Author's Note: This an MoA fic. I know it's coming out in less than a month but I had this idea since forever. It was following me all the time and I developed the plot until I was completely satisfied with it. This is a serious story, unlike just about every other of my stories. I decided on third person even though i will have to rewrite it from scratch. I am planning to channel much of my time and energy into this story. So, I hope whoever is reading this will be satisfied.
This is just the prolouge. If you ever read any of my other stories, you would know how lengthy my chapters can be.
Disclaimer: Did I mention Mark of Athena is coming out in less than a month? So, obviously, I did NOT write the series.
It was a day to remember.
It started with an endless horizon of clouds and a far-stretching, azure sky as the sun slowly rose to its rightful position.
In its midst was a majestically large trireme with a fearsome bronze dragon head leading the way. There were only two words, inscribed in the purest color of gold, on the ship, the Argo ll.
It was a day to remember.
Or rather, the last day to remember.
It starts with a roaring white river with a faint ghostly glow to it.
On its dark, rocky banks, ghostly silhouettes stood. One was facing the others resolutely as a stronger glow pulsed around her. She is Bianca di Angelo.
It was a day to remember.
It started with a single dot in the spotless sky.
The buildings stood proud yet battered with a faint glow of gold surrounding it. They stood with defiance. Their scars told a story of a fresh battle. It was the first assault of the enemy of the 'enemy'. But any enemy of the real enemy is an ally.
Today was the day the Greek meets the Romans.
Author's Note: So! What do you think of it so far? Is it interesting? Any suspicions already? Feel free to comment through a review! :D