son. It’s in their nature.” Kleitros shrugged as Sappho shot him a deadly glare and returned to eating.


“Well, I wish she wouldn’t. People already think it’s weird that I play with a girl all of the time. But it’s only because she’s the only one my age who isn’t in school all the time.” He pushed his food around on the plate. “I don’t need them thinking I like her too!”
“So you don’t like her?” His Aunt eyed him skeptically, a smile tugging at the corners of her wrinkled mouth.
“That must be why he didn’t spend last nights earnings on a toy horse for her.” Kleitros chuckled, then cleared his throat and looked away as Philo stared at him in horror.
“You were spying!”
“Well, you were the one who was late. I was watching for you at the point.”
“This is so embarrassing!”
His siblings laughter exploded as they rocked back and forth on their chairs, slapping the table. Soon not only did his Aunt and Father join in, but his Mother did too.


“Go away.” He said miserably into his pillow.
Melitta ignored his request and sat silently on the edge of the bed. “Tell me what’s wrong, my son.”

Philo sat up, sniffing and wiping tears from his eyes. “Everyone makes fun of me, and now you all do too. She just makes everything worse. I hate her!”
Melitta let a small smile grace her features before letting it slip away. “My dear son, she’s not trying to make it harder. Little girls mature much faster than little boys. In a few years’ time you’ll feel the same way.”
Philo snarled his nose. “I won’t!”
“I may not know everything, but I am a girl myself and know first-hand about these things. If you want proof, just look at Chloe. A year ago, she was running wild with you and Theo. Now, she prefers the company of Ghadana, another female. And that, my son, is because she has begun to perceive boys differently. They are no longer playmates.” She laughed as memories from her own younger years sprang to mind. “The boy Chloe has in mind won’t even notice her for several more years, and he’s your age.”


“But I still don’t want her to like me, Mother!”
“Maybe she does, or maybe she just wants to be your friend. I was friends with a boy until I was 13 years of age.”
“Why did it stop?”
“Hm?” Melitta said dreamily, “Oh, well, once a girl reaches a certain age she’s expected to act more like a woman and less like a girl. It was no longer appropriate to be alone with him after that.”
Philo’s eye lit up as he looked on hopefully at his mother. “So one day she won’t have a choice!”

Melitta sighed in frustration. “Yes, eventually she won’t have a choice in the matter. But, and I mean this with all my heart, you should still be her friend. Girls don’t make true friends easily, Philo. So if she thinks of you as a true friend, then let her have that. She wont get to have that in a few years.”
Philo frowned at the pain in his mother’s voice, and instead of arguing he simply nodded. “I’ll try, Mother. But she better not kiss me again!”


Melitta kissed her son on the forehead and smiled. “That makes my heart glad to hear. Now, read your entries again before you sleep. Your father will have you up before dawn so you both can make it to the docks before the ships sail.”

Kleitros is 38 |Melitta is 36 | Philo is 10 | Chloe is 8 | Theodotus is 5

<< Chapter 02.02 (part 1) | Chapter 02.03 >>


Chapter 02.02 (part 1)

Philo ducked quickly into the shop as a group of giggling girls passed by, whispering behind their hands. He clenched his jaw, throat tightening as he tried to force the tears to stay down.


“Philo, you can’t hide forever you know.” Luca wiped his brush and turned back towards the canvas. “You did very well last night. I received many compliments from other families about your artistic talent in so many areas.”
“They just said that because it was your party.” Philo mumbled as he slumped down onto the floor.
“Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Either try again, or go sell the thing, preferably for what that painting would have brought me. I agreed to let you do this on the side because the doctor said it may help strengthen your mind.”
“You said yes because Mother yelled at you when you said no.”
Philo flinched as Kleitros slowly turned towards him. A friendly yell saved him from a beating he would have been sore from for days.
“Hello?” A squat, fat man entered the shop.
“Ah, hello Artemus. I just finished wrapping up your painting. A moment, please.”


