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A barbarian king raised his huge spiked war-hammer to his defeated opponent ready to finish him off. The fur covered armor he wore was the only thing with more hair than his beard, including his fur lined boots. His barbarian army was beginning to decimate the spartan army, both sides numbering in the thousands. While the Spartans had been trained by their general to use great brutality, determination and win at all cost, barbarians were widely known to fight like unstoppable beast.

The Barbarian king stood over his personal opponent, the Spartans' general himself. He was distinguished among his soldiers, a black goatee sporting the only hair on his head other than his eyebrows. A red tattoo on his face, running down his forehead and over his left eye, and another in a short spiral on his arm, was clearly a famous characteristic he'd earned with his new title, with the scar over his right eye showing signs of an old battle. His spartan armor showed a great deal of wear and tear, likely due to the sheer strength of his opponent.He laid on his back at the feet of the barbarian king, the Spartan looked up at the king and saw no other option for victory."ARES!" the Spartan cried out, calling out to his patron god, the god of war himself. "DESTROY MY ENEMIES! AND MY LIFE...IS YOUR'S!" Thunder boomed across the sky, drawing the attention of every Spartan and barbarian alike. Even the barbarian king himself ignored his chance at the final strike, frozen in absolute fear at the sight of a real war god, stepping down from a hole in the swirling clouds of a blood red sky, the sun glowing behind this being of pure destruction.Ares himself truly was a sight to dread. Armor of dark red metal, decorated with chains around the boots and gauntlets, faces of metal dogs on the shoulder guards and one more on the breastplate. Ares' image of terror and dread was completed with hair running down to his shoulders, but glowing with bright orange flames, a true face of destruction.Only the Spartans knelt before their god of war, while the barbarians stared and tried to back away in fear. Their general himself was on both his hands and knees, bowing before his new master. He got up off his hands, but still knelt as he spoke a final pledge. "My life is your's Ares. From this day forward."Fire swirled around Ares' hands, quickly gathering between his hands before being unleased as a wave through the ranks of warriors. The Spartans quickly healed and saw their weapons and armor not only repaired, but seeming to glow with sheer power. The barbarians were not so fortunate. As enemies of his people, Ares sent forth his wrath on the attacking horde, causing their own bodies to destroy themselves, necks snapping out of nowhere, barbarians floating into midair before their spines were bent all the way backwards, their very skin bursting into flames as if from a mere thought.

And as for the spartan general, no mere sword and shield would suit the servant of the god of war. From the gigantic celebratory pyre lit by the Spartans to burn the bodies of their barbarian enemies, a harpy flew from the flames, a pair of short swords with chains and had three points cut into the edge at the front. The crossguard appeared like the skulls of strange, beaked monsters.

As the harpy brought the blades to the general, the chains flew towards his arms, wrapping themselves around the arms as they bound the weapons to him, suddenly channeling enough heat to fuse the chains onto the spartan's arms forever. The Spartan held in pained screams as the chains burned themselves to his skin, then took the blades, approached the captured king, and swung the swords by their chains to different sides of the barbarian's neck, beheading his enemy.

In the present day:

Light hazel eyes shot open as a young man shot up from the sandy ground, panting heavily. He had light tanned skin with wild brown hair with some signs of sideburns growing on his cheeks light hazel brown eyes. He was not particularly bulky, but he also wouldn't be called slim, either. He sat right in the middle of the body type spectrum, lean yet well-muscled, without much excess body fat. He wore a white longsleeved t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a red hoodie, which had its sleeves cut to his shoulders which he wore open and was stitched across just above the pockets, over an ordinary open collared button-up shirt that had its sleeves rolled up. He wore a brown sleeveless cargo jacket that reached his upper-thigh and had an x-men patch stitched on the left shoulder of his hoodie. He donned black pants that were tucked into brown biker boots with a red rag hanging losely on his back pocket.

This was Scott Atreus Pilgrim, and he's an Canadian. Well... him and his younger sister are. Born in Alberta Canada.

