(This is a collaboration between my friend who does not have an account and me. We are incredibly sorry for the annoying shortness and awfulness of this prolouge.)
Prologue
The last flame dies.
Years afterwards. This is how our beautiful uprising has come to an end.
Seven demigods. Seven to take us down, against an army of thousands.
But this is not over-yet.
The next Great Prophecy has come. This time it will be fourteen demigods.
Twice seven. Twice the power, twice the humiliation.
Twice the challenge.
I begin the countdown.
It has been twenty three years since the Doors closed, locking them out of Tartarus himself forever. Twenty one since the blood of Olympus was spilled, waking Gaea from her slumber. Twenty since the defeat.
Twenty since they won.
My name was never mentioned in the gloat over victory. Not that I mind. I prefer to stir deep in my pit, waiting for the next honor. They leave me be, knowing Tartarus cannot yield the monsters that live inside him.
Screams of the tortured souls above do not satisfy me. The agony of those in the folds of cloth do not appease me.
Vengeance has come. The seven will not survive the first wave.
The fourteen are left to me.
(So sorry, it's awful. This is my- and our- first story, so constructive criticism only. Please review, it would mean a LOT to us.
Chapters will be probably once a week, but don't be surprised if it's longer.
We- well I- am awful at this, so don't be surprised if the prolouge is where the summary is supposed to be.)