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Ch.1: New Beginnings
In a temple dedicated to the Greek god Zeus sat a man with midnight black raven locks and piercing green eyes that held wisdom beyond the scope that most could even fathom stood. To anyone who was lucky, or cursed enough to see the Greek god Poseidon in the flesh would easily recognize this man as his son.
He was garbed in light Roman armor that must have been crafted by great smiths with the finest celestial bronze that one could find. Although he was clearly strong he looked to be more of an Olympic athlete than a mere brawler. A one handed celestial bronze sword was sheathed by his side and was easily recognizable as the famous sword of Theseus who had gifted it to him on his deathbed as an apology.
Today, his eyes held much sorrow as he thought about the lost cause that was humanity, but most of all he thought about his one love whom he came to terms long ago for he would never see her again. Ever since their separation something had been missing from the man and he was afraid that he would never gain it back
He could feel chaos ensuing all around this temple but no one dared disturb this famous monument yet except for him. Greece had fallen and the conquerors who called themselves Romans were attempting to burn down any proof of its very existence, but were too fearful to enter the cloud gatherers temple just yet.
His opinion of these Romans was less than pleasant, too him they were barbarians who destroyed anything that resembled civilization in their blind attempts to gain power and enhance there hubris. Although their tactics where not something to be trifled with he saw gaping holes that could easily be taken advantage of by anyone with half a brain, however, even half a brain was hard to come by in these terrible times.
Thinking about the Greek gods leaving their own people behind, to be brutally destroyed one small city at a time made his blood boil. Leaving their loyal followers, men to be slain, women to be victimized, and children to be killed created a deep hatred in him that he thought never existed.
Only he and a select few others had witnessed the change in the twelve Olympians, centuries ago he held hope that they would realize their mistakes. Now he knew this was only a child's dream and corruption did not merely stop because he wished it so.
He still remembered the day when he went to visit his father inside of his palace like he had done so many times and the god asked him to bow before him. To say the least of about that unpleasant story Atlantis had needed… renovations. The two had not seen each other since and he had no plans to reconcile with the god of the sea anytime soon.
Being millennia old he understood that humans had just set themselves hundreds of years back once again by destroying the only civilization that existed who's sole purpose was not just gearing up for the next war, but philosophy and the sciences. Two things that could have extended the influence of humans far past a few thousand miles.
Now you might wonder how he was so old, the truth was he was born in the golden age, a time before humans aged and foolish Pandora had opened the jar of horrors releasing evil upon humanity. He had fond memories of times when he stood along the gods as equals and was not forced into bowing before them. He remembered his two uncles that helped raise him along with his aunt Hestia who was and would always be his favorite person on earth. The though of Hestia brought a smile to his face, she was the only one immune to her more corrupt side and had stood alongside the Greek's until the bitter end providing some hope to the hopelessness that the citizens of Greece were facing.
In fact he would much rather be inside one of her temples but the savages had destroyed her monuments in the earliest stages of their lust to quench their baser instincts. A mistake that he vowed to himself that they would pay for one day.
His time was running out inside of this temple and he had no idea how much longer until they finally gathered the courage to deface it, however he would enjoy the few seconds in the last remnants of what existed of Greek culture that he could.
Lost in his thoughts he heard a voice that was music to his ears, however, he thought that he would never hear it again after that stupid contest for Athens. "Percy?" Slowly turning around he looked over and saw his best friend looking unsure at him. The sight of her brought a million emotions into him but gods had he missed her.
Quickly the two embraced after being separated by their parents ever since Athena had won the competition in Athens against his father and their stupid rivalry began. It appeared that they had other things they were occupied with and did not bother or simply forgot about separating their oldest children.
Percy breathed in the smell of her, after being apart for so long he couldn't believe his eyes. He could sense men beginning to make their way to the temple, which would sadly ruin this perfect moment.
"I've missed you so much, Annabeth." Percy whispered to her somewhat close to tears, Annabeth couldn't even speak and just nodded her head furiously into him.
Clearly sensing that they would be interrupted soon Annabeth visibly regained her composure and asked a little unsurely since she had nowhere to go, "What will you do now?"
Percy reading her like a book gave her his usual grin and said, "I don't know." Seeing her face fall he felt a little bad and quickly said, "But wherever I go I would be honored if you would join me in this perilous journey milady."
After giving him a quick glare followed by her consent Percy put his hand on her shoulder and the two vanished into mist right before the Roman's had entered the temple with their torches lit and ready to deface the last great Greek monument much to the sadness of the two.