HELLO BEFORE I START THIS IS SUGARSWEETYCHAN HERE! I LOST MY PASSWORD SO I MADE A NEW ACCOUNT!...UHM YEAH I WANT TO START THIS ONE UP AGAIN...SO YEAH.. HI

(btw helen is the name of one of my friends if you want to be in this story then send me a PM you could be an important caracter or a cannon... im rewriting the next few chapters cuz they were hastily done... lol ENJOY!) oh and i REALLY need a beta...

A/N: I am going to make this one of my longer chaptered stories. Promise, Kay? THIS IS GONNA BE ALL BY MYSELF BUT IF YE WANNA HELP YE CAN, KAY? This is going to be a science fiction/ old time (knights)/ Greek Gods etc. sort of thing. If ye like please write a response. I will TRY to make this chapter 4 pages or 5 long and about 2,000 – 2,500 words (hopefully), Kay?

Zeus: Ivan

Hera: Natalia

Poseidon: Arthur

Hestia: Matthew

Hermes: Gilbert

Hephaestus: Yao

Hades: Ludwig

Dionysus: Antonio

Demeter: Kiku

Athena: Heracles

Artemis: Feliciano

Apollo: Lovino

Ares: Elizaveta

Aphrodite: Francis

Normal high school kid with terrible luck: Alfred

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As all the meetings of the god's were, it was hectic. There was food being thrown across table tops, and fights were broken out throughout the whole meeting room, everyone was in a bloody awful mood as they argued about petty things such as cheating and other such affairs. Each of the god's was extraordinary in height and girth, at 10 feet at the very least. The most magnificent of them all was the man at the very front of the table. To the right side were all the men, to his left, the women . The man, who was obviously the master of the household, was beautiful to put it simply. Every one of his pores simply oozed power, he was shimmering with it. His shaggy white hair was cut down in a long bang that swept over to the left; under his strong brow were nestled two mesmerizing violet eyes. Even though he had a large Russian nose it proportioned out his face. Under his nose, the man's perfect lips were curved into a smirk as he watched his relatives bicker. He slowly raised his arms and the fighting stopped, all the god's stared at him, in eager preparation of what he was about to say. You could hear the drop of a pin. He stared them all down, showing his obvious power, for he was the almighty Ivan, the god of thunder and of the sky. Mortals called him many names but he was almighty all the same.

Ivan took his time to form his words, and they dripped from his lips, sweet nectar, as he spoke them. "Hello, my family..." His smirk was now a sly smile when he addressed them,and every word drawn out, he spoke carefully as if he was afraid to upset them. He knew , from experience, that his family was a ticking time bomb. "I hope you all are well…" And with that, the meeting started in a much more civilized manner.

-A dimension and a few thousand years away-

'That damn alarm clock' was the only thing Alfred, 18 year old senior, could think as he awoke from the sound of the yelling clock. He hoped that this was the day that he would finally chuck it out the window. But of course, he wasn't that stupid no matter what everyone else thought of him. Next to the clock was a picture.

"Good morning Mattie," He pressed to of the fingers to his lips then pressed them to the picture of his brother. Matthew had been gone for nearly two years now, checking the date he sighed, to this day. It had just been an accident, he knew that but his brother had been the more responsible one yet the one to get into the damned car. Alfred wanted to take the bus, so he didn't drive with his friend's. That choice spared him his life, but took away so much more. Alfred groaned as he stood up and he stretched his muscles. Grabbing his glasses off the side table he jammed them on his face.

Every single one of his pals that was in that car had been killed. They had been run over, by a 16 wheeler. The money he got from the case had paid for the rundown apartment he now lived in but the emptiness was still there.

When he opened the curtains, he squinted against the sudden blinding light that shone from the outside world. But the light and warmth were only artificial for after staring outside for a few minutes his eyes adjusted properly and he saw a couple snowflakes drift down. It was snowing on that day as well. Stepping away from the window, he walked towards his horribly cluttered closet, almost tripping over a few of the objects that were in his way before he got to his destination. Sorting through the too small, the holey, and the ugly took up most of his morning, it was almost time to go by the time he was showered, and clothed. So he quickly ran out of the house, only stopping to lock the difficult door and shove the keys under the planter.