Psst. Pssst. Phi!” After a few moments of silence, “Pssssst!
“What do you want Ghadana. You know I can’t play when I’m at the shop.”
“But Phi. There is a trader in the market with the most amazing things! He even has a creature I’ve only seen in paintings! The one my mother had when she was little.”
“You mean a horse? That’s not so amazing. Lots of traders have one to carry all of their stuff. They say it’s easier than keeping a slave themselves, and just pay local kids to do the work. Horses are just hard to transport over sea so we don’t see them here.”
“Yeah but-”

“Ghadana, how nice to see you here. I assume your Father is in need of something?”Kleitros stood a few paces away with the painting in his hands, brow quirked at the children.
“Um, well no. I came to see if Philo could come to the market with me. I’m not suppose to go alone.” Seeing the irritated reaction on Kleitros face, Philo groaned. They all knew she went to the market unsupervised. Quickly she blurted out, “I only want him to come because there’s a priestess that came with the new trader and maybe she can help him!”
Kleitros sighed, turning away from the children. Philo’s cheeks burned with the embarrassment of her statement. “Thank you, Artemus. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.” He escorted the man to the door and waited until he was out of earshot before responding. “Ghadana, it’s nice that you still have hope, but we’ve already tried that. That, and, as you are well aware, everything else.”
Philo groaned and let his chin rest on top of his knees. ‘Gods, even father has given up on me.’
“But it couldn’t hurt to try, right?” She gave Kleitros a pleading look, then turned towards Philo, giving him that ‘help me’ look she loved to give her accomplices. Philo turned away, refusing to help Ghadana in her game.
Kleitros glanced at his son then back at Ghadana. “Oh all right. But be back well before sunset. I need help packing up a few things for my trip tomorrow.”


Philo shouted back his agreement, feet already carrying him as fast as possible out of the shop. He laughed as Ghadana let out an excited whoop and raced after him, weaving in between the many people who had gathered outside the market. They had to shove their way through a tangle of legs, dresses, and tunics before they could reach the front in order to see the trader and the priestess.
Philo gaped at the wondrous things laid out on the table before him. He heard Ghadana giggle, twisting and turning in excitement when she caught sight of the traders horse near the back of the tent.
Philo fingered a few objects when the trader turned away to speak with a patron. His wonder grew at the sight of a clay sculpture in the form of some creature, and he picked it up to inspect it further. It had huge ears, with a small tail growing out of the back and a thicker one growing from the front. “Look at this, Ghadana!”

“Boy! Unless you got coin, don’t touch anything! I’ll have your hands if you try!” The trader yelled over his shoulder. Philo jumped and quickly set the creature down on the table.
“That animal is called an Elephant. They are a creature from a very far off land. One I doubt you will ever see with your own eyes.”
Philo’s eyes grew round and large as he realized who spoke. “P-priestess, forgive me. I didn’t see you there.” He made a quick and hasty bow along with the correct hand gestures, or what he remembered. They rarely had proper Priests and Priestess’ out here and had to go to the nearest major city, Akrotiri, to celebrate all rituals.
She chuckled, taking his hands in hers and patting them gently. “I’m not surprised. This trader brings many wonderful things from across the sea. That’s why I came with him. Most people would be more attracted to him and would forget me, for a time at least.” She nodded her head towards Ghadana, who was completely engrossed in a small wooden horse. She turned her eyes back to Philo. “Easier to spot the truly needy that way. Even in the city, the people who need help the most tend to get lost.”


