AN: So… I am a fairly new fanfiction writer. This is not the only thing I have ever posted on Fanfiction(.net). I have also written a post-war Inheritance Cycle one-shot that I took down prior to Inheritance. I felt that not only was it poorly written, but I was unsatisfied with the content of said one-shot. I have had this idea mulling around in my head for quite some time now. I was unsure if I should actually go about writing down my ideas and putting the story out here for whatever readers I may or may not have/get. And to those of you that do end up enjoying this story, I will apologize right now that update times may be slightly erratic and unpredictable. I will try to set deadlines for each chapter and get a schedule set up for future chapters. I feel obliged to remind you that this storyor set of stories depending on how it plays out, is an AU. Therefore, some characters may seem OOC or whatnot. So without further ado… I present to you this, hopefully, enjoyable piece of work that has a temporary title of Ascension.
Disclaimer: Nothing, except for characters or plot elements thought up by me, is in my current ownership.
"Tears are words the heart can't express" -Unknown
Prologue - Sorrow
The moon shone brightly upon a lone figure standing motionless in a green forest clearing. The man, for that was what it was, a man, wore a blue hooded cloak that was almost as dark as the night itself and dual sheaths upon his back. He was of a medium build, his muscles lean, not bulky. To his left, there was a small, narrow dirt road winding off to only the gods know where. The rest of the clearing was closed off to the forest by shrubbery, thorny rose bushes.
The clearing, was, by all means normal, if it wasn't for the scars in the forest floor where grass no longer grew. That, and for the fact that upon a gilded pedestal, in the center of the clearing, sat a magnificent statue of a man, made of the most pristine marble.
The statue may have been the centerpiece and importance of this calm, almost peaceful clearing, but to the man, who was now gazing towards the stars, the clearing served a different purpose. It reminded him of a battle that was fought long ago. A battle that was, for the most part, fought between once great friends, a battle that was now long forgotten.
"How is it, that this came to be?" the lone man muttered to no one in particular while scanning the sky.
Several snaps in the woods all around him alerted him to the presence of many individuals ungraciously lumbering their way through the forest toward him.
His first reaction was to bring his dual katana-like swords from their sheathes. Both were almost wholly identical, with their sharp, slightly curved edges. A small intricate guard on each, followed by a black, leather wrapped grip. The only difference between the two being the color of the blade itself, one being a rich, blood red and the other being a navy blue. Together, they struck fear into the hearts of his enemies.
Out from the surrounding forest stepped a ragtag group of monsters each varying in size. The group was made up of hellhounds, Cyclopes, and a bulky man dressed in a nice business suit. The groups total around fifteen enemies, give or take a few. Not that the numbers really made a difference.
None of the monsters made a move to attack. Slowly, they made to surround the loner. The man in the suit moved forward from the rest of the group. Halfway between the cloaked figure and the rest of the group, close enough so he would not have to shout to be heard and far enough so he was not in range of the cloaked figure's dual blades.
"My name is Prometheus, the Titan of forethought," said the suited man. "My group and I are here because we felt a strong release of power within the area. I would like to assure you that we mean you no harm and are here to identify you only. If you don't mind me asking, would you tell us what you are? Are you a God? Demigod?" Queried Prometheus.
The cloaked figure chuckled softly, barely audible above the growling of the monsters. "You were always known as a trickster, Prometheus. Now, I will answer your question with a question of my own. Why should I believe any word that comes out of your mouth, especially when you associate yourself with monsters? Hmm?" The man wearing the cloak shot back with what one could only assume was general curiosity.
Prometheus looked like someone had struck him in the face. To say he was angered would be an understatement at this point. He was angered to such a point that he didn't even answer the man's questions. He was almost literally fuming at the moment.
Sensing that he would not get an answer from Prometheus, the figure went on. "So, Prometheus, why don't you tell me what you," the man gestured toward Prometheus, then toward his group," and your ragtag group of monsters expect from me?"
"I see pleasantries are not your forte," Prometheus growled out, his face forming into a sneer and his eyes forming a hard glare. "We expect you to come with us. I'm sure my superiors would love to meet you." He put more emphasis on the word expect, almost like it was an order. "But I believe it is safe to assume that you will not be coming with us willingly, now will you?" He challenged.
"Never, in life or death, would I submit to you!" The cloaked figure retorted, his fingers tightening their grip on his dual weapons. Prometheus seemed to notice this and stepped back behind the now much more hostile enemy monsters, which seemed to be waiting in anticipation to attack.
"Ah, so this is the path you wish to take then? Then I hope your death is quick, for your sake not mine." Before his last words left his mouth the monsters leaped forward with claws and swords aimed for fatal blows.
