[A/N: Players will roleplay as Eirenaios]

Deep in the overgrown ruins of Theros, where once priests chanted and laurel trees whispered secrets to the wind, knelt Eirenaios, son of Apollo. He was a demigod born not of hubris, but of wonder—a boy who asked too many questions, who read stars like poetry and saw gods not as rulers, but as companions.

He had come here in search of Leádon, the river god who had vanished from memory.

Leádon was once worshiped by fishermen, dreamers, and those who heard voices in the rain. But over time, his name faded from altars. No great myths bore him; no temples survived, save for this hidden sanctuary, crumbling under vines and time.

But Eirenaios had found him once—not in scrolls or songs, but in a moment.

Years ago, while fleeing a battle he wanted no part of, Eirenaios collapsed beside a spring. Exhausted, bleeding, and furious at the gods, he shouted into the sky: “Why should I fight your wars, bear your blood, sing your glory?”

The water shimmered. And from it, rose Leádon.

He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t demand worship. He knelt beside Eirenaios, touched his cheek, and simply said, “Then don’t.”