You see, his father dissapeared when he was 3 years old and his mother was pregnant with his younger sister, Stacey Calliope pilgrim. Well you may be wondering, why do their middle names sound greek? Well lets just say that their parents had a thing for Greek culture, but still they still grew up without their father.

Their mother homeschooled both of them, teaching them about the basics in life, and strangely more about Greek and even Norse mythology. It wouldn't have been so bad if they didn't live in an R.V. on a constant roadtrip. Which didn't really make for a social life for the siblings. Most of the time, whenever they stay at one place enough to make friends, it was time to move on. This eventually made him find escapism in Video games and sometimes get into a brawl. It wasn't entirely his fault, it's just that trouble seems to follow him, his temper that he got from his dad and his love for combat. Stacey studied more about about Greek and Nordic mythology and language. But despite their differences they love each other very much, like any brother and sister.

But it never ment they didn't have any non-related friends before. A year ago, before they arrived to America, they came across Kim Pine, Stephen stills, and his younger brother Niel who they call Young Niel. They found them walking around the road in the middle of the road, and since they had no where to go, their mother took them in.

Scott and Kim enstantly had crushes on each other, and dated seceretly for a month. But they ended the relationship due to an argument. They're still friends and they've bonded, but it occasionaly get awkward between them.

Scott rubbed his eyes as he looked through the window, to see everyone else near a cabin on a beach at Long Island, his mother taking pictures and enjoying the sights. His mother was a blogger, so most of their road trips, when they weren't in the middle of homeschooling lessons, were spent checking out picturesque locations and events. She was also a web designer, since blogging wasn't a real money maker.

"Are you sure that a storm destroyed this place?" Stacey asked as she looked at the wrecked cabin, the locals said that a storm hit it. But it looked smashed and smelled like cows. She couldn't tell for sure, it was her guess after all. But it looked like it was brutally beaten and used as a punching bag.

"That's what the locals say, but I doubt it." Her mother said. Her camera hung from her neck as the wind blown her beautiful brown hair, which Scott inherited from her. Stacy on the other hand had black hair just like their father but had blue eyes like their mother. She wore a leather jacket Kim, Stephen and young Niel waited in the R.V. and Scott wished he was with them, playing his playstation4 with them. But he knew how important these types of things where to her, and all he wanted for her was to be happy. So if he had to do this boring thing with her, then he'd do it.

"I still don't think this will get you any views on you blog mom."

His mother stopped taking pictures for a moment, turning her head to look at him. "Scott... one of these days...you'll see how much people miss... even when it's right under their noses."

"Is it something like that what happened with dad?" The teen asked. Their mother hesitated to speak for a moment. Stacey wanted to interuppet Scott. They both knew it was still a sensetive subject to talk about for their mother.

"It's more... complicated than that. Your father had some... issues. He didn't want you two to get involved in all of it, but he still loves you both." She said as she held the golden wrist-watch that their dad had given her.

"You're making it sound like he was some sort-of criminal." The brown haired boy said. "I mean, you keep leaving me and Stacey in the dark about him. Hell I don't even remember what he looks like."

"Scott. Your father wanted the time to be right before you found out. He said I'd know when that was."

"Well when the hell's gonna be that 'right time'?"

"There's alot about your father to find out about. I guess he'll tell you both about it one day."

"And how are we supposed to meet him?"

"Scott... one day you'll both find out everything... but until then..." She couldn't finish when they all heard a monsterous roar that echoed through the beach. Scott and Stacey's eyes widened as they looked at their mother, who had a look of panick on her face.

"No. No! NO! NOT HERE! NOT NOW!" She shouted. It was like she was expecting this at another time, but today was the worst time possible.

"What is it?!" Stacey asked in fear.

"Get in the RV... NOW!" She shouted. The siblings didn't hesitate to do as their mother said

"Mrs. Pilgrim!" Young Niel shouted. "What's going on?!"

His mother didn't answer as she fastened her seatbelt and drave at full speed. She drove for miles as the kids looked at eachother in utter confusion, they had no idea what was going on.