As he ran, he had a sudden feeling of dread when he realized he had forgotten breakfast. This was not going to be a good day. Snowflakes hit his face and stuck in his hair, so he pulled the thin material of his jacket closer to his face to warm his nose up. Not looking at where he was stepping, he slipped on an ice covered part of the part, falling promptly on his ass. "SHIT!" he cussed, not realizing he had yelled out loud and that there was a woman and her children on the other side of the road. She turned pale and hurried her children along, giving a death glare that he could see from this far away. Alfred shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her sheepishly, after she turned around, though, he flipped her the bird.

It was a normal day for him, when he got to school he was yelled at by several teacher's for being tardy and he kicked ass at indoor soccer in gym, things were beginning to look better as the day continued. Alfred was totally the hero when he sat with the new kid, who was being made fun of, at lunch. Even though, he would never admit this, Alfred was secretly lonely himself. Sure, he had loads of friends, hell, he was even considered popular, but he didn't have any BEST friends… Not anymore. He kept his normal Alfred-like grin on his face the whole lunch even though the kid was seriously annoying.

When the day was over, Alfred couldn't have been more relieved. The kid, whom he now knew as Aaron, had somehow convinced himself that Alfred was his best friend and they needed to stick together through all of their classes. Aaron was starting to really give him a massive headache. The only thing he thought of as the last bell rang was 'Advil advil advil advil! Sleep sleep sleep sleep!' But, all hope of going home quickly was diminished by Aaron catching up to him and asking Al if he could come to his house and play video games with him. The only reason why Alfred tagged along was because a few of the video games sounded promising.

Following Aaron home, he quickly found himself in the nicer part of the county. Aaron's house was the nicest and largest of all the houses in the court. Alfred was amazed, but he tried hard not to show it. The annoying boy's mom was very sweet and asked the two boys if they would like cookies, which Aaron denied. She just smiled and watched them walk up the stairs.

Aaron's room was like, a giant arcade with every single game/game system imaginable. From ones back from the 1970's to ones ALFRED hadn't even seen before. And, THAT was a miracle.

After the two boys played their little hearts out on all of the game systems, they sat back and relaxed, watching TV, sipping on the lemonade and munching on the cookies that Ms. Helen had brought up anyways. Suddenly, one of Alfred's favorite shows came on. "Oh I LOVE this show!" He exclaimed happily, sounding like a little kid all over again, "Ever since we were little kids me and Mattie…" He trailed off, it brought up painful memories. Aaron raised a quizzical eyebrow but did not ask, for which Alfred was grateful. The room slowly slipped into an awkward silence with just the low buzz of the television in the background.

Glancing at the time, Al pretended he suddenly had a curfew even though he hadn't had one a few seconds ago "Well got to get going…" He stood up and stretched. "Thanks for inviting me over… I had fun. He sighed, happily.

"Nice to have you come over too!" Exclaimed Aaron excitedly. "Come over any time you want to! You are always welcome!"

"I'll keep that in mind…"Lied Alfred, easily. He began to make to make his way down the stairs but he was stopped by the annoying boy's mother.

"Please be a good friend to my son… this may or may not surprise you but he doesn't have many. And, even with those few he rarely invites them over. That means he likes you." She begged quietly before letting him pass.

Alfred looked at her guiltily, "I will." He lied, walking away. "See you Ms. Helen…" he called out, before quickly opening and closing the front door behind him.

Running home as quick as his legs could take him, he sprinted home. Slipping on ice for the second time that day, he fell and fell and fell and kept falling and kept falling.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in Kansas anymore.