He blushed. “So even across the sea they have heard of the boy who lost his mind?”
She let her gaze roam over the growing crowd before answering. “Most have forgotten about that little boy, since they can’t explain it.” She laid a hand gently on his head. “They wouldn’t be able to understand, anyway. I can barely comprehend what my Goddess told me, and I’m a wise old lady.” She winked down at him.
Philo grinned sheepishly at the joke, then straightened. “So your Goddess told you why I can’t remember things like everyone else?”
She smiled sadly and brought her gaze back to his hopeful little face. “She did. But I’m afraid I can’t tell you why. I’m not even sure if I would be able to explain it myself, it made very little sense. It was almost as if it was in an area that mortals shouldn’t be anywhere close to. So, that is something you have to figure out on your own or you will not be ready, and it will happen again.” She tapped on his forehead in emphasis. “Be patient, young one. The road ahead will be very long and full of twisted paths. Eventually, you will learn.”


The Priestess’ eyes glazed over. She raised her head, and slowly walked out into the crowed. They surged forward when they realized the Goddess was upon her, calling out to her for blessings, caressing her clothes and skin reverently.
“But I don’t understand! When will I know?” Philo called after her, but the priestess was lost in the crowed along with his answer.

Philo’s feet scraped the ground as he walked the street leading back to the shop. The answer had been so close, but even the Gods refused to end his misery.
“Phi?” Ghadana’s small voice said from beside him. “Don’t be sad. At least now you know one day you’ll be better. That’s something to be thankful for.”

He blinked a few times, staring at the low glow that was coming from inside the shop. His Father would be angry he was late coming back again. It always seemed to happen when he went places with Ghadana. He reached his hand into his pocket and pulled out the small wooden horse Ghadana had been caressing earlier. “Here. It’s not a real one, but maybe it will do for now.”
Ghadana took the little wooden horse slowly, flipping it over and over in her hands.
“I just thought it would help me say thank you for bringing me out here. At the very least, for saving me from the boredom of the shop.” After a few silent heartbeats he stopped, “If you hate it that much just say so!” He stood rigid, fists clenched tight by his sides.


She looked up, grinned, and threw herself towards him. After a short, choking embrace, she planted a swift kiss on his cheek. “Thank you so much!”
Then, she raced off down the street that led towards her home.

Kleitros is 38 |Melitta is 36 | Philo is 10 | Chloe is 8 | Theodotus is 5

<< Chapter 02.01 | Chapter 02.03 (part 2) >>


Chapter 02.01

“Philo! Wake up! Your girlfriend is here!” Chloe bounced up and down on the bed, waking Philo from a deep and, for once, restful sleep.
“She’s not my girlfriend. She’s your friend.” Philo muttered as Chloe jumped to the floor. He pulled his tunic over his head, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
“That’s not what Aunt says. She says-”


“Phi!” Ghadana giggled and threw her weight into a running hug that almost knocked them both over, “Remember me yet?”
“No! You know I don’t!” Philo said angrily, pushing her away. “And stop doing that! You’re giving people the wrong idea. And my name is Philo. P-H-I-L-O! Philo!”
Ghadana shrugged and skipped out of the room. “Oh, Phi! Don’t be such a baby!” She called over her shoulder.

Glaring after her, Philo pulled his shoes on, “Stop your snickering, Chloe, and let’s go before you’re late for school.”
“I still don’t think its fair that you get to miss school while I still have to go.”
“It’s your first day! Stop whining and move.”
“But not even Dana will be there! Her mother is keeping her home now too!” Chloe pouted, clearly upset that her best friend, who was a full year older than her, would not be attending the boring lessons at school anymore.
“Next year you and Ghadana will be out of school. Together. Now move!”


He collected his brother, Theodotus, along they way and was the last to leave the house for the day, and that was how Philo preferred it. No one asking ‘Philo, did you remember this.’ or ‘Philo, don’t forget to do this.’ It was enough to drive any 10-year-old mad.

Springing from the outer wall and landing lightly behind the siblings, Ghadana giggled, “Took you long enough! What’s the matter Theo, scared?”
“No!” Theo shouted, only half believing it himself but puffing his little chest out anyway, “Nothing scares me!”
Ghadana giggled again, wiggling her finger in his direction. “Of course you’re not! You’re strong and brave. Just like Phi!” She skipped off toward a side trail, “Don’t forget Phi, you promised your mom you would pick up her dress on the way home. Mother has nearly finished and I know your mom will look so beautiful. Bye!”
A deafening silence surrounded them until Chloe was finally bold enough to speak. “Oh, Philo, don’t get mad. She was just being, well, she was just being Dana.”