She made a hard left along the road before the group found themselves driving past a large strawberry farm that had large wooden houses that looked darkened. There was also a large picket sign that saidPICK YOUR OWN STRAWBERRIES.

"Were are nearly there" Scott, Stacey and the others heard Mrs. Pilgrim mutter to herself.

"Mom, where the hell are we going?" Scott asked getting everyone's attention.

"A summer camp your father told me about." She answered, her voice was tight and her eyes where starting to get a little wet. They could all tell she was struggling not to cry.

"Mom, what is a summer camp gonna-"

"Honey, please." Mrs. Pilgrim begged. "This is hard enough as it is. Try to understand. You're in danger."

"In danger from your father." She croaked out. This only made the siblings and the others looked on in confusion. "He had enemies Scott, poweful enemies. We both knew that this day would come. I just didn't expect it to be this-" she wasn't able to finish as the vehichle was hit.

It was hard enough to make the large vehichle tumble over and crash. Knocking the group out.

A few minutes later:

Scotts' eyes slowly opened as he drifted back into conciousness. He noticed that someone was dragging him. He looked up to see it was non-other than Kim dragging him, her face filled with fear as she saw something in woods.

The young man looked to see what his ex was staring at and his eyes widened to a huge horned monster walking towards them, like those Minatoures that his mom used to talk about in her lessons.

At that moment Scotts' brain was going into full over overload, it had to be one bad dream, it had to be.

But he was quickly snapped back into reality as Kim of all people slapped him out of it. Her eyes giving a 'You better move your as Pilgrim look'. The slap was just enough for him to focuse and see his younger sister drag Young Niel while his mother did the same, the brothers looked like they had a concusion, but they where breathing. But what caught his attention was a group of teenagers with bronze swords and armour charging at the monster head on.

Scott quickly got up and they both ran to the others to help them.

"Scott! Thank god you're alright." He mother said with a relieved voice.

"Don't worry about me! Are you okay?" He said as he gently touched his mothers cheek. She started to cry and sob as she looked at her son with sad eyes.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't want this to happen... not to soon." She said as she sobbed. Scott looked at his mother with slightly wide eyes and he hugged her, he hugged her as tight as he could to make her feel better, he hated seeing his mother cry like that.

"It's alright mom," Scott said as he and now Stacey held her tight. "We'll get out of this I promise."

She held her children, as if it was the last time she was ever going to get the chance to do so. They all needed time and that giant Minatour was bigger than and ordinary one, she could only hope that they forgive her. With a heavy heart, she let go of her children and stood up tall she looked at her golden wrist watch and in a flash of red light, it transformed into a round shield, the ones that Nordic soldiers would use in battle. She then grabbed her pen from her pocket and it transformed into a bronze sword.

Scott, Stacey and the others realized what she was doing. "No! Mom! Don't do it!"

"I need you all to get to that pine tree up that hill, and don't stop for anything, including me!" she ordered.

"What are you talking about!? Where not leaving you-"

"Scott!" His mother turned to him. "You're going to find your answers soon, but be strong." She looked at Stacey and the others. "Look out for each other. Promise me you'll help keep each other safe!" Mom shouted.

Stacey had tears in her eyes, but nodded. "Ok Mom. I promise." she said, her voice shaky.

She started to cry again as she prepared herself. "I love you two so much! Stay safe, stay together, and stay strong." she told the siblings, sobbing.

"I'll hold him off as long as I can." She said, charging at the beast head on, determination. Scott's watched as she ran off to help the armor clad teens fight the beast.

"MOM!" he shouted, trying to run after her to stop her, but Stacey and a now awake Stephen held him back.

"SCOTT! COME ON! MOM TOLD US TO STAY SAFE!" Stacey shouted, trying to drag me inside.

"NO! WE HAVE TO SAVE HER! SHE'S GOING TO..." He didn't get to finish his protests before he blacked out. Apparently, someone knocked him out from behind.

When he came too, he could make out the sound of Raven and a pink haired girl wearing a leather jacket and boots argued.

