Mykonos only knew three things growing up. 
His father was a teacher named Cygnus at the School of Athens
He was named after a small island created by Herakles from Giant's testicles.
He had to call his father Daska.

When he was four, he asked Daska where his mother was. Daska responded with a shrug and said.
"She's where she is not."
Mykonos decided his father was an idiot.
The woman who managed the orphanage would know, so Mykonos asked her. She looked at the small boy and promptly laughed at him.
"Your mother is dead whelp."
Mykonos cried for a mother he had never known.
The woman who ran the orphanage nearly choked to death on an olive at the evening meal, only the intervention of a manservant saved her. Then she slipped in the olive oil and fell to brain herself on a bust of Athena. Mykonos saw it all and also saw that Athena -who normally looked so severe was smiling. The woman saw Mykonos' smile and flew into a rage. She came at him with a strap only to step in the same spilled oil, falling flat on her face at his feet. She got to her knees and was about to grab the boy when an owl flew in and dropped a mutilated mouse on her upturned face. She screamed for a few beats, gasping in horror at the mouse before looking wide-eyed at Mykonos. Whatever she saw terrified her and she fled the orphanage never to be heard from again.

So Cygnus received his 5-year-old son following that occurrence from the orphanage with instructions never to bring Mykonos there again. Cygnus spent the no time in preparing for a trip, taking his son back to Thessaly to the court of Peleus where he paid a midwife to take care of his son and returned to Athens. Cygnus and Mykonos never saw each other again, living.

Mykonos spent the rest of his all too brief youth in the palace of Peleus following his adoptive mother about until age seven when she presented him to the Myrmidons for a life of training and soldiering.


Cygnus of Thessaly was a scholar in a time when few men sought literacy.

He had, as he described it, a rather unremarkable life growing up the son of a scribe, for Peleus the King of Thessaly. If asked, Cygnus would smile shyly before admitting that his father, Euphor, had kept him away from the court and that his mother had simply been one of the slaves in the palace. This was the lie that Cygnus' father had told him. The truth was that Cygnus' mother had been an Amazon and his father had little memory of the fateful night other than he was drunk and couldn't remember anything about her, save that she had shown up in Thessaly a year later to present him with his freshly weaned newborn son. Cygnus had been named for the god of the wind by his father. 

Cygnus didn't expect much out of life as he was not athletic nor much interested in the art of war, instead devoting his time and energies to the studies of language, art, and philosophy. His father, recognizing his son's talents in this sent him to school in Athens. There Cygnus paid very little attention to the outside world save to mark the passing of his father, Cygnus excelled in the school at Athens and soon forgot all about his previous life in Thessaly. His life was spent pouring through the scrolls and tomes of the school's archives. He discovered the existence of the Aegis on some ancient stone carvings.  When he inquired as to where the carvings had come from he was directed to the Acropolis and the temple of Athena. The priest who met him there revealed that while he himself held no knowledge of the carvings there was a woman on the isle of Mykonos who could. 
Cygnus was eager to be underway and commissioned a boat to take him out to the Cyclades. The journey was dull but did not dim Cygnus' desire to learn the truth of the Aegis. Upon arrival in Mykonos, he learned that the woman had died years ago. Distraught and forlorn, Cygnus visited the shrine of Athena and complained to the goddess instead of praying. He was interrupted by a young woman who introduced herself as Minerva. She told him she had known the woman Cretina who held the aegis carvings. Minerva guided Cygnus into the hills of Mykonos to where the carvings had been discovered. There Cygnus had forgot himself in the wonder of the cache of carvings, spending all his time studying them and not even remembering to eat. He would have died had not Minerva taken pity on the man.

They spent a season among the rocks. Minerva assisting Cygnus, She had lain with him in the end, her fascination with the man winning a place in her heart for him. When the season had come to a close, Cygnus prepared to return to Athens to publish his discovery. To his disappointment, Minerva would not come with him, saying that Mykonos was her home and what they had shared would remain there in the stones. Sadly Cygnus returned to Athens only to discover that Athens was at war with Mycenae and no one was interested in his findings with the war on.  Then he learned that his father had died in Thessaly. 

Cygnus took a teaching role at the school where he lost himself in his classes and studies. He tried to learn of other aegis carvings but no one else knew anything of them. Then one day, approximately 2 years later, Minerva came to Athens. She presented him with his son, Mykonos. She bade him raise the child as best as he could manage and left. Cygnus looked at the boy trying to see himself in the child and failing to find even a resemblance. He handed Mykonos over to an orphanage in Athens to raise, visiting the boy when he could remember to (which was not often) and returned to his teaching.