A bit of the anger left once Philo looked at his brothers face, and he tried his hardest to suppress the rest of it. “Come on you two, or you’ll be late and Father will be the one who’s mad and I’ll make sure you two get  a beating too.” But it was said with false conviction. Only he knew, deep in his heart, that he hoped they would be late so he wouldn’t see the pity stares from the adults and other children snickering behind their hands as he dropped his siblings off at school.

“You’re late, Philo.” Kleitros scolded, wiping the paint splatter from his hands.
“I’m sorry father.” Philo sulked into the little shop.
Kleitros sighed heavily at the sight of his sons sulking, “I know this is not what you want, but someone has to learn the business for when I’m gone. You know very well that you’re the only one capable since Theo is to young and hasn’t shown any signs of talent.”
“But what about Chloe? I see her draw sometimes, but she hides them from you.”
Kleitros frowned. “You know very well why Chloe wouldn’t be able to take over, Philo. Our own people would be just as happy to buy her work, but not outsiders.”


Not wanting to have the same argument again, Philo busied himself with the supplies for his fathers current commission. Shaking his head, Kleitros tossed the rag onto the work bench. “Tukult, that Assyrian merchant who just moved from the mainland with his family, commissioned a portrait for himself, his wife, and daughter. I’ll be away all day. You’re to mind the shop while I’m gone.”
‘Minding the shop’ was more tedious and boring than school was and came with just as many unwanted looks. The only good thing that came out of it, was sometimes the buyers would pity Philo so much that they would pay full price instead of haggling for a lower price. Today turned out to be no different and by the end of it he could feel the anger simmering just below the surface.
“Excuse me, Child. Is this the shop of the painter Kleitros?”


“Yes, but you’ll have to return tomorrow. He’s out right now and besides, we’re closed for the day.” Philo stated bluntly, holding the unfastened curtain in his hand.
“Oh dear. Please, Child, make an exception. You see it’s my wife’s birthday tonight and she absolutely loves his work. I was hoping to make a trade, you see, for a painting. I’ve traveled a very long way off my normal path to get here.”
“Are you mad! We do not trade, coin only.”
“Oh dear. Are you sure? I’m an expert carver, I’m sure there is something of equal value on my cart-” He began to turn, motioning Philo to follow.
Still skeptical, Philo trailed after the old man. He rummaged through the pile of items, trying to hide the fact that he had absolutely no idea how to tell the quality of the work. He was about to tell the carver to come back with some coin when he spotted a very faint, but nonetheless there, ‘C’ with a detailed dragon curled around it, burned into the side of one of the wood pieces. Philo’s eyes grew wide with wonder.


The old man chuckled, “Ah, you have a very good eye for art, child. This is one of my best works with musical instruments. And one of my last, before my hands grew to unsteady. Never had the knack for playing, and as you can imagine it’s rather difficult to make something you can’t use yourself.” He rubbed his chin in thought, “I would sell it for a bit more than one of the paintings, but seeing that I’m in a bind and you’re helping me out,” he made a questioning gesture, “what do you say?”
“Oh. I-I don’t know. Father doesn’t really like trading.” ‘But maybe if he saw something that Master Cavish crafted he wouldn’t object. He even said it was worth more than the paintings here. Father might even be proud of me!’

Mulling that idea over with himself, he nodded firmly, “Alright, it’s a deal as long as I agree on the painting.”

Shifting the weight of the harp to his left side, Philo rapt several times on the door frame.
“Philo! You’re just in time. I finished it just a moment ago. Oh! What have you got there?” Sonia eyed the harp, “Oh Philo, it’s simply beautiful! Where did you get such a lovely thing?”

