“ Όλοι οι δρόμοι οδηγούν στη Θήβα, αλλά μόνο ένας στο θρόνο”
Bobbyseus heeded well the words with which Mentor had parted from this life, taking the road less traveled by towards the city. He carried Penelope upon his back for the fates had decreed that chivalry could not die so long as Bobbyseus lived. On the second day of their trek, the young couple stopped to eat a picnic lunch on the banks of the Brandywine River under the ample shade of a Kauri tree. While lost in each other’s eyes, an all too common phenomenon, a party of ants stole away with their food. Enraged, Bobbyseus hauled off after them, each stride as long as a man’s life. He followed his quarry to a large boulder composed of gneiss, a metamorphic rock. Upon the boulder, in a script that had seen too many winters, was written thus: “Όποιος ανελκυστήρες αυτό το βράχο και ανακτά το δόρυ του Αχιλλέα πρέπει να είναι βασιλιάς, ”. “What that I could but know the meaning of such characters! This script is so ancient that I cannot read it!” exclaimed Penelope. “There are few now who can,” explained Bobbyseus. “It is written in the language of Homer, which by the grace of Athena I can read. It says whosoever lifts this stone and retrieves the spear of Achilles shall assume his mantle.”
“His mantle? Wasn’t Achilles king of Thebes?” questioned Penelope. “I see now why Mentor had me travel via this forgotten road,” spake the half mortal. With that Bobbyseus began to power up. With his knees bent at slightly less than ninety degrees, the massive glutes and quads of the demigod tore rock from earth. A resounding flex of his massive traps and posterior delts flipped the boulder above his head. Now with a grunt yet to be rivaled in the gyms of men, Bobbyseus heaved the boulder into the air. The boulder landed a short distance away splitting in two, an outward manifestation of the dual nature of Bobbyseus. The brazen glint of Achilles’ Spear caught the azure gaze of the demigod. Bobbyseus then bent to retrieve it. Hearing a rustling behind him, he leapt around, wielding the spear with the skill of Achilles after consuming multiple amphorae of sierran dew. To his shock, before him stood hundreds of fully armed warriors, having taken their current form by transforming from ants. Wary, he said unto them, “Though your numbers are many, so are the fibers of both my morals and muscles. If ye are not friend, then you can join my foes in Hades.”
The first warrior came forward, lowering his sword and shield. “We pray that you find us to be the former, son of Zeus. We are Myrmidons, battle companions of Achilles. We were fated to remain as ants upon this earth until the heir of Achilles came forth. We are ready to serve you as we did Achilles.” With that the Myrmidons knelt before Bobbyseus, proclaiming their loyalty. Though taken aback, Bobbyseus now realized that with these warriors at his side, he may well be able to defeat the malevolent forces of Demophon and unseat his uncle Usurpius from the Theban throne.
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