Hello World! How are you all? I hope you're all well. I came up with the idea to this story thanks to the movie Thor, but after researching the Norse culture, I decided to keep the main idea but base it on theGreek culture. Thus will the Olympic gods. The events in the books would still happen, but it will be something different. Well of all, everything will be explain it as the story progresses. Please leave me reviews! =D
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Prologue
The night was calm, cool; the moon shone in the sky full of stars, perfect to go out and take a walk and discover a city with much history as Athens. For others, the night was perfect for exploring hidden ruins to the view of ordinary people, not for wizards and witches.
Of course, that if you have access to one of the largest private and expensive research in the world, in search of one of the most important archaeological treasures ever discovered. Pandora's Box. According to common humans or Muggles, it was a box like thing that had the powers of all of the evils that afflicted the land with catastrophes, for magicians, it contain unknown powers sought after by Merlin himself.
For me, one of the archaeologists, it was a sentiment I didn't share. I thought that something in the place felt strange, as if we shouldn't be here. Of course, my hunches were something I could not share, the excavation was privately financed by a British millionaire, ergo, my opinion was worth the same as one of an house elf, and despite having integrity to say no based on my beliefs, Athens is an archaeologists dream, filled with priceless treasures and exciting adventures, to pass up the opportunity. Also I knew in the end we wouldn't find what we were looking. If no one has succeeded in a millennia, why would we? But soon I realized how wrong I was.
That night, while I was reading a book on ancient Greece for clues, I received a call from the excavation explaining that during the cleaning of a small landslide that happened during the day, they discovered a marble wall that was radiating wild magic, so powerful and pure that they had to put powerful protection to avoid being burned, or worse, adsorbed.
Now I was with my two colleagues waiting to find some sort access or door. They had been dug at least 8 feet of wall, impressing all of us, as it was rare to find an old building underground with a size like that. We were anxious and excited, but also we were getting impatient. Me specially. Too much waiting for my taste.
- Calm down, would you? - Alex told me, one of my colleagues. - I'm sure we are close, I don't think this exceed more than 10 feet, none Greek building was so great unless it was a statue, even if it was magical.
Just as I was to reply that my impatience was due to something else one of the diggers cries in Greek that they had found it. As we approached the pit a little, we noticed that they had found the entrance, a wooden door, perfectly preserved by the magic in the place and richly carved depicting vines and other things that did not differentiate very well at a distance. 20 minutes and another 3 meters later were in front of the entrance looking at the magnitude of the door and carvings, while others checked for curses and traps.
- Pure black oak-explained Alex. - Quite rare in this land. And this construction is more Egyptian than Greek.
- And the carving clearly speaks of the gods- said Eric, my other colleague. - Shall we go in?
And they did. No matter how Egyptian it was on the outside, it was difficult to confuse it inside. Pillars and pillars, Greek-style, filled the place and got lost in the distance as far as I could see in the dim light from outside. Without thinking about it, we lit our wands. The little light that appears didn't help much with a pervasive darkness like this one, but at least it helped to know where we were walking. By illuminating the ground, we saw that the bases, and probably the tops, of the pillars were made of pure gold. As we walked, the three of us concluded that it was definitely a temple, and much larger than we had anticipated it would, and apparently without any lighting to help of us.
- There's something here- I say, after about 5 minutes walking. - Something I don't like, as if something strange live here.
- Don't exaggerate so much- Alex said. - That's just the depth in which we are, and the ancient magic of this place.
- I don't think that's it- said Erick. - She's right, something feels out of place.
- What do you mean? - Alex asked.
- As if we shouldn't be here- he explained, while I nodded in agreement with him.- we should go back.
- We didn't come here for nothing- Alex began, as we walked. - We are looking for relics and history. We can't go back and let a finding so unusual like this one, that's stupid. We are making history here, history that will put us in books and be talk of the world.
- No- I said. - We are here in search of the box for the 1567 eccentric millionaire who thinks his money and status will help him get what he want.
After my clarification, he didn't say more, making me realize that maybe I wasn't the only one who found the whole business of the box a very bad idea.
Despite what Erick and I feel, we go forward. For what it seemed like an hour walk, we reach some stairs. We go down and I count till 15. 15 steps. I illuminated our sides, and we realized we were in a circle.
- We are in the center, apparently - I said.
Alex thinking the same, lit up at the ceiling, something we hadn't thought of doing (stupid I know). Erick and I did the same, and were surprised to see a great chandelier of gold; at least 3 feet high and 6 long, exquisitely wrought.
- Should we enlighten it? - I ask.
- Why not? - Said Alex, who with a flick of his wand, released a small blue flame to the candle.
The flame impacted with one of the candles, which went on quickly, instantly making a chain reaction, igniting the rest of the chandelier. For the first time we saw the greatness and grandeur of the place where we were. Bigger than we could imagine, and ending with a ceiling full of stars.
- Apparently Hogwarts is not as original as we thought- I said walking into the center of the circle in which we were. - And the chandelier has incredible magic, so it shows. We can see beyond the circle but only focuses the light in us.
- It must have a minimum radius of 25 kilometers- Erick said, paying no attention. - And if my deductions are correct, we are in a temple like we thought.
- How do you know? - Ask Alex, watching everything but nothing in particular.
- The circle- He said like usual. Seeing the confusion on Alex's face, simply pointed to the ground. Both Alex and I look to the floor and saw plenty of pictures, scenes and depictions of a wealth of stories to which none of us were familiar with. Of course unless you were Erick VanHotl, one of the youngest and famous runes readers in the world. - From the little that is seen only on this side, this temple was dedicated to the gods, as a sort of Pantheon. And if my wand serves me correctly, only witches and wizards came to this place.