He looked down at his feet in embarrassment, “Uh, well, Master Cavish wanted to trade and Father wasn’t there, and Mother has been secretly teaching me on hers and I thought maybe if I played at the party and on one of Master Casvish’s pieces that Father wouldn’t object to the trade.” He winced, hearing the idiotic words as the rushed past his lips.


“Well, your Father does love that mans work.” She clucked and ushered him into a side room picking up a bundle off the table, “Here you go, tell your mother I’ll pick my payment up in a few days. A good harvest this year, I’m hoping?” She gave Philo a knowing wink and he smiled. His Mother was legend in town to have the best garden foods, but never sold them in market. Instead, she chose to trade them for goods and services around town, much to the poorer people’s luck.

Tucking the package safely under his right arm, he thanked her and set out for home before Ghadana found out he was there.

“Mother, I have your dress and Sonia said she would come by in a few days to pick up her payment.”
“Good, I was hoping she would have it done early. Philo, what’s that under your other arm?” She crossed her arms, hip jutting out to one side. It had become well-known, to her children at least, as the stance of disapproval.
A bit shamed, but determined to have his mother on his side, he quickly told the story of the harp making sure it sounded better than what he told Sonia earlier.


“Let me see that.” She sat down in the nearest chair and turned the harp over a few times, inspecting it carefully before handing it back. “Well, I have to say he will be proud of you for acquiring this, but not for the reason you did it. You know how your father feels about me teaching you to play.”
“But maybe if he sees this and I play for him at the party he won’t forbid it.” Philo said hopefully.
Sighing, Melitta hefted herself out of the chair. Her swollen stomach showing the first signs of another sibling. “Philo, love, I know you are hoping that this new child will be gifted and can run the shop with your father. But the problem is, you don’t know that and neither do we. Your father can’t take that risk. We simply don’t have the luxury of waiting to see. And even if the child does show signs, and assuming it’s a male, it will be much to young. What will happen if your father dies before he’s born?”


“But I’m not as good as father is, and everyone would just buy mine out of pity. I hate that.” Philo turned his back, hot tears filled his sight.
Melitta went and gently turned him to face her, “If you regain your memories one day, then it’s meant to be and if you don’t then so be it. Years down the road, adults will be too old to remember and kids will be old enough not to care about anything but their own lives. Be patient, have faith that everything will work out. The Gods will provide for those who are faithful.”


Philo smiled up at this mother and nodded. She kissed his cheek and smiled. “Now, let’s practice the music you’ll play for your father when he comes home tonight. You can’t just spring it on him at the party.”

Authors Note: Ghadana and her family were submitted by littlemissgogo in the casting call (spoiler alert!). Congratulations on being included in the story as a Major character!

Kleitros is 38 |Melitta is 36 | Philo is 10 | Chloe is 8 | Theodotus is 5

<< Prologue | Chapter 02.02 (part 1) >>



My earliest memory is that of my baby brother being born. I remember sitting next to my father, listening to my mothers screams for what seemed like a lifetime. Finally, I gathered the courage and gently tugged on his tunic. When he looked down, I saw the look of fear in his eyes, instead of anger, and was no longer afraid to ask the question I had been burning to ask.
“Father, why does Mother scream like that? Is she hurt?”


My Father chuckled and pulled me into a tight embrace, “The baby is coming, Philo, that’s why she screams. It’s a normal process.”
Once he released me, I sat quiet for a moment, absorbing this new and astounding information. I looked at my feet as I swung my legs back and forth, not quite long enough to reach the floor. “Father, I came from Mother, just like this baby is. Did she scream that way with me too?” Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them and quickly dashed them away before they shamed me. I tucked my legs up underneath me, picking at the fabric on the seat.


“Yes, and even cursed me for putting you in her belly.” He chuckled when he saw my horrified face, “Don’t worry Philo. Your Mother is in pain, this is true. But it’s because Rhea requires it of mothers to make sure they are strong and in turn produce strong children. Mothers have unconditional love for their children, and unconditional love is how they overcome the great pain they feel. But no matter how strong a woman is, great pain always clouds the mind so she may say things she doesn’t mean.”


