A voice was speaking out of the gloom whispering the tale of truth; a raspy old voice she behelds, but the flow of the river could be heard and the judgement of truth was sparked.
Humans originally had four arms, four legs, one head consisting of two faces and one heart. Zeus feared their power, so he split them and condemed the human to forever more to search for their missing half. It is said one will be powerful, but it is only a tale...
Or is it...?
Prologue:
I was standing in the middle of a blood stained road. Creatures were fighting with teenagers, who looked so exhausted I wanted to cry. A small figure fell, I rushed toward the small boy, no older than 12. Gone. I had to stop this, no more must die. I felt the power coursing through my veins, I smiled knowing I was strong. I took a deep breath, and prayed to whoever was listening. My pray was the last of my thoughts before I saw the sword flying through the air. Tim slowed down, some of the teenagers looked and screamed. I smiled because I saw how everything is going to be alight. I felt a thud, and saw red. As I took my last breath I saw him. The one Zeus took away.
Tell me, what do you think? I hope you get what scene this is coming from (THE LAST OLYMPIAN *Cough*) I always sucked at those :)
It will be more explained in the next chapter and longer as soon as I think of it haha. You can review if you would like, I mean I recommend it. So hit the button,HIT IT!
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