The Journey so far had been long and taxing, never did Aeneas realize that there would be this many struggles. Leaving from the shores of Sicily he assumed everything would be okay, however he was quickly proven wrong when the storm hit.

Morale was low, they had lost half of their fleet, people where exhausted, starved. Aeneas had to find something to do, he had to find some way to fix this mess before he and everyone else with him started to lose their grip on reality.

As he paced the boat he managed to see land in the distance, his eyes widening in hope. Immediately the ship was forced to the shore, eventually docking in the sand. The men had never been so happy to see solid ground, Aeneas deciding that it would be good to get a surgery of the area.

Perhaps this would be it, the land he was destined to be in, the land the fates had decided he would call home. Moving through the trees he found and entrance to what looked like a growing city, slipping inside without being detected thanks to his mother, Venus, and the cloud she portrayed around him.

The city reminded him of his own, people hard at work, the streets busy and people moving about everywhere, then that’s when he saw it, a temple with their story on its walls, his story. The Trojan war, his triumphs and losses, it was beautiful, it was fantastic.

But then, he saw her. His eyes locked onto her the moment she had moved past, crowded around by young men she held herself confident and tall. Like a goddess among mere mortals. To say that he was curious was an understatement, he had to follow her, had to where what she was doing as he followed her into the temple, almost not realizing the men of his own fleet that followed behind her.