Adatha

To get me started with this fiction art blog thing, I thought I’d use something inspired from someone. In my school, I have a friend that had to act in a play for her Social Studies class. She explained to me (in detail) how their play was going to work, the characters, the setting, and everything else. It all absolutely fascinated me, and the story had been lingering in the back of my mind since. Seeing that it was from a few months back, I might’ve forgotten a few details (whoops).

Anyways, let me tell you about my perception of Adatha. She has light, brown hair (I unfortunately coloured it inaccurately in the above photo) and hazel eyes (I’m sorry but I’m not fond of drawing eyes), and she absolutely loves to read and write. She would often leave her house and sneak out to find open and unoccupied fields so she may read and think in solitude. She has two elder brothers and a younger sister. As an Athenian, she longs for adventure, which she thought she was never going to get until she met Ericius.

{Painfully long story and you don’t really have to read it but hey why not}

The setting is in Ancient Greece, as the Peloponnesian War was to take place. In Athens, they focused mostly on the arts and literature. While in Sparta, most are trained for battle to prepare for the coming ‘war’. It just so happened that Ericius, a Spartan, had never been really interested in becoming a warrior. He had always longed to learn how to read and write. He was in a respectable family, his best friend was the son of the general, it’s as if fate stated that he had to join the war, as much as he didn’t want to. Then, this is where Adatha comes in. After Ericius rides along the Spartan borders, boom, he gets lost (oh joy). He continues to wander for a while, trying to recognize where he is, until he spots an Athenian girl; reading as she paced back and forth in an open field. Ericius approaches her and introduces himself and said Athenian becomes scared because Spartans and Athenians were practically forbidden to meet. After some convincing that he means no harm, he finds out that the Athenian is Adatha. The two converse and eventually become friends, after learning of each other, they make a deal, Adatha would teach Ericius how to read and write, while Ericius teaches Adatha how to ride. They promise each other that they’d meet the next day at the same place, and after that, they say goodbye and depart. (Ericius finds his path eventually after some more wandering yay) Two months into their deal, Ericius finds himself falling in love with Adatha.

I’m going to keep this as brief as possible because, trust me, it’s a really long story.

They both fall in love with each other and continue meeting for a few months until one day, Falco, the aforementioned best friend of Ericius, gets suspicious, and decides to discreetly follow Ericius. After seeing that his best friend is meeting up with an Athenian, he confronts him the next day but Ericius paid him no mind and continued meeting with Adatha. The two decided to get married, to seal their love. It took place in Sparta, requiring Adatha to sneak in. Once they received a blessing from the oracle, they had to meet with the high priest. The clock was ticking and they had to get to the high priest before Falco catches them, but when they get there, it is too late. Falco and his men chased Adatha and Ericius down until the two had reached a dead end. They stoned Adatha, but before Ericius had gotten to do anything, Adatha was dead. Ericius becomes terribly depressed and is imprisoned for treason, for interacting with the enemy. Four weeks into his confinement, he had said he could not take it anymore, so he takes his own life. As he was crossing the Styx accompanied by Charon, midway there, Aphrodite interrupted them. Aphrodite had said that she had seen the purest form of love between Ericius and Adatha, and that their love in itself had bound them forever. Aphrodite took Ericius from the Underworld and brought him back to Earth, but as a spirit. The two, since they weren’t visible, had managed to get to the destination with ease. The destination was the open field wherein the lovers would meet hours before nightfall, and as they approached, Ericius saw Adatha like how they first met, she was pacing, but she wasn’t reading anything. The two had given Aphrodite their thanks, for reuniting them, and for allowing them to inhabit the Earth as mere souls. The two had been meant to be together forever, bound by their own pure love.

“Why’d you come? Why’d you take your own life for me? You had a future ahead of you; you’re clever and strong. You surely could’ve found someone much better than me, a mere Athenian.” Adatha said, still doubting Ericius’ initiative. He placed his hand on her shoulder and uttered, “Hundreds and thousands of years may pass, and I might meet hundreds and thousands of people. But whatever happens, Adatha. It’s going to be you, it’s always going to be you.”

-End-

Disclaimer: The idea and characters belong to my friend’s class. Peloponnesian War belongs to Greeks (?) Greece belongs to Greece. I own nothing but the perception, the art, the summary, and the conclusion (the last bit wherein Ericius dies onward).