Prologue
The world you and I know is gone. Four hundred years in the future, there are only three nations throughout the world. The Romans, who have dominated and unquestioned control over the western half of North America and Canada, with borders stretching into what was Mexico. The Emperor Gallus Vesnius Ordius is cresting on his seventy second year, and is beginning to relinquish control of the Second Empire of Rome to his son, Marcus Atrius Ordius, the future emperor. The borders of Rome are swelling and bulging with almighty legions ready to burst out and attack whomever may challenge them.
The Greeks, who have borders stretching as far north as Greenland, and as far south as the Caribbean, are a more democratic-oriented people. Though they have a king, Diomedes II, he acts more as a presidential figure, similar to the United States in days long gone. Their military is less extensive and massive, though they are greater willed to achieve victory, by any means necessary to preserve their way of life. It is common for heroes to arise from the Greek phalanxes, giving an inspiring vision to those soldiers whose morale dwindles. Time will tell what the two nations will do to each other in war.
Lastly, there are the hundreds of millions of mortals left alive after the Great Purge of Gaia about four hundred years ago. Those that survived the mass genocide of Humans could not comprehend what they saw with mortal minds; they were driven insane by the divine images of gods and giants and titans roaming the Earth. They meander across the barren wilderness, having no mind to give them humanity. They are no more than chaotic savages, angry that they lost their way of life, and confused as to how it happened. They commonly raid the civilized nations of the Greeks and Romans alike, though they prove to be easy to defeat on the battlefield, as they are armed with nothing more than clubs and chunks of scavenged armor from previous battles with the Greeks and Romans.
Gaia had arisen, no heroes powerful enough were alive to stop her wrath; she woke the giants, she spilled the blood of strong demigods, of brave demigods, and then she marched her children upon Olympus where the gods lost power in battle. For one hundred and fifty years, the gods were trapped in cages, forced to watch as the giants made vicious mockery of their thrones. That is, until the great hero Heracles was arisen from the dead by a last effort from the gods, pooling their last amounts of power into his soul, giving him a mortal form once more.
Hercules used the insane masses of mortals against Gaia, using them as distractions while he tore open the cages of the gods one by one. Gaia was toppled from her wrongfully taken throne, and just as Ouranos was eons ago, was chopped into thousands of tiny pieces by the trident of Poseidon and the master bolt of Zeus, cast into Tartarus to remain there for eons more.
The Greeks and Romans lead conquests to rid the world of the mortals, as they are not worth saving anymore; they do not wish to be saved either. The most recent successful conquest by the Greek general Perdix has squeezed the savages out from between their nations like a vice, connecting their borders along a 1,500 mile long line. The Romans see this as an act of war, and plan to strike just as the Greeks are recovering from a mighty conquering. Neither side will back down; the fate of the world rests with the victor of the war that will rage. For infinite generations will the world remember the day the war started…