The Guardians of Olympus
Prologue: Prophecy of the Guardians
A young girl stood alone on a hilltop, her blond curls whipping around her face. She turned her face to the sky as a shaft of golden light fell on her. A booming voice spoke from the light, "You called?"
"Yes!" the girl replied, the wind snatching half her words away, "I have called you, oh Lord. I have a prophecy for you."
"Speak."
The girl closed her eyes. When she opened them, they glowed green. "There will come a time when the gods are in trouble." she said in a raspy voice.
"And only the valley below can rise to the challenge,
Eight with the blessing will join together,
The sea, the sky, the wise, the dead, and the night,
Will be the Guardians of their lords."
The girl slumped forward, nearly falling on the rocky soil.
The prophecy had been given.
The prophecy of the Guardians.