And, he woke up at the feet of someone that looked very much so like his long dead twin, Matthew. If Alfred's sudden presence shocked the man who looked like Mattie, he did not show it, he just continued tending to the slowly dying fire. Muttering something, the fire expanded two times its normal size. Alfred pushed himself backwards, away from the dangerous blaze. His eyes moved a mile a minute, trying to soak up his surroundings, so in case he had to make a run for it, he could. They were in a forest; the tall green trees made a canopy that when light shined through, an eerie green light danced around the forest bottom. Small curious eyes peaked out from between the trees, watching the two men, and short shrubs littered the bottom.

"Hello Alfred…" The Matthew look alike whispered, now looking down Al, his eyes following the American's every move. Not only did the man look exactly like his brother, he sounded just like him too. The slight Canadian accent and all of the vowels were stretched a little too far as if he was trying to take up more space, but all it did was thin out his words and make him quieter. Alfred was too stunned to speak.

"Please do not be alarmed by my current shape. I have taken to the most comforting form in your life as to not make you worry." Matthew smiled shyly, exposing the little dimple that was always hidden on the right side of his cheek. The American had thought of it cute when Matthew was alive. "Ah…" He held out a hand, which Alfred took, and helped up the highly confused man. "You probably are wondering what you are doing here, correct?"

"Y-yeah…" Was all Al could muster at the moment.

He didn't realize that he was shaking, but as soon as Matthew laid a hand on his shoulder, he stopped abruptly. "I'm sorry…you must be having a hard time adjusting to this atmosphere…"

Without waiting for an answer, the man waved his hand and a path, almost hidden by the bushes, a skinny yellow brick road showed itself, the tiles sparkling like gold. "Just follow the yellow brick road…" Matthew's voice said from behind him, startling the American, who got a sudden sense of déjà vu. It was like a bad movie or something.

"Who the hell are you?" Alfred asked, whipping around. No one was there, just the ever-burning fire. He got shivers just looking at the thing.

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His breathing got heavier and heavier, the chest felt like it weighed a million pounds, and he had a horrible cut on the back of his right hand that was beginning to swell. Alfred could really go for a good juicy burger about now. The American's stomach began to growl, and he realized that the last thing he had eaten was Ms. Helen's cookies. No matter how delicious they had been, they were still not very sustaining. Alfred collapsed, his head was swimming, and he began to crawl forward. He HAD to get to where ever this path led. Nothing else would be acceptable for a hero.

Looking up at the slowly setting sun, Alfred could have sworn he saw something IN the son, kind of like a black dot, the dot was riding something… like a horse. Alfred didn't see much more before he blacked out.

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A very kingly figure sat, draped over his throne as if he was a wet towel. Instead of a saber in his hand, there was a faucet pipe and beside the throne there was a lightning bolt. The bolt was very odd, it was 7 feet tall, its master being eleven feet in height, and it was lite up in a somewhat blue light. It sparkled and cracked with power, almost as much as his owner did. They were partners in power, neither truly owned the other but one did the bidding and one did the handling. The two of them together were a frightening sight.

The kingly man stood up, and walked up to a fire in the middle of the room that was identical to the one that Alfred saw in the forest, not paying any attention to the almost invisible man next to it. The flames slowly melted into the scene that he wanted. Alfred passed out on the ground.

"Elizaveta*!" He called out, almost lazily. A tall and intimidating woman marched in. She was dressed in full body armor that was colored a blood red. Her green eyes, half hidden by her long brown hair, sparkled with a cruel light.

"Yes, my lord?" She asked, her voice surprisingly high pitched for her mean exterior.

Pointing at the flickering image of Alfred, he smiled "You will go pick up our friend, da?"

Looking at the image, she nodded once, "Yes." Quickly, Elizaveta turned around, the armor clanking together as she walked away.

Looking at Alfred's face one last time, he waved his hand over it and it disappeared. Looking at the fluttering fire, he began to giggle. It wasn't an adorable giggle that you would hear from a child. It was a creepy and devilish giggle that you would hear coming from the mouth of a madman. Things were not looking good for Al