With every great story told, there is a prologue. You could call it... "a beginning to the beginning." And our beginning, dear reader, begins with a swan.
Now, this wasn't just any swan. Honestly, it was not a swan at all! Disguised as a bird, the being inside was something much more elegant. Something divine. The king of all gods, the one to rule them all. His name was Jupiter.
There are more details to the story that you absolutely must know: Jupiter walked on mortal ground for a reason, you see. The reason was named Leda. Leda was a mortal queen, ruling alongside her husband to the kingdom of Sparta. Sparta was a powerful place, and Leda even more so. She was just as brave as the king was strong, and the people of Sparta loved and rejoiced her name. She was also very beautiful. With gorgeous and long brown locks that trailed down her spine and a smile like sugar, Leda was truly one to behold.
Once, when Jupiter had been keeping eye on the mortal world, he encountered quite a sight. It was the Spartan queen, all alone and bathing herself in the river. Enticed, Jupiter traveled to the realm of Earth. He was not dissuaded by the fact that Leda was human, instead more intrigued. In the guise of a swan, Jupiter watched Leda return to the spot every week without fail. And finally, when the moment seemed right, Jupiter snagged his opportunity with a tight and feathered grip.
He raped Leda, impregnating her with his children. Distraught, Leda ran home and did not look back. She turned to her husband Tyndareus for comfort. And from his seed she bore two more children.
At birth there were two eggs; one bearing the divine offspring of Jupiter, and the other holding the mortal kin of the king. From Jupiter came Helen and Pollux; two beautiful and strong children with honey hair and sapphire eyes. They were demigods; half mortal, half deity. This being so, they were gifted with special talents and traits from their divine kin. For Helen, beauty. And for Pollux, he received the gift of absolute immortality. From the second egg, royal but not godly, came Castor and Clytemnestra; the weaker-bodied counter-parts of their twin siblings. They were completely mortal; susceptible to illness, disease, and death. Unlike the magnificent beauty that was the air of Jupiter's children, Tyndareus had created quite the average offspring. They had brown curling hair and unimportant faces, but their gifts lie within their minds. The Tyndareus children were cunning as they were quick, sharp minds exceeding their siblings'. Even so, as the four grew up, they grew equally. Castor and Pollux especially so.
Here is where I stop and the true story begins. This tale tells the fates of the brothers; Castor and Pollux, and the legacy they left behind in their wake.