- That's strange- I said. - According to the books not all witches and wizards shared the belief of deities as powerful as the Gods. They believed that the magic came from the land itself. So most of the temples built by magicians end up being shared with Muggles, as they were not enough to keep afloat a temple.
While Eric and I were discussing history, none of us noticed as Alex inspected in more detail the floor of the circle. Had we done that, we could have stopped him. With a smile, he discovered a small trigger that reveal the best kept secret in history, and, without meaning to sound pessimistic, the end of our days.
Out of nowhere, a white light illuminated the edge of the circle, where the soil is linked to the steps. Everything was shaking, or so we assumed, when in fact only the circle was being attacked with a tremor after another.
- What have you done? - I yell at Alex, trying to remain standing in spite of such movement.
Alex could not answer, as all three fell to the ground with the last earthquake, while of the center emerged a pedestal. Seeing him come, my worst fears came true. I felt proud that we had discovered the treasure most wanted for thousands of years, which, according to history, even Merlin couldn't accomplished. But the truth was that I felt that the world came to an end. What have we done? Have we condemned the world with such a finding? It was incredible that a simple box containing powers never seen in this world, let alone, be able to kill the entire planet.
Just as my mind was auto attacked with thousand of questions, everything stopped. Erick, Alex and I slowly got up from where we had fallen. Alex was the first approach, the one who was closer to the pedestal.
- Is it ... - I started. - That's ... - something in me kept me from forming any question, but I catch Erick eyes, and he knows what I wanted to know.
- Apparently so-he replied in a whisper, as if speaking aloud was a mortal danger. - I can not believe it, but if the box.
- So we did it- said Alex, smiling as if nothing bad was about happen to us. - We have the greatest archaeological find in man kind history.
Hear a word form from him, was like awakening from the shock in which I was. I turn to look at him with a look that rivaled those of Severus when he was angry.
- Do you think you should smile? - I said, quietly and icy. - Do you think you should be happy about something like this?
- And why not? - He said crossing his arms. - This is something that no one but the three of us together could discover and we are still younger than Gred Greyson, and he is the best archaeologist in the world, couldn't make it in his prime.
Just then, something happened that made me freeze in my place, forgetting my anger at Alex, forgetting the damn box, forgetting who I was. My eyes were fixed on something white and immense, coming toward us at high speed. My mouth opened in surprise, causing Erick and Alex will look to where my eyes fell.
- What the... - Alex started, but could not finish because just then the white mist had turned into something solid, a woman more beautiful than a Veela and looking more poison than a basilisk.
- Who dare to enter and rob the Temple of the Gods? - She asks quietly and calmly, which to us sounded worse than the most powerful cry of a banshee.
- The question here is who the hell are you- said Alex in a threatening manner. Something in the eyes of the beautiful woman had to scare, frighten or make it run for his mother, like Erick and me, but apparently the discovery of the box gave him a courage that we prayed would not end with his life.
- I- said the women, deadly dull- I'm Herophile, protector of the temple. And you are three intruders who have died in my hands.
The last thing makes us react. We raise our wands, ready to launch any curse that would protect us, but we knew that nothing would protect us against a body made of pure magic.
- Wizards!- Herophile said with surprise to see our wands. - Hundreds of years have passed since I saw a magician come to this temple.
- You are a phytoness!- Erick exclaimed in surprise. Apparently the name awoke something in his mind full of knowledge. - You were the first among many. You're the priestess of Delphi.
- Exactly- said the women with a smile.
- But ... - I said interrupting. - You died millennia ago. You were replaced by other Sibyls.
- That's true- she said. - But I died on a physical level, not on an astral. I was the first Sibyl in this world, so the gods of the Olympus asked me to be the protector of this temple. I've spent years protecting it from intruders and thieves like you.
- We are not thieves' -said Erick, feeling insulted. - We are archaeologists, men's and women looking for old items to help us understand our ancestors and their history.
- Is that so? - Herophile said, turning to look threatening. - And if true, why his friend tries to steal the amphora of the Gods?
Going to ask what she meant, when I realize it, Erick has his wand pointed at the pedestal where the box was just at the time that Alex tried to take it. Without a word, a spell came out of Erick's wand, hitting Alex, who couldn't avoid it, throwing him several meters away and falling on his back. When I was breathing relief, I saw that the box was shining, apparently Alex achieve it to touch it.
- NO! - I heard a cry behind me, and I turned and saw Herophile flying to dark the roof.
A light filled the whole temple, while the box was opening slowly. I forget how to breathe as I watched light after light of color, shoot out of the box to the speed of light, until everything stopped, as quickly as it started.
- What have we done? - I asked almost inaudibly.
- Condemn the world- said someone. When we turn and look, we saw the witch, looking fresh-faced and ready to murder. - I recommend you two to leave this temple as quickly as possible.
She didn't have to say it twice. Erick went looking for Alex to help him, but an unseen force throw him back to where I was. I catch him.
- Your friend shall spend the rest of his life here, until death call for him. That will be his payment for opening the Amphora- said Herophile.
Erick and I immediately felt the ground move again.
- I recommend you to go if you do not want to be buried for life in this place- she said as we climbed the stairs two by two. - And I shall warn you, that despite not having opened the amphora, you will pay penalties for trespassing the Temple. Those curses will happen as the Gods see fit, so get ready, because death will be a breeze compared to it.
Erick and I reached the bottom of the stairs and we started to run like we were on brooms. The tremors didn't stop, they intensified. As we ran for our lives, we saw how the columns collapsed between them, the Temple was destroying itself.
When we were almost at the door, I heard her voice as clear as if were next to me, and what she said, freeze my blood.
- And you Lily Potter, you shall be next.