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Narrator PoV
The ancient one could be seen falling through the sky at incredible speeds. Anyone less than a godly level would have burned up from the speed of falling so fast.
The Ancient One was dressed in clothing that could only be described as strange. Dressed in dark robes that stop just above his feet. The robes showed areas where scars would be on his body. Some were large, while some were small(1). He wore sandals that showed a minimal amount of skin shown. Upon his face was a golden mask covered with black lines imitating scars to hide the horrors depicted on his body. Above his mask, his hair was half white and half black, perfectly split down the middle. The white half of his hair was beautiful, almost as pristine as freshly fallen snow, while his black hair was as dark as the deepest depths of the void. His hair was in the style of a ponytail(think of Utred of Bebbanburg), tied back by an invisible object. On the sides of his head were intricate markings that would appear different to people based upon their beliefs. Upon his back stood lines of text imprinted onto the robes, written in a language that anyone, no matter where they hailed from, would be able to understand.
Written on the cloth of his back was this:
"Don't be afraid to catch your breath; after all, you are falling fast.
Be not afraid to chat with death; you certainly won't be the last.
Close your eyes; do not run; you're only delaying the inevitable.
Do not forget to hide within a disguise; after all, you should hide in the sun."
Upon his forearm was inscribed in greek, a reminder of the cruelty of the gods in another universe. It read;
"This is the child of insanity; his mind is broken beyond repair, shattered from our cruelty, twas all his fault, so don't despair."
It was a shame that the ancient one could reign over his domains, but his physical appearance was also affected by his domains. The domain that took the mantle of controlling his appearance was the domain of the multiverse. His appearance was supposed to mimic the scars of Tyrael, a doppelganger of a particular demigod.
Upon the Ancient One's back was a double set of wings(two sets of wings). One set of wings was white like freshly fallen snow, and the other black as the deepest depths of the void. Their feathers are strong enough to slice through the strongest materials yet flexible enough to provide efficient flight.
As the ancient one falls through the sky, he propels himself toward the ground quickly, making a sonic boom through the air as his speed skyrockets. He watches as the ground soon approaches. The rocky green mountainside came into view quickly. Upon the top was a homestead; below it, about five hundred feet, was a garden with a tree with the most peculiar fruit hanging from it.
However, before the ancient one could see more of the mountainside, he slammed into the ground in a kneeling position. He got up leisurely and began walking up the mountain, marveling at the creation of the creators that he let create things. It was astounding that their creation led to such beauty.
The Ancient One strolled through the garden admiring the beauty of the beginning of the garden but was interrupted by hushed voices.
"Hurry, demigod! You must take an apple before Ladon wakes. I will only be able to keep him distracted for a short period." A small but smooth feminine voice spoke out quietly.
There wasn't a spoken reply past a simple grunt of acknowledgment. The grunt was deep and masculine, obviously belonging to a man.
A few moments later, the Ancient one was able to see the man take a golden apple from the tree.
The man was large, incredibly so. His muscles were bulging and gave a testament to his strength. Upon his back lay a lion's pelt, and on the ground next to him lay an oddly shaped club with spikes on either end. He had long, almost curly brown hair that went well past his shoulders.
A couple yards away, the feminine voice belonged to a woman, distracting a 100 headed dragon.
She wore an elegant gown that radiated pure natural beauty, complemented by her tan, olive skin. Long and beautiful black hair adorned by a hair clip that radiated a small amount of immortal power.
After the man had grabbed the apple, he began to move away but had tripped over his club, falling to the ground in a loud heap. Unfortunately, that led to the distraction of Ladon failing. Ladon knocked the woman away and charged at the fallen demigod. When the demigod stood, he quickly dodged out of the way, running for his life. He soon found that he would have to fight the dragon. Realizing he had left his club on the ground, he frantically looked around for a weapon.
While this happened, the woman looked on in shock. They had almost succeeded, but the demigod had to have been stupid. Acting quickly, she put her immortal essence in her hairpin before throwing it to the unarmed demigod with a shout. As the hairpin flew through the air, it began to change into a sword that would later be named, Anakulumos or riptide for short.
Having heard the short shout, the demigod looked to the woman to see a sword being thrown through the air. He rolled to the side, dodging another charge from the dragon. He caught the sword coming out of the roll, just in time to slice through ten heads of the dragon.
The dragon hissed in pain before making a guttural roar alerting those above the garden. Acting quickly, the demigod began to slaughter the heads of the dragon as the woman could only watch in horror as her family crept closer. Soon the dragon lay on the ground defeated, in a small pile of golden dust.
