Ok first time with a myth I’m not really familiar with. Might not be as fun because I dont really have any background for this. This myth won’t start with the world creation, because it is basically the Greek version with more blood. So here we go…
So, long ago, when Rome doesn’t exist yet, and the world is still in power by the Greeks, there was this small city called Alba Longa. To be honest, its not really important at that time, and we don’t know a lot about it. Anyway, in this city, there was priestes named Rhea Silvia lived. His father was the king, so she should have had a long, happy life. Of course something have to go wrong. His father, King Numitor, has a brother who despised him. He is always trying new and unexpected ways to kill his brother and everyone related to him. Now, King Numitor was old, and still doesn’t have a son (why do kings never have sons in the myths). Hes getting quite worried that the next king would be his brother, and for months, he was pulling his hair out and sleep deprived.
Rhea Silvia felt bad for her dad too, but there wasn’t much she can do. She decided to ask the gods for help. She went to one of the biggest temple in the city, the temple of Mars (Roman aspect of Ares, the war god), and prayed for him to help her father.
Mars looked down from Olympus and saw the beautiful princess kneeling on his altar. Hmmm, he thought, shes pretty hot, I think I’ll help her…
The war god Mars dropped from the heavens, immediately fell in love, and BOOM—twin demigod boys.
When her evil uncle Amulius found out, he wasn’t really happy . He threw stuff. He banged his head on the gold banquet table. He decided he must kill these two babies, or he will never get to be king. So when he heard about the babies, he did what all insecure villains do: ordered them to be drowned in the Tiber River. But the god of the Tiber River had other plans. It gently carried the basket downstream until it got caught in the roots of a fig tree. And there the two babies was found by the she-wolf, Lupa. Now, things could have turned out badly for the two babies, but Lupa took one look at the twins, licked them clean, and raised them in her den on Palatine Hill like they were her own pups.
Later, a kind shepherd named Faustulus found the boys, brought them home, and raised them with his wife. The boys, Romulus and Remus, grew up strong, clever, and a bit rowdy—think teenage wolf-bros with big destinies.
One day, they discovered the truth of their royal bloodline and decided to take back what was theirs. They killed their evil uncle, restored their grandfather to the throne, and was like “Awesome murder guys, but we want to build our own city.”
But where?
Romulus wanted to build it on Palatine Hill, where the wolf raised them. Remus liked Aventine Hill. Neither would back down. They fought for a bit , then they tried to settle it the ancient way: bird-watching. (Yes, I’m not kidding.)
Remus saw six vultures. Romulus saw twelve. Romulus said, “Boom. I win.” Remus said, “What?! You cheated!” And in a fit of mocking rebellion, Remus jumped over Romulus’ city wall. Romulus, not amused, killed his brother.
He named it Rome, after himself, obviously. He welcomed misfits and outlaws, giving them a second chance. Then, to find wives, he threw a party, invited the neighbors (the Sabines), and—awkward alert—kidnapped their women. A war nearly broke out, but the Sabine women stepped in, saying, “Enough!” Peace was made. Kingdoms united.
And Romulus? He ruled until one day, he vanished into a thunderstorm and became a god. Some say he was taken by Mars himself. Others say he just had flair for dramatic exits. Or possibly he just got striked by lighting for killing his brother. Ditto.
Sorry if this isn’t very fun, its the most I can do with little research. To make this like my other stories, I would have done mass research, and sorry, I’m way to lazy