Chapter 1
The king was sitting on his throne, his grey hard eyes cold and intimidating.
But, they immediately lighten and brighten up when an adorable six year old girl comes bounding in, with her honey golden curls flinging up and down in two pigtails. Her wide toothy grin brings joy to the king as he runs to her and lifts her into the air above his head.
She giggles with joy being tossed in the air.
The girl's mother died when she was born so the father only had her as his family— and oh how he cherished her with all his heart.
She was his golden treasure from above.
Despite all the past wrongs he had done, it was all worth it to see her smile on her adorable face.
She would grow up to be such a beauty the king thought in his mind.
The king settled the girl down on the ground and ushered her to go play in the nursery. The girl gave her father another toothy grin and the father watched as the girl's intelligent grey eyes sparkled with radiant beauty as she bounded off through the halls on her quick feet with tired maids trailing after her.
The king chuckled. With her, everything that he had done was worth it.
He went back to the throne to listen to his advisors and rule the country.
"The people are complaining about food shortages and increased taxes, sire." One advisor said to the king.
"Yes sir, shouldn't we maybe lower the load of work put on our people?"
The king glared at them, causing them to back away slightly.
"Are you saying that you are against the will of the king?" The king spoke with a quiet but dangerous tone.
"Oh no sir, of course not." Another advisor said.
"Well then, carry on with the taxes, and if you bring this up again, I will increase the taxes even more and it will all be on your shoulders, Sebastian. No you don't want that, do you?"
"No sire."
"Good. Then it's settled." The king spoke regally.
The advisors never spoke against the king again. So the king did as he wished and the people of Olympus became more and more burdened with the tax loads and were left to die of starvation and poverty.
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Meanwhile, in the suburbs of the country there is a boy— seven years old. He shudders with cold in the rags that clothe him. The rags look to be burnt. This boy's family was burnt alive in his own house. His father was killed. The boy was the only one who survived and his father died in the boy's arms.
And his last words were, "Avenge me, Perseus."
The poor boy now lives in poverty determined to bring justice to the corrupted rich of Omega city
—one day.
