Wrath of Ares
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Perseus had come home from a long venture across the Aegean Sea to find his son Electyron missing. He was curious, and wondered if he had been sent on some great adventure, or taken one on his own to prove himself to his father. His wife, however, told him otherwise. Electyron had disappeared in the night about a week before, leaving no indication of who he was with or where he had gone. He went to his son's chambers on the first floor, to find chariot wheel marks and hoof prints leading up to the window, then away. There were no sandal imprints, however, and Perseus began to worry. What if his son had been kidnapped, stolen by some madman in a chariot? He bade the servants fetch his armor and sword, and bring it to his son's chambers at once. A breeze blew into the room, bringing up a faint smell he knew all too well; blood, suffering, and death. This cast into his mind a suspicion: Did a higher power, a minor god maybe, steal his son in the night? His wife recalled it had stormed gently that night, and she heard no chariots approach or depart. Just then, the servants came back with his battle garb, and he took it and told them to leave, and sent his fleetest of foot into the surrounding area to search for any signs of his son's whereabouts. He donned his armor and sword and set the shield into its place. He took his horse and set off for the nearby town of Argos to search for answers. He sought the Oracle of the city, and soon found it. He called upon Athena, wisest of the Olympians, to help him find Electyron. She spoke in a prophecy, the voice of the oracle gone entirely.
The hatred of War shall ignite
An age-old, but deadly fight
The son of greatness, doomed to die
Away in a godly chariot shall fly
The father will search, he will seek
His old enemy, bringer of war and of chaos shall reek.
The oracle collapsed, the heavenly presence leaving her. Perseus knew then what had been done, and what he must do to gain his son back. He told himself that, if he must, he would scale Mount Olympus and bring his enemy Ares to his knees and leave with his child. And no force on earth, and only one in the heavens, could think of stopping him.