Gods and Goddesses

September 1st, 2007

AN: Just so you know and won't yell at me later, not all of the gods are the senshi. I changed them back into the Greek names for the most part. So Jupiter isn't Zeus, but rather Zoicite is. Makoto is Hera. Etcetera. Venus is Aphrodite. Luna is Luna. Artemis is Artemis, and Serenity is Selene. Ami is Hermes. SO, for the most part it's going to be easy to follow. Endymion is Endymion from the mythological tale, but I have my own story through him, a mix between silver millennium and Greek Myth. Please be aware, that during this chapter, I took an unexpected twist, that I wasn't even prepared to face until I wrote it by accident and went, ok, that's nice. Fyi none of these stories are completely accurate within this one fic… but bear with me, it's my own take on things.

Chapter 1

And so he slept, never knowing the face of the goddess who bestowed upon him at night.

The war raged on as Endymion watched from his perch on the highest tree of the closest peak so that he was out of the way and yet had a clear view of everything that transpired.

His garb was simple, for he was a simple man, a man who worked with the animals and ordered the slaves about but he was not rich. For him, a simple shepherd could amount to no amount of money and wasn't required to join in on the war, to fight. For he was still young, watching his father waste away to ensure bread on their table and keeping their slaves in line.

His father had been required to fight, to prove his loyalty to the empire that was beginning to call itself Greece. Homer had named us such and by the love of the Gods, we were the great power, we were special and better than all else.

Endymion's mother came out of the small house that he and his three sisters lived in along with their parents. "Endymion get down, it's no place for a young boy of your age to be watching from and besides, this war does not need to be viewed so you can scare your sisters with the details later!"

Endymion hopped down. "But mamma, what if I watch but promise not to say a word to any of them?"

"You promise?" His mother repeated, whipping her flour coated hands on her dress. Endymion nodded. "Well…" She was about to give in and Endymion gave his most puppy-dog expression and reinforced his sentiments.

"I give you my word on my honor of a man." He told her proudly and his mother looked down upon his five year old head and sighed and rested her hand on it.

"Very well." And as she turned and headed inside she laughed to herself about Endymion's determination to grow up.

Endymion turned back to the fighting and as far as he could tell, the man called Achilles was just shot in the foot. A loud groan was heard all the way up to Endymion and he watched in fascination as the man still continued to fight even though he was being brought down by several arrows in his chest which would have bounced off normally. Though he was as good as dead, he continued to fight for the cause, for his honor and his country.

Endymion was proud to call this man father.

As Endymion saw the final destruction of this man, he was at a strange peace as everything seemed to slow in motion. All the men on both sides were amazed by what transpired and were unsure of what to do next. Endymion had no feelings to shed, he did not know his father was dead, he could not grasp the concept, and yet he knew he should be saddened by the uneasy calm.

Suddenly.

A crack of thunder shook the sky above.

Endymion jerked his head upwards to see a bolt of lightning clear a path to Earth. And in its trail followed fog from the cloud but a faint outline of the giant gods above could be seen wielding and welding more weapons. Endymion watched the swing of Hephaestus' hammer and the following clank against metal.

He could even see Hermes, her little winged feet gliding along the sky to bring the bolts to a tall man with long flowing white-blond hair. He could only guess it was Zeus. His face and form were not clearly visible but the presence of the god was felt deeply in Endymion's bones as one not to be disagreed with.

The clouds seemed to part as a long, feminine leg came through the clouds and onto the ground. The leg did not come from the section that Zeus and the others were stationed, but the side where the moon was hidden by a wispy cloud. A skirt soon fell to the knee as if she was standing up from a seated position and it was only natural for it to be that high.

A sweet voice with a strong undertone cut through the thickening crowd as battle regained it's speed and the crashing of thunder and lightning only added to the chaos. No one else seemed to see the gods but Endymion who was rooted to the spot. "Halt!"

All weapons dropped to the ground. "Who kills Achilles, son of my brother?"

All fingers point all directions and the goddess looked at them in disgust. "Who shot his heel?" All fingers moved to point at one man, who was stationed in a chariot.

He seemed to have frozen in place and could not even breathe from the looks of it. Endymion watched in amazement as the goddess swept him up into her hand and raised him high. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Her breath moved the air and the flags flapped in agreement but the smell was sweet.

"I apologize for dishonoring you, oh great goddess, I had not know he was your nephew." He bowed his head. "Please take my life if it serves you best."

"I shall not but Apollo may, for it was his blood you shed. Just keep in mind, all of you, not to anger the gods, especially me, who watches over you at night." She settled him back down and turned to leave. "The next drop of blood shed on these fields, shall loose the war." She mentioned as she climbed back up into the night sky but as her foot dangled for a moment, she seemed to have noticed something and Endymion felt as if she was staring at him. As she finally disappeared into the night and the clouds moved aside from the moon, he felt a strange feeling sink into his bones as the wind passed and the light seemed to shine only on him.

The other gods slowly backed away as well. The two sides, not wishing to die any more tonight, took their leave of the battle field. Endymion couldn't see any of the gods' faces, and the only man he knew for sure who saw the powerful face had been a man on the opposite side.

Endymion looked back at his home before climbing down from the tree and chasing after the fleeting army.

It had been the start of his new life.