Collision of Pantheons

The Greeks Meet Someone

   Earth; in a remote arena on mount Olympus, hidden from mortal perception.
  
   Ares, god of war.
   Athena, goddess of battle.
 
   The first stands near 7 feet high, with a deep tan, roping musculature, and charming black curled hair.
   The latter, while far more lean, is an impressive height herself. She towers almost 6 feet, 4 inches has her auburn hair braided down her scalp in intricate patterns.
   They stand facing each other, about 10 meters apart, each holding massive staffs with blunted ends.
   They surge forward upon an unseen and unheard signal, somehow completely in synch. Athena leaps high, clearing the male god's staff as she pivots and swings hers down towards Ares.
   The bigger male side steps, pulling his weapon up to shield his head, and the spot once holding him is gouged deeply by Athena's blow.
   As she arks back down towards the ground, the man moves forward, holding his weapon on one end as he thrusts the other forward to stab towards the goddess' abdomen. Her staff catches his attack, forcing him to swing wide as her feet hit the ground.

   "You're getting slow." The redhead taunts him.
   "Going easy on you you mean." He quips back easily. This banter is clearly often repeated as they continue the mock duel, both moving with amazing speed and ability, but neither ever achieving more than a glancing blow to the other. They also continue to relentlessly tease each other, trying halfheartedly to throw the opponent off.

   CRACK

   They both freeze as a massive thunder-like sound echoes all around them. They look up, beholding to their horror, a gap in the sky.

   "Run to Zeus!" Athena shouts, her wisdom shining through. Ares nods and dashes towards the labyrinthine structure to the back of the open arena. He stops at the entrance, grabbing a gold and silver inlaid bow and quiver that was propped against the wall, and tosses them to her, then disappears inside.
   She catches the weapons, and swiftly knocks an arrow, aiming it towards the phenomenon. She only has to wait a few seconds before something happens.
   The gap widens, like a crack spreading across a broken bowl, and swirling light is visible within. A breath later, someone falls out of the crevice. He falls down to the arena floor gracelessly, hitting the ground with a crunch and laying prone, face down.

   Athena frowns, and cautiously approaches, aiming her bow at the new presence.
   The figure on the ground groans, and slowly starts to rise. He raises his head, and Athena is struck by his features. His skin is deep blue, almost lack, with swaths of smaller light blues mixed in, and peppered with small glowing spots of light, making him look like a living night sky, but for his eyes.
   The youth, for he appeared no older than 12 to 14, had one golden eye, inlaid with a single blue stripe bisecting the bright iris, and one silver eye, wich sported a blue line that ran across the entirety of the sclera, iris and pupil. His lips were stark grey, and his hair as black as an abyss, freely falling down his shoulders.
   His clothes were unfamiliar to her as well. A seemingly silk material made up his tunic in a complimentary light blue, fitting snug around his mid torso but flaring out around his shoulders and hips, also sporting split sleeves for ease of maneuvering. His pants, white, were also very valuable looking material, and were clearly made with movement in mind.

   All this gathered in a glance, the goddess retakes her breath and aims towards his chest.
   "I hate to be rude, but your presence requires some questions." She says neutrally. "Such as your identity, how you came here, and why."

   The boy looks up at her, his expression blank. He then looks around, his eyes unfocused.
   Athena thinks carefully. Perhaps he was addled? He didn't seem to know where he was. She slowly kneels down, un-knocks the arrow, and waves her hand in front of his face.
   "Hello? My name is Athena. Do you understand me?"
   The strange boy once again focuses on her. He raises his hand slowly until it touches hers, and Athena jumps back, feeling an enormous burst of energy run through her. She not only feels it, but sees it a blink later, leaving her body and entering that of the stranger.
   "Ah. Now I understand." He says, his voice clear and without accent. He smiles coyly as he stands up.
   "Sorry, I'm a little confused myself. My name is Zion. I am the god of vengeance." He says jovially.