Don't be afraid of your visions, little one. What's your name?
Acamas.
Acamas... a strong name. I knew your father. He was a very brave man. Soon, it will be your time.
My time for what?
The fight against evil never ends, Acamas. War is coming to the Heavens... and your father will be there, fighting for your future.
He does not fear danger. No pain, death, defeat or ridicule. He fears only the failure to defend that which he holds so dear: his loved ones. If there is one human who can lead them against Hyperion, it would be Theseus. But it must be his choice.
Hyperion
A man's seed can be his most brutal weapon. For generations, your people will stare into the eyes of their sons and they will see my likeness. I will be remembered in every glance, every smile, every tear that is shed for eternity. But before your baptism, understand that you are not drawn here to my flame... on instinct. But you ran here because you are a coward, and the world does not need anymore cowards. So I shall do this world a great favor: mark you as one of us... and rid you of your ability to populate the Earth. Traitor, although you will not hear them, your forefathers weep from their graves. For the future of their bloodline ends with you here tonight.
All men's souls are immortal, but the souls of the righteous are immortal and divine. Once a faithless man, Theseus gave his life to save mankind, and earned a place amongst the Gods. They rewarded his bravery with a gift: a son, Acamas.
I obey the law! No God shall interfere in the affairs of man... unless the Titans are released. If we are to expect mankind to have faith in us, then we must have faith in them. We must allow them to use their own free will.
If any of you come to the aid of man, or otherwise influence the affairs of mankind as a God, the punishment will be death.
No God will ever again come to your aid! YOU ARE ON YOUR OWN!!! Do you understand, mortal? I have faith in you, Theseus. Prove me right! Lead your people.
When this world was still young, long before man or beast roamed these lands, there was a war in the Heavens. Immortals, once thought incapable of death, discovered they had the power to kill one another. Lost in this war was a weapon of unimaginable power: the Epirus Bow. The victors declared themselves Gods, while the vanquished were renamed Titans and forever imprisoned within the bowels of Mount Tartarus. Eons passed. Mankind flourished. And the great war receded from memory. But the evil that once was... has reemerged.
You were right, Theseus. My visions are a curse. I want to see the world through my own eyes, feel with my own heart, and touch with my own flesh.
Your mother's death was not in vain, Theseus. It was fate that brought you back... for the Bow. With that in your hands, Theseus, it will bring Hellenus victory.