Seikilos

During the Age of Strife, a man had a beautiful daughter whom he loved very much. They both sang and danced, but he couldn’t stay with her; he dreamed of spreading love and peace to the world with his music. He promised her to return and tell her stories of his travels. The man set off and hopped on his goat, leaving his home and his daughter behind. The man would sing aloud in each place he visited, serenading all who listened. This man eventually had eight beautiful daughters from eight different women. He experienced everything this world had to offer. The man thought it was time for him to travel back home. 

He and his children returned to his Mediterranean village only to see it conquered and enslaved by an imperial empire. The place was unrecognizable, with houses, streets, and buildings reminiscent of the slaver's homeland. A man from the village, a survivor, ran to him and tearfully informed him that his daughter died in the encampment.

 The man was struck with grief and fled. He found himself by a cliff, ready to jump off; he heard his name say twice, “Davos, Davos '. The man stopped, turned around, and saw a man with long blond hair, tanned skin, and beautiful eyes. He was God, Davos thought. God told him, “You’ve traveled the world with sonnets of love and peace; why are you throwing it all away?” Davos said, “ This world can’t be freed by music alone; my muse died with my daughter.” God replied, “ You underestimate the power in your song; you alone inspired many with your melody; if you died now, you would never get to see the fruitage you have borne.” Davos asked, “How can I be free of the pain?” God answered, “ You will never really be free of torment, but you can show those the consequences of taking away one's freedom. Become one with the fire in your soul and play a requiem no one would ever forget.”

Davos returned, riding his goat, and sat atop a hill overlooking the whole town. He set his lyre, stretched his fingers, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. 

He began to play a melody of destruction. The homes of the slavers turned to rubble, and the buildings caved in, crushing those inside. This melody wasn’t a song of love and peace. It was a psalm of hate and destruction.

He drove out all the slavers; he and his daughter freed his enslaved people and built a new country called Salmos.