It seemed like an eternity after that. My mother would scream and cry out, then fall silent for a while. I remember my Father pulling me onto his chest. “Sleep Philo. I promise your Mother will be fine, and when you wake the baby will be here.”


I woke to my father stroking my back gently, murmuring my name. Suddenly all was quiet, and I was afraid my mother might not have been strong enough and that the Goddess Rhea took her life. My Father sat up, placing me gently beside him.
Sappho, my Father’s sister who never married and still lived here with us, came out with a small bundle in her arms. I watched her place the bundle at my Fathers feet, then back away with her head bowed.
It was a baby! I wondered silently if that baby came from my Mother, but looking at my Aunts posture, I knew it was not a good time to ask.


Father stared at the baby a very long time, until it waved its tiny legs and arms and let out a piercing wail. Father smiled but made no move to pick the baby up, “Ah, a good pair of lungs. The baby is healthy, then. A good sign.”
I didn’t know what he was looking for, or why he wouldn’t pick the baby up. The floor must be so cold, and the baby was only wearing very thing clothes. My Father must have come to a decision after a few moments, because he picked the child up and said loudly, “I accept this child. His name shall be Theodotus.” Then he strode up the stairs and into the bedroom where my Mother was. I started to follow, but my Aunt help up her hand and walked towards the kitchen. Obediently, I followed, knowing this is what she wanted and any disobedience would be quickly snuffed.


I sat quietly, wrapped in my thoughts as the dull chopping from my Aunts knife filled the silence. “Philo, you may ask me one question. I know there must be many of them fighting to get out in that little brain of yours.”
I thought hard about this. When she said one, she meant one and no more. I love my Aunt, but she scares me as well. Mother told me once that Aunt was the last of her kind because she could do many things with the plants found anywhere in the world, for good or evil, and could even talk to the Gods and Goddesses if she wanted to. But we all knew the unspoken truth; Aunt didn’t believe in the Gods or Goddesses of our people. Aunts knowledge was lost to all but a few people now, and everyone planned to let it die with them. I had tried to ask why but Mother wouldn’t tell me, and I was too afraid to ask Aunt. I bet it was because no one liked the idea of angering the God’s and Goddesses by learning a way that taught people they weren’t real.


“Well,” I said very carefully, “Why did you place the baby at Fathers feet instead of in his hands.”
“Ah, that’s a very good question and something you should know for when you are older. I placed the baby at your Fathers feet, because even though your mother gave birth to it, and it looked healthy, your Father gets to decide if it will be part of this family or not.”


“But Aunt! If we don’t take care of the baby it will die!”
Aunt placed her knife down and walked into the room with me, giving me a hard look, “This is the way of other lands now, and their practices are slowly creeping into our way of life. Men outside of our People rule over all: material and living. They even feel they can choose if someone lives or dies, as long as it’s in the name of their Gods.” She spat and shook her head, “Sometimes it’s like they think they are Gods. Take care, Philo. You think differently because of our People, and how We have raised you. But,” she held up a finger and gave me a stern look, “you should shield yourself with the new traditions as they come, because it could be your downfall if you don’t. Our world is changing.” Aunt had a haunted look in her eyes, and a small chill ran along my spine, but was gone almost as fast as it began.


A little while later, a steaming pile of food was placed in front of me and I eagerly devoured it as quickly as possible.
“Good. Now stay here until your Father comes for you.” Aunt said, then turned on heel and walked out of the room and I was left to do as she said.

What else could I do, father would beat me if I didn’t listen to her.

