Deku: The Hero of Smite

by jungleboy69

After being told he was quirk-less, Izuku meets an old woman who grants him a strange amulet. It turns out the amulet holds unimaginable power and transports him to a realm where gods, heroes and mythical creatures from various myths rule. Now, Izuku has a chance to become the hero he was destined to be. (Izuku X Harem)

9. A Divine Meeting

Deku the Hero of Smite: Chapter 8

By: jungleboy69

Chapter 8: A Divine Meeting

It wasn't long until Ammon and Izuku reached the amphitheater and shut the big brass doors behind them. "There...!" Ammon panted. "I think we lost him...!" He turned to Izuku. "Are you alright, my boy...?" He asked.

"I'm...fine..." Izuku replied. "But, he needs help..." He held up the wounded tawny owl in his hands. "Oh...dear..." Ammon murmured as he gathered the owl in his arms. "I have some herbs and bandages in the storeroom." "Quickly, now!" He added as he hurried backstage, with Izuku close behind him.

Backstage, the cats mewed and blinked curiously as Ammon and Izuku rushed inside with a bird in the former's arms. "Get my medicine satchel." The old poet told Izuku as he pushed aside some scrolls on his table. "It's hanging over by the costume racks."

"Got it!" Izuku called as he raced to the costume racks and soon returned with a brown satchel. "Thank you, my boy." Ammon replied as he placed the owl on the table. "I have some herbs, lotion and bandages that could help." He added as he took the satchel. "Izuku, make sure our little patient has something to drink."

"Yes, Ammon!" Izuku replied as he hurried to a nearby pitcher of milk and poured it into a small dish. Meanwhile, Ammon gently patted the owl, calming it down. "There...there...little one..." He soothed gently.

The owl hooted softly while Izuku returned with the dish of milk. "Here you go..." He spoke in a gentle voice, placing the dish to the bird. The owl looked curiously at the milk before it leaned its head in and began to sip it quietly.

"There...now..." Ammon replied quietly. "We're friends...we're here to help." Izuku noticed one of the owl's wings was twisted and mangled a bit. "I think it's wing is broken." He pointed out. "Yes...I can see that..." Ammon added. "I think I can make a sling for it."

The old playwright rummaged in his satchel and took out a bandage and two splints. "Calm our little friend and hold his wing steady while I make a sling for it." Izuku nodded and gently placed one hand the owl's back while his other hand held up its broken wing.

"It's alright." Izuku cooed softly, stroking the owl gently while Ammon applied some medicine on its wing while he placed the splints on its wing. Surprisingly, the owl remained calm, even when Ammon wrapped the bandage around its wing. "There, all done!" He affirmed, as he stepped back.

Izuku released his hold on the owl and the bird looked at its sling-wing. "Hoo! Hoo!" It hooted a bit, before it waddled over to Izuku and nuzzled against his hand. Ammon smiled. "I do believe he's thanking you." He pointed out.

Izuku smiled as he stroked the owl on it's round head. However, his smile faded and he grew worried as he looked at Ammon. "Are you sure that cultist didn't follow us?" He asked. Ammon's expression grew grim. "No...I don't think he had a chance after the blow you gave him." He replied.

Izuku gulped. "I...I didn't mean too." He replied nervously. "He was...going to attack us..." Ammon shook his head kindly. "Do not apologize, my boy." He replied. "You saved our lives." "What I saw defined all imagination..." He added. "I've heard of the powers of the medallion but to see them before my very eyes..."

Izuku reached under his shirt and pulled out his medallion. "I don't know how it happens." He replied. "I just got so mad, I didn't know what I was thinking." Ammon placed his hands on Izuku. "It will be alright, my boy..." He replied. "At least we are safe."

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

The two of them froze. "Wh-What's that...?" Izuku stammered a bit. Ammon patted him on the shoulder in reassurance before he headed over to the brass doors. "Who is it?!" He called loudly. "Please..." An old voice called out. "Can I come in?"

Ammon grew surprised and opened the big brass doors. All he found was an old woman with wrinkled skin and grey hair, hobbling over with a cane supporting her. She was dressed in rags and her grey eyes had a pleading look on her face.

"Forgive me...kind sir..." She spoke. "But I am tired and hungry from my travels..." "Please...can I stay for a while...just to rest my aching feet." "Oh, of course." Ammon replied, opening the door wider. "Please, come in!"

"Thank you..." The old woman replied as she hobbled inside. "Izuku, it's alright!" Ammon called to the former. "It's not a cultist!" Izuku came out and was surprised to see the old woman. "Why, hello there, young man!" She greeted.

"H-Hello." Izuku replied. "Sorry for barging in like this..." The old woman replied. "but I have traveled very far." "Do you have any food or drink?" She asked as Ammon closed the doors behind him. "Well, we have bread and some goat's milk." Izuku replied. "You can have some if you want."

"Oh, thank you..." The old woman replied. "Such a nice boy." Izuku blushed as he went back inside while Ammon helped the old woman to the chair. "I must say, you have a lot of cats." The old woman chuckled at all the cats meowing and prowling around the room.

It was then she noticed the white tawny owl on the table with the bandaged wing. "Oh my...and who is this?" She asked. "That is our patient." Ammon replied as he cut a slice of bread. "He saved us from a cultist from the Cult of Kronos."