"Well, you didn't have to hit him so hard!" Stacey shouted. "You could have given him a concussion or something!"

"You saw how he was freaking out!" The pink haired girl protested, my attacker revealed. "What if he'd broken your grip and ran off?!"

"Well, you're not making the situation any better. We need to get him to that tree before-" She was interuppted when she caught the sight of her older brother getting up, he tried to run after her again. But before he could do anything, the pink haired girl grabbed him by the arms with suprising strength in her arms.

"LET ME GO!" He screamed, "I NEED TO SAVE HER!"

"You can't!" The pink haired teen shouted. "If you fight that thing head on it'll kill you, psycho!"

"I...DON'T...CARE!" He shouted, headbutting her. The force of the attack made her stagger back, and Scott took it as an advantage to break free from her grip and run full speed to help his mother.

Mrs. Pilgrim managed to hit the Minotaur a couple of times. As it got closer Sally tried to duck out of the way but the Minotaur had learnt its lesson and caught her in its giant hands.

"NO, MOM!" He called out but it was to late.

Mrs. Pilgrim looked at her children one last time before the Minotaur squeezed and a large snapping sound was heard. Her body was limp and she dropped her sword.

Stacey covered her mouth in horror as she tried not to lose it around her brother. The others eyes widened as they saw the whole scene right before their eyes.

And as for Scott, it felt like the world slowed down around him. His mother, the woman that had raised him all of his life, the woman who understood his pain and tried to make him feel better about it, the one who loved him and his sister unconditionally. Was now taken from him.

He then felt something, it wasn't fear, it wasn't shock. No... it was absolute anger. His vision became red as he slowly stood up, his teath was grinding. He clenched his fist as his hatred and rage could only grow as the beast threw his mothers corpse away like a used napkin. He didn't even noticed that his forearms where producing flame, which everyone else saw and felt the absolute hatred from him.

He let out a mighty roar as he glared at his mothers killer head, ignoring that his scream stopped armor clad teens from fighting. No all he could hear now was to kill, mame, and destroy in his head. He didn't care if it was going to kill him, he only wanted the job done.

"YOU!" he shouted. He shot to his feet, making a run for the monster. The guys who had saved him and his friends tried to stop him, but he shoved them out of the way without even slowing down. Stacey tried to run after him, but the pink haired girl held her back.

"STOP!" one of them shouted at Scott, but he didn't listen He just ran for the chimera, screaming in rage. As soon as the monster saw him, it raised its' giant hand and prepared to smash the foolish mortal. As he brought it down, time seemed to slow down. Stacey was screaming for her brother to come back. she'd already lost her mom that day. She couldn't lose him too. But there was no stopping Scott from throwing that punch. As soon as his fist collided with the Minotaurs' fist, They all heard a loud, resounding, echoing crack through the air. Stacey was horrified. For a moment, she assumed the monsters strength had crushed Scott's skeleton.

But when the beast roared in pain and pulled his hand back, dangling it like an injured dog would, everyone stared in shock.

"What the Tartarus?" one of the kids said.

Scott didn't even notice that he had just broken its hand. He just tackled it with amazing inhumman strength and procedded to climb on it. He started punching the creatures right in the face, each punch getting louder and louder as he kept wailing on the beast face. The Minatour could do nothing as Scott continued unending brutal and raw assaults. Blood began to cover the teens hands as he was literally turning his opponents head into mush and with one final roar, he slamed both of his fists into the monsters face. It twitched only slightly, and then it died.

Scott stared at the face down corpse, panting heavily before he doubled over and passed out, either from the concussion or exhaustion. Regardless, Stacey ran over to make sure he was ok, picking him up in my arms.

"Get him to the Big House!" one of the teens shouted, putting his hand on the young teens shoulder to lead the way. She ran for it, fearing for her brothers life, but also amazed by what he just done. Those other guys had almost died taking down that one Minatour, but he took out the other one in just a few seconds. But even after it happened right in front of her, she could still barely believe it.

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