The Scribe
Who said the eclipse was over? No, over the known world Darkness still ruled. The light of the sun only a corona, a grim glimmer of suppressed light, a thin celestial halo across the sky. It was astronomically improbable that it should last this long. The Gods were playing games it seems, and mortals knew it as a sign. The appearance of a new heavenly body within the night sky and now an eternal eclipse? Strange tidings to be, omens of things to come. Apollo's light would not come to them, his influence cut off, his beauty hidden by the vengeful moon. For too long as the pale sphere merely reflected the sun's light. In this one act of glorious revenge, a divine hand kept such a moment eternal to spite the vain Roman god. Barely a fledging child and already he dared to ascend to the sky, and for this down shall he plummet with wings of wax no more.
Behold now, ye mortals below, the miraculous sign of the war to come. The clash of the gods as sure as the hidden sun over Egypt. Here now revealed to them, the splendors of the astral sky, endless lights within the cosm. With his will exerted upon the sun and moon, neither objects would move far from the lock he had placed, Thoth dictated the movement of the cosmos themselves, the movement of the spheres. Such that if he decided the sun not to move across the sky, nor shall the moon reveal the sun, the eclipse shall be, will be and would be cast over the known world. A declaration of his intent, a mockery of Apollo's power for true the sun was his dominion, but it was Helios who moved the object across the sky. Apollo was only its light, and light was now blocked from being felt as the cold chill overtook the desert sands.
He needed to secure the Greco-Roman underworld for his plan to flourish, the truth of his schemes buried in obtaining it. For as any Egyptian god will tell you, there is power in the afterlife, an font of undeniable power from which the dead could be harvested to fuel their beliefs. Or in this their weapons of war, weapons which Thoth sought to recover and reclaim. Balance shall be kept, the Greek Gods have had their time to shine, and now like Apollo's light, they shall be overshadowed by their betters.
"Music, Medicine, Poetry, Truth and Prophecy... Only these five things the Sheepherder has mastered, and yet thinks himself to be more powerful than us. Your hubris is an insult upon true power." Thoth aligned the stars to speak his message. The young god was nothing compared to Zeus, to which he added,
"Ask your father if he cares to play a game with the King of Games."
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