Daughters of Gods and The Trials of the Poison Belt

Chapter One: The Poison Belt

Apollo

In the celestial realms, where gods reside and time stretches eternal, there exists a tale of impending doom—one that I, Apollo, am duty-bound to narrate. You may know me as the God of Light, Prophecy, or even the embodiment of Atonement. But today, I am merely the Chronicler.

As I stand overlooking the ethereal landscapes of Mount Olympus, suffused with an everlasting glow, I'm aware that my words will weave the fabric of history. I can already sense the foreboding tension that shrouds the divine halls.

"It is no easy tale," I declare, my voice echoing through the cosmos. "It weighs heavy on my soul, diverting me from revelry and familial pursuits. But this story must be told, for it concerns not just gods, but all of existence."

Origins

Long ago, in an age veiled in celestial strife, the gods and Titans clashed. Zeus, my father, brandished a weapon of unimaginable power: the Poison Belt. It was this artifact that turned the tide, locking away Titans like Iapetus and Crius.

"Enough!" Zeus's voice resonates through the grand hall of Olympus, his gaze piercing like a lightning bolt. "This artifact cannot be left unchecked!"

Hades, once a robust god, now appears drained, his eyes hollow, a mere specter of his former self. "I've tasted its burden, brother," he mutters, his voice tinged with fatigue. "It's a power no one should hold."

The Pact

In response, Zeus entrusted the Belt to Prometheus and the Fates. Together, they devised the Five Trials of the Poison Belt.

"The Belt's power must remain contained," Prometheus urges, his voice reverberating in a secluded chamber, aglow with ancient runes.

Seated around him are my sisters—the Fates—and Athene, the Goddess of Wisdom. "We are the guardians," Athene says, her eyes filled with resolve. "Not just of the Belt, but of the very fabric of existence."

Prometheus nods. "Then it is agreed. Should the trials ever be invoked, Four Daughters of Zeus will descend upon Earth as guardians."

The pact is solidified. My quest for further knowledge has led to scant additional information, but I do know one thing: when the trials come into play, Nike, the Goddess of Victory, shall accompany the guardians.

So here I am, rooted in my celestial vantage, where the light of knowledge illuminates but doesn't dispel the shadow of the unknown. Though my role has constrained me, the weight of this narrative pulls me toward a journey—one teeming with perils, revelations, and perhaps, ultimate salvation.