Legacy
A/N:The beginning here will start the same as my other story, Remember My Name but I will change it. It will be word for word the same until a few paragraphs in. Then that's where the story's will break off and become different.
Prologue:
Chaos. Total and utter chaos. Women and children murdered in the streets and burned alive in the homes. All the men making a last effort to save their burning city. The great city-state Sparta. Home to the most fierce warriors history has ever know. This city now lay burning at the hands of the Athenians. Ares, the patron of the city unable to do anything about it, is up on Olympus destroying anything that got in his way whether it was a statue or another god. He didn't care, he just needed to let his anger out.
Back down in the burning city there is a woman who is running through all the chaos carrying a newborn child not but a few hours old. Somehow she manages to miss most of the enemy soldiers on her way to the temple. Muscles burning and lungs on fire she finally reaches the temple. She lays the baby boy in the middle of the temple and starts the procedure. She starts chanting in an old tongue long forgotten by most but still known by few. As soon as she finished chanting a while light shone from the baby. The woman had sacrificed her life so she could get the attention of their patron god, giving the baby the highest chance of living. As she lay dying she whispers one final prayer to Ares to get his attention.
Up on Olympus Ares had noticed the energy signature in his temple. He stopped destroying thins long enough to be curious as to who this energy was coming from. The suddenly he heard the prayer Please, Save him. He was confused by this for a second before he took a quick look at his temple seeing the dead woman and the baby boy. Without thinking twice he flashed down to save the boy but he was too late. As he flashed in another godly being flashed out taking the boy with them. When Ares realized this he went into a blood lust so powerful that he ended up being the downfall of his own city.
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Athena stood on a hill overlooking the battle. Finally, after so many years of being mocked I have finally defeated Sparta. The great city-state that had Ares as their patron god. Proves him right. Now he should know that wisdom is more powerful than battle skills. Suddenly I sense an energy source coming from one of Ares temples. As I look in that direction I notice a bright flash of light come from it then suddenly go of. Curious I flash over there to see what was going on. As I flashed in I saw a woman on the ground dieing and a baby boy laying in the center of the temple. Suddenly there was another flash that signaled that Ares has arrived. He looked over the situation quickly.
"I will not let you take this boy Athena" Ares said as he unsheathed his great sword.
"I do not plan on taking that boy. I plan on killing him" Athena said as she brought her spear and shield into fighting position.
Right when there were lunging at each other there were three flashes of light. The fates had appeared.
Together they said," Neither of you will have anything to do with this boy yet. His fate is for another time. We will take him and lock him in time until it is his time for his destiny to come true." With that they flashed out with the boy.
Athena and Ares turned to each other and flashed out. Each to different location. Preparing for the day for when that boy was to come back.
A/N: So I didn't change much in this. But I just wanted to get this out there. Just another idea I had for the into I had already written. Well I hope you enjoy this other story. As always please leave a review to tell me what I could do better. Favorite if you like it and have a nice day.
-Wilson out