The man did not even seemed phased however as he now smirked, his mouth falling into a lopsided grin. Before the monsters even reached him he lunged forward with his own horizontal slashes, one in each direction, successfully taking out all monsters in front of him, which included about one-third of all the monsters in Prometheus' group. Quickly dodge rolling out of the way after his initial swings to avoid a smashing blow from a Cyclops' warhammer. Springing up without delay several feet away from his next target, a large Cyclops with the height of a basketball hoop and the width of a bodybuilder, there would be no blocking its attacks.
He charged at full speed, sidestepping another swing of its warhammer. He feinted left with a stab from the red katana. Using his forward foot he propelled himself to the right, effectively getting past its defenses. He stabbed at the Cyclops with his right katana while simultaneously whirling his left blade behind him to block the attack of a hellhound's claw swipe. He took his other sword, now freed from the monster's disintegrated body, and sliced the hellhound across the face effectively turning it to dust also.
Only three hell hounds remained. The cloaked figure threw his right sword surprising the middle hound, turning it to dust. Switching his second hand to the sword's grip he rushed the remaining two. With a powerful swing he slashed right through a hound's attacking swipe and straight into the beast's neck efficiently killing it. With his back turned to the last monster the man jumped into the air, a claw barely missing him as he twisted his body and landed on its back. Positioning his sword over the thing's back he plunged it down through to the other side. He barely managed to land on his feet as the hellhound disintegrated beneath him.
Promptly standing up to his full height the man turned to where Prometheus was last standing only to be kicked in the chest with the force of a truck going sixty miles per hour. This caused the man to be hurtled backwards into the statue, causing the marble to be blasted into bits pedestal and all. Painfully and slowly the man stood back up. He got into a quick fighting stance analyzing his enemy.
Prometheus stood across from the cloaked man with a two handed mixed celestial bronze and mortal steel greatsword. The cloaked man pulled his newly returned katana from its sheath, again dual wielding his weapons. Prometheus seemed slightly shocked at this revelation, yet nonetheless he charged anyways bringing his greatsword down with an exponential amount of force.
The man planted his right foot slightly behind his left while crossing his katanas in an X formation in front of him preparing for the blow. As Prometheus's sword met with the dual swords there was a flash of sparks and the cloaked man slid backwards under the pressure. Both the man and Prometheus tried to gain the upper hand, but neither wavered.
Pushing upwards with all of his strength and side stepping at the same time the man dodged out of the way as Prometheus's blade cleaved into the earth, getting stuck in the process. Taking advantage of the situation the man barreled into Prometheus as he was trying to dislodge his weapon from its earthen prison.
Both men rolled over in the dirt from the impact of the tackle, the cloaked man losing his weapons in the process. Several punches were thrown between the two. The cloaked man ended up on top of Prometheus and he dropped a hard elbow to his face causing golden ichor to spray from a now bloodied nose.
Prometheus gave a hard head butt to the man's hooded face causing his own ichor to splatter down onto his attackers face. "Y-you are a god?" Prometheus let out in an astonished voice. "Not only are you a god but your fighting style! I have only ever seen one being fight that way before and he faded long ago!" Realization seemed to dawn on his face. "Why did I not foresee this! It can't be you! It is impossible!" Prometheus 's face showed how truly scared he was at this new realization.
The cloaked figure let out a small chuckle, his mouth falling back into that lopsided grin. "You finally remember me I see. How wonderful. Now why don't you go back to your superiors and tell them I have returned and warn them that once I find out who they are, I will obliterate them," the man replied with deadly calmness.
After regaining his composure Prometheus replied with venom, "try as you may. We will not see our downfall this time. Our plans are already falling into place as we speak. Nothing will stop us," he ended as he melted into the ground teleporting away and out of the man's grasp.
The cloaked figure punched the spot where he had just disappeared from creating a fist sized hole. A small glint over to the right caught the man's eye. It was the plaque that was on the statues pedestal. On it in intricately carved letters read:
"In Tribute To Perseus Jackson. A Hero. The God That Faded."
The man sighed before tossing it away. A past life. A life that would be better off forgotten, the memories would threaten to overwhelm him.
AN: So that is the prologue... I hope some of you enjoyed it. I would also appreciate reviews and such. Please note that this is not a perfect draft because I am leaving for a three day camping trip tomorrow and wanted to have this out before I left so I could come back with the surprise of a couple reviews and suggestions or some flames whatever suits you best. I would appreciate criticism as long as you don't get overly mean about them. No 'you suck' and whatnot. Aight I'm out.
-xpoviko
