A war to remember
Harmony is not always perfect. There will always be shadows in the world; always be betrayal and, inevitably, death.
Zeus; Lord of the skies. As powerful as the thunder in which he throws, he wanted nothing more than a family. A family in which everything good and pure would be able to coexist however purity is not within everyone and good cannot simply be a choice. Slowly but surely his picture of a perfect family began unravelling. Zeus, oblivious till it was too late.
Poseidon; Lord of the seas. As majestic and noble as the crown in which he wears. Independent though he was, he tried for his brother's sake to participate in this 'family'. Try though he may, a god's power is something that cannot be overlooked. Poseidon wanted an equal place in the world, and he wasn't going to stop at anything to get it.
Finally, Hades; Lord of the earth. As mischievous as the shadows in which he manipulates. Harmony was never an option for this god. The seed was planted in his mind and, without anyone knowing, Hades tried to succeed and overthrow Zeus. To be the leader. Zeus' pitiful attempt to stop him encouraged Poseidon to step in and they just managed to hold off the threat.
Now Hades wasn't the only threat. Poseidon was simply not going to stand down and allow his younger brother to give the orders. He was sick of it…and he was going to do something about it.
As Hades was cast down form Olympus, Poseidon's plot overthrow the kingdom was all but successful however those loyal to Zeus stood by him, defending him to their final breaths.
The family was torn apart; forced to choose.
Those who stood with Zeus: Athena, Artemis and of course his ever faithful wife, Hera, chose to proceed to the North and take sanctuary there.
Those who stood with Poseidon; Dionysus, Apollo and Hermes chose to go east, strategically placing themselves away to observe the makings of the war.
Those who stood with Hades: Ares, Aphrodite and Hephaestus proceeded to the South. Plotting and preparing for the inevitable chaos that was about to overtake them all.
The gods slowly began creating their armies of creatures and beasts however, most importantly, of demi-gods.
The demi-gods were to grow up within their sanctuary's walls, training to become heroes and to fight the opposition. They grew up to hate those who had betrayed them causing many huge battles between these heroes. Hundreds died and few managed to live past the grand age of eighteen as the gods bode their time, waiting for the right opportunity to strike.
That time was swiftly approaching and the only thing anyone could be certain of anymore was one thing.
War was coming.