The demigod picked up his club and began to walk away with the apple and sword given to him by the woman.
A voice made him pause in his step, "Hercules, take me with you, please." The woman begged.
The man let out a small sarcastic laugh, "Ha! You were a fool to have believed that I actually cared for you, Zoe. I only wanted the apple, the sword was a nice reward, but I got what I came for. Goodbye, woman."
Zoe fell to her knees as four more women ran toward the garden. The woman, now known as Zoe, was openly crying and slowly turned to face the angry faces of her sisters.
While listening to the yells of the angry nymphs, Hercules began to walk away but was interrupted as a voice called out to him.
"Hercules!" A deep voice called out to him with authority found in no other than the demigod froze and turned to the speaker.
"What do you want from the mighty son of Zeus?" The demigod was barely able to speak.
"Mighty? No. You are far from it. I know punishment; after all, punishment is one of my domains. She didn't deserve what became of herself. To be cast out by her own family will be written into history as if never existed. She didn't and doesn't deserve that. To think that it was caused by an arrogant, selfish, and greedy demigod is just horrible to think of. Fortunately, history won't know of what happened, well, at least to the person who caused such a thing to happen." The Ancient One spoke in a profoundly smooth and steady voice, giving off an emptiness of emotion.
"You dare threaten a son of Zeus?" Hercules roared.
"Threaten? No. It wasn't a threat. But a foretelling of the future. For you see, history will not know what happened to the event's creator because there won't be a trace of him. After all, I'm locking you up in the void." The Ancient One spoke while approaching the demigod with an outstretched palm.
The demigod had an utter look of fear as the man before him placed a hand on his forehead. A bright flash of light passed, and Hercules would find himself in darkness. Infinite and empty darkness.
The ancient one returned to the spot he left and approached the woman slowly.
"Young one, do not cry; it is unfit for one such as yourself to cry. Look around you. Do you not see how the very nature around you reacts to such sadness?" The Ancient One asked in a soothing voice.
The woman looked up, slightly startled at the sight before her. She slowly looked around at the plants that started to wilt down from the sadness emanating from her.
"I wasn't aware. Who are you?" Zoe asked.
"I have no name; I am merely known only to myself as the Ancient one. Now, I do believe this is yours." The Ancient one spoke while handing her the hairpin from earlier.
With a short gasp, she looked up at the man, "How did you get this? I gave it to that horrible demigod." Zoe asked.
"I took it from him when I doomed him to sit in the void for eternity for his actions. His betrayal was significant as he held no remorse or guilt for his actions. I merely returned what was yours. Now I am afraid you cannot return to your family. So I will take you to someone who will take care of you for the time being, or indefinitely if you wish." The Ancient One spoke out, standing up.
Zoe nodded slightly, standing up shortly after.
And so was the beginning of a story that would be told for generations to come. Zoe was led to the hunters of Artemis, where she was accepted with open arms. Zoe would always pray to the Ancient one out of gratitude for what he had done for her.
Hercules was lost in history as a "hero" who mysteriously vanished during one of his twelve labors. Zeus was furious yet saddened by the loss of his favorite demigod son.
And so it was that history began to run its course. Any traces of the Ancient One had stopped shortly after the time of the betrayal at the Hesperides garden. Or so it was led to be believed until the year 1945.
Timeskip 1945 Olympian Throne room
We see the throne room in all of its glory. It was a massive room in the perspective of a mortal, but to a god, it was relatively small. Seen within are thirteen gods. Eleven of the twelve of the olympian council.
Sitting at the head of this council was an older man with grey hair. His beard was white, with tiny flickers of electricity combing through his facial hair. He sat on a throne of white marble with a Lightning symbol above his head. This was Zeus, King of the gods. God of Lightning and Thunder, Father of Justice and Protector of Peace.
Another man was to the right; he wore a Hawaiian shirt with tan cargo shorts. In his hand was his trident. His hair was brownish-black, and his eyes a bright and deep sea green. His beard was at a medium length and was perfectly bushy. He faintly smelled of the sea. Above his throne of blue and green marble was a Trident above his head. Poseidon, God of the Sea, the earthshaker, and the father of horses.
To Zeus' left was another man, this time on a black guest throne. He wore black leather with an elegant robe that went down to his feet, where he wore sandals. At his waist was an emblem of a skull. This was Hades, the god of the Underworld.