"The Cult of Kronos?" The old woman asked as Izuku poured a cup of warm goat's milk for her. "I have heard rumors about it, but never believed it really existed." "Well, we were lucky to escape." The latter replied as he handed her the cup. "If it wasn't for this little guy, we would be dead."

"Hoo...Hoo..." The owl hooted and waddled towards the old woman. "Hoo...Hoo..." It hooted again and nuzzled the old woman by her wrinkled hand. "He seems to like you." Izuku pointed out. The old woman chuckled as she stroked the bird with her hand.

She turned to Izuku and looked at him curiously. "Pardon me...but you don't look like Grecian." She pointed out. "And your name sounds...strange..." Izuku blushed in embarrassment. "Well, it's hard to explain..." He replied. "but...I come from far away..."

The old woman gave him a strange smile. "I see..." She murmured as Ammon returned with a platter of bread, cheese and ham. "How do you find Joppa?" She asked. "It was...bustling..." Izuku replied. "It reminded me a bit like home."

"Well, you are welcome to stay." The old woman replied, stopping to take a sip of her warm milk. "We have travelers and traders from the four corners of the world." "Thanks." Izuku replied. "But, all I want to do is go back home and I'm afraid that cultist is still out there."

"Don't worry, my boy." Ammon assured. "That madman doesn't know where we live." "By now, he's probably wandering around the streets." He added with a chuckle. "That doesn't make thing easier...!" Izuku groaned as he stood up.

"By now, my mom is probably worried sick, I'm stuck in ancient Greece, an insane cultist is after me and I still have no idea how I'm going to get back home!" He added, growing more frustrated by the minute before gripping onto his green hair.

"Calm yourself, my boy..." Ammon assured him. "It's no good for you to worry yourself like this." "Ammon is right, young Midoriya." The old woman added. "You have a greater destiny than you realize."

Izuku sighed. "I still don't see how is that going to..." He stopped and turned to the old woman in surprise. "Wait...how did you know my last name?" The old woman smiled at him. "I have been watching you, young Midoriya." She replied. "From the day I met you at the bookstore and gave you the book."

Izuku's eyes widened. "Wh-What...?" He murmured. "Who are you?" The old woman smiled again and stood up from her seat, clutching onto her cane. Suddenly, a bright light slowly began to manifest around her, much to Izuku's and Ammon's shock. "What in the world?" The latter gasped.

Soon, the old woman was engulfed in the bright light, causing both Izuku and Ammon to cover their eyes. "Ammon, what's happening?!" Izuku exclaimed. "I don't know!" The old poet replied. "Just brace yourselves!" When the light faded, both of them opened their eyes and they gasped in shock.

The old woman was gone and in her place was a beautiful young lady with long flowing black hair that flowed down over her shoulders. She wore a white armored skirt and a golden breastplate and belt, armored bracers on her arms, armored grieves on her legs and sandals on her feet, two golden pauldrons on her shoulders, all had owls etched in them and a golden helmet adorned her head with a white mane on the top.

Her cane was gone as well and was replaced by a long spear with a silver sharp spearhead. "Greeting, Izuku..." She spoke, her voice was clear, calm and kind. The latter and the old poet just stared at her open-mouthed. "Th-That's...Goddess Athena!" Ammon cried in shock.

(Mythpedia...Play Athena's God Reveal)

God/Goddess Profile: Athena

Pantheon: Greek

Title: Goddess of Wisdom, Strategy and War

Lore: In war, there are two kinds of soldiers: those that fight for blood, and those that fight for honor. The first crave the clash of steel and smell of slaughter, the latter know the wisdom of justice, the kindness of mercy, and that life should never be taken wantonly. These different warriors seek different Gods. Ares, God of War revels in the bloodletting, but his sister, Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, is patron to those who fight with dignity, and only when there is no other alternative.

Favored daughter of Zeus, wise as ten thousand scholars, just as the scales themselves; Athena is a paragon of incorruptible virtue and worshipped with righteous fervor. So revered is she that Athens, greatest city in all the world, is named for her, and regal temples adorn the countryside in her honor, each tended by loyal priestesses. To Athena, a life is a precious thing that need not be wasted in frivolous battle. Bloodthirsty Ares, on the other hand, is reviled by their father and chained by his ravenous subjects.

In times of war, prayers are sent to both Gods. Ares, for bloodstained victory, Athena for honor, valor, and the wisdom to fight with dignity. Make no mistake, these are times of war, and Ares has already answered the call to arms. Athena, ever cautious with lives, goes to battle without eagerness, but solemn necessity, for the Goddess of Wisdom knows honor is for the living. The dead have no need of it.

(Mythpedia end...)

Ammon fell to his knees, bowing low. "Forgive me, great Goddess!" He gasped. "I am unworthy of your presense!" "Calm yourself, Ammon." Athena replied, giving the old man a chuckle. "You are one of my greatest worshippers; you have written many poems and songs dedicated to me."

"A-Are you...really...Athena?" Izuku asked in amazement. The goddess turned to him with a smile. "Yes, I am, young Midoriya." She replied. "And I am so glad to meet you." Izuku blinked in surprise. "Lady...Athena..." He asked nervously. "What do you mean I have a greater destiny?"

Athena grew solemn and approached him, cupping his chin with her hand. "Izuku Midoriya," she spoke in a clear voice. "You have been chosen by the will of my father, Zeus as Champion of the Pantheons and stop a great evil that threatens both mortals and gods..."