That was a memory from 2 years ago, and it’s the only thing I can remember clearly from early childhood. When my parents first brought me to the local doctor, no one believed me. They said I was just seeking attention and they shouldn’t acknowledge it. But as the weeks passed it was clear that, despite the punishments that were given to me, I was not faking my condition. After that my days were spent with doctors, who came from all over, preforming various treatments and asking questions. Nights were worse. I spent them huddled under my blankets trying to get use to the sounds and smells that scared me more than they comforted me.
Then, as suddenly as they took an interest, they left. The local doctor suggested that I start writing my days down in a journal, and any dreams or stories I thought up because, according to him, they could be memories coming to the surface in a different form. My Father didn’t think it was true, but later I heard my Mother and him talking and found out it was only because he thought writing feelings and dreams were a womans way of dealing with issues. After assuring him that there were famous, wealthy male writers that were coming forward in society now doing just that, he agreed to allow it.


I’ll end this by saying that I don’t want to do this. In truth, I made this first entry to make my doctor happy, and I will keep writing to make my parents happy. But to make me happy, I suppose I’ll pretend I’m writing about someone else instead of me.

The again, someone who’s broken makes a more interesting story, rather than a story about someone who is complete.

Kleitros is 35 |Melitta is 33 | Philo is 7 | Chloe is 5 | Theodotus is 2

Early Civilization | Chapter 02.01 >>


After Prehistoric Era

Below is a quick summary of our main characters lives after that fateful night. Some backstories may contain sensitive topics, so please read on with care. If you’re interested in any one else (or questions about what is here), let me know and I will add it.

Dana and Arya: After much coaxing by Arya, they both traveled south with their People. They both became leading figures among their People, making most of the major decisions and defering to the Elders when necessary. Dana passed to the after world five winters before Arya.
Children: 3 boys (Kain, Luca, Argus), 2 girls (Ava, Sparrow)

Kain: Kain did not survive the poisoning despite Arya’s best efforts. Once his soul floated free, he was reunited with Averie before continuing on to the afterworld.
Children: 2 Females (Una, Fawna)

Liana: Liana fought for her life for over a moon due to an infection that spread across her face from the burn. Thanks to Arya’s knowledge of plants, she was able to minimize the scarring and close the wound, but still carries many from that day. She went on to be a widely renown seer and healer.
Children: 1 Female (Fawna)

Mayliah: After the fight with Liana, Mayliah ran and never looked back for fear she would get caught. She traveled 4 moons away, to the west, where she came across a small village and quickly ensnared a young chiefs son. However, as soon as her child was born (Kain’s child), she snuck off into the night, leaving the child behind. She was never seen again.
Children: 1 Female (Una)

Luca: Luca traveled south for 2 moons before the harsh winter set it. He traveled to south for a total of six moons before finding a suitable place. However, he soon discovered other People lived there. He quickly fell for a young woman there, convinced her father to allow a bonding to occur, and left for home without her to lead his People south.
Children: 1 Boy (Wind Runner)

Ava and Adan: Both traveled south with their people. Ava quickly picked up a love for woodworking and studied with the neighboring People’s craftsmen. Adan became a renown tracker, and was the most skilled when it came to animals and their behavior. Ava died giving birth to her twins, Tana and Thorn, leaving Adan to raise them with Liana’s help.
Children: 2 Girls (Cypress, Tana) and 1 Boy (Thorn)

Argus and Mahla: Both attempted to travel south with their People. However, Mahala had difficulty birthing their child. She safely delivered the child, but was very weak. They both remained behind and promised to travel south as soon as she recovered. They were never seen again.
Children: 1 Boy (Salamander)

Sparrow: Sparrow followed in her fathers footsteps by becoming a scout for war parties. On one war walk, she was captured by the enemy People and given to an older warrior as a gift. She was raped and beaten repeatedly. One beating resulted in the miscarriage. She was soon cast off to the warriors nephew, Buckthorn, who treated her as a human instead of a dog. Upon her rescue, she begged Dana to spare Buckthorn’s life. It was spared, however he was not allowed to return with her to raise their child. Sparrow never settled down and her daughter was mostly raised by Liana and Adan.
Children: 1 Girl (Raven)