Prologue

The life of an immortal god was... difficult, to say the least.

He lived since before the dawn of man. Each year passed but to a god it was like watching a second pass by. It was insignificant compared to his centuries of life before. But every now and then, a year would pass and completely change the way the world spun. For instance, two titans fall in love one day. Neither of them would ever guess that soon their newborn child that they cradled in their arms would be an all powerful King that ruled with an iron fist. Centuries later the classic heroes of the golden age would be born an become legends instilled in time forever. Even more centuries later, more heroes will be born and completely change how the gods thought.

A god remembered it all. But even so... all things come to an end... even for an immortal being.

Zeus understood this. He knew that his time would come to a close soon. But why now? Why did he feel this way all of a sudden, after all these millennia? It was time for a change once more. The world was already in a state of change anyway. The era of the new heroes of Olympus had taken place. In a little less than a decade, the demigods had made changes that no god would thought possible. They proved themselves worthy.

But to hand them a throne right now would only prove to be world and it's future will one day fall into the demigods hands. It is Zeus's job to prepare them for it.

Zeus pondered this in the throne room of Mount Olympus. It was empty and he sat with thunder bolt in his hand. The bolt was the size of a pen in his hand. But even then he could feel the immense power of the weapon sizzle through his body.

He imagined handing over his bolt to a successor one day. But Zeus could only think of all the consequences of that decision. Maybe they would choose to destroy the world, or even worse... they may desecrate the the reputation of the Olympians with their new found power. Zeus thought of Hercules, one of the greatest heroes to ever live. If he were given power of an Olympian, he would surely create a new Tartarus on earth. Not because he is evil but because of the hate built in him. A simple flaw can be a fatal one. A true successor would need to be a truly worthy being.

Zeus thought back to the day when he was a child, when the universe was in its infancy, where the Titans ruled the earth. His adopted goat/nymph mother would sit with him on a canyon an peer over the edge. The earth looked like a true paradise, with an abundance of life. The sky was orange and in the distance he could see the realm of the Titans where the sky would turn dark blue and the earth morphed into a desert wasteland. Zeus would often ask why he could never see his real father and mother. His caretaker would say, "One day you will. And when that one day comes, you will take your place as king. But for now you must live a life of a simple being". His childhood was relatively short compared to his adulthood... But he often lived without a care in the world. It was a time where he didn't have to deal with the reality of the world he lived in, where he wasn't treated like royalty and respected only because of fear.

Ages passed and Zeus soon forgot what life was like to live among the people without a care in the world. Maybe if he could remember what life was like to be one of the people, he could've been a better king. A part of Zeus's mind scoffed at the idea. He was to prideful to ever really say that. But what if someone worthy, who actually knew what it was like to live among others, someone that wasn't morally tainted by greed and power, what if they took over?

Zeus smiled. It was a truly interesting thought.

All of the gods nowadays only know what it is like to be a god. They have never seen the life on the other side. Well maybe other than Apollo who was experiencing his first taste mortality at the moment.

Zeus stood from his throne and placed his master bolt into the pocket of his interior suit jacket. He pressed a bottom on the Bluetooth earpiece. "Hermes, I have an errand I need you to run for me."

"No prob." Said Hermes who had magically appeared in the room. "Whatchu need?"

"Release the Kraken!" Thunder cracked in the background as Zeus said spoke.

"Ooh very mysterious and dramatic," Hermes grinned.

"Shut up and do it." Zeus frowned.

The King of Olympus then disappeared in a bolt of electricity.

Next Chapter 1: The Day I Became a Shooting Story... Sorta