A huge, muscular man with a belligerent attitude and a vicious sneer was to the left of Hades. He wore black jeans, combat boots, a black leather duster, and a red muscle shirt under a bulletproof vest. This was Ares, the God of War.
To Poseidon's right was a woman; she was slender in appearance, with grey hair and intelligent grey eyes. She wore a helmet atop her head and a golden breastplate on her chest. She sat on a throne of interwoven olive branches. This was Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war.
To Athena's right was an empty throne of silver marble, with images of hunting on it. This was the throne of Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, maidenhood, childbirth, and the moon.
To the right of Artemis's throne was a beautiful throne comprised of pearl-colored marble. Sitting upon the throne was a woman who looked elegant and serious. Her hair was tied up in a complicated manner, and she wore a multicolored dress. This was the goddess Hera, queen of the gods, goddess of family, marriage, vowes, and women.
To her right was a man sitting upon a lazy boy recliner. He wasn't pleasant to look upon, but he was a master of technology. This was Hephaestus, the god of forges, fire, and tinkering.
To the left of Ares was another man; this was Hermes, god of tricksters, thieves, messengers, speed, travelers, crossroads, and other things. He was dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans with a formal pair of shoes. His blonde hair was unkempt and lazily brushed to the side. He sat upon a throne of white marble.
To Hermes's left were Dionysus, Apollo, the god of Music, healing, the sun, poetry, diseases, truth, and many other things. He was dressed in a formal suit and had a charming smile plastered on his face. He had an olive tan that radiated handsomeness.
Dionysus was the god of sanity, wine, drama, and a few other things. He sat upon a throne of grapevines and smelled of drunkenness. He wore a disheveled buttondown t-shirt and cargo shorts.
Next to him was an old woman with blonde hair tied up in a messy bun; she currently was doing croche, making a scarf for her daughter. She wore a beige dress and looked professional. This was Demeter, the goddess of harvest, plantlife, and nature.
To the left of Demeter was a goddess with astounding beauty. She wore the most revealing yet unrevealing dress of all time; it perfectly complimented her beauty and would make any and all heads turn in her direction. This was Aphrodite, the goddess of Love.
Finally, in the center of the room next to the hearth was a small fire that, despite its size, kept the entire room warm. Next to this fire sat a woman of about early to mid-twenties. She was equally as beautiful as Hera, yet, she seemed kind and selfless. This was Hestia, goddess of the hearth, hope, and family.
A flash of light led the gaze of all who were in the room to one final person. She was intoxicatingly beautiful, her auburn hair complimenting her pale skin nicely. She wore a silver parka over a long-sleeved silver shirt over a medium-length skirt with sandals. On her back was a bow and quiver; at her waist was a pair of hunting knives. This was Artemis, goddess of the hunt.
Coughing loudly after Artemis was seated, Zeus gathered the council's attention and began the meeting of the Winter's solstice.
Timeskip to just after the meeting
Apollo fell out of his throne, down to the ground, gaining the attention of all the gods in the room. His eyes began to glow green as green smoke flowed out of his mouth.
Apollo stood and began to speak in a voice that sent shivers down each of the god's spines'.
"The Ancient one reborn to a mortal body,
a half-blood of the eldest gods,
to stop the arrogance of ignorance,
shall reach sixteen against all odds,
with enemies slain, an army unleashed,
to save or raze will be decided,
the winged warrior shall lead them to victory,
yet pain and sorrow will follow asunder."
Apollo then fell to the floor, the green light in his eyes gone and the green smoke dissipating into the air.
Each of the gods was silent with fear. Some more than others, yet they were all scared.
Zeus spoke slowly, "Well, we have our great prophecy. What do we know so far? Athena?"
"Well, father, so far we know that this "ancient one" will be reborn as a mortal, specifically a half-blood of the eldest gods. Which most likely means you father, Poseidon, or Hades." She spoke before continuing, "the winged warrior shall lead them to victory indicates a war, enemies slain, will unleash an army, and to save or raze will be decided most likely to decide the fate of Olympus."
"Hmm, very well. To ensure that this doesn't come to pass for as long as possible, Hades, Poseidon, and I must swear to Styx to not have any more children." Zeus spoke out loudly. Receiving reluctant nods from his two brothers.
"I Zeus/Poseidon/Hades, hereby swear upon Styx to not have any more children." This was spoken simultaneously by the prominent three Olympians.
Thunder sounded off as the oath was sealed.
With that, each council member flashed out of the room, leaving Hestia to tend to the hearth.
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