Chapter 1: The Oaths of Olympus

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Beneath the cloud-wrapped summit of Mount Olympus, where mortals dare not tread, a storm brewed. Zeus, the king of the gods, stood in the heart of the swirling tempest, his eyes flashing with the power of the skies themselves. Beside him were four other gods, each more radiant than the last-Poseidon, the lord of the seas; Apollo, the god of the sun and prophecy; Demeter, the goddess of harvest and nature; and Aphrodite, the embodiment of love and beauty. They stood at the edge of the divine council chamber, their gazes locked on the mortal world below.

For centuries, the gods had watched over their realm named Aetherion, guiding mortals and intervening only when necessary. But now, a great darkness was rising. Hades, the god of the Underworld, had broken the sacred truce between the gods and unleashed his forces upon the world of mortals. His armies of the dead, led by shadowy generals, were spreading chaos, and no mortal army could stand against them.

Zeus turned to his fellow gods, his voice a low rumble, like distant thunder. "The time has come. The balance of the world hangs by a thread. We must choose our champions."

Apollo stepped forward, golden light radiating from his form. "Mortals with the heart of gods-those who can wield our power."

Poseidon nodded, the oceans reflecting in his stormy eyes. "They must be strong, for Hades will not yield easily."

And so it was decided. The gods would choose five mortals, imbuing them with divine power, to become The Godsworn-champions who would protect their realm from the coming storm.


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Alexander, a young warrior from the coastlands, never imagined he would be chosen. Trained in the ways of the sword, he had always fought with honor, but the gods had been silent in his life. That all changed one stormy night when a blinding flash of lightning split the sky above his village. He woke to find Zeus standing before him, his presence overwhelming.

"You, Alexander, have been chosen," Zeus said, his voice echoing with the weight of the heavens. "I give you the power of the storm-the lightning and the thunder shall be yours to command."

With a flash of lightning, Alexander's body surged with power. The storm coursed through his veins, and from that moment on, he could summon bolts of electricity with a mere thought. His eyes glowed with a fierce blue light, and the crackle of energy followed his every move.

But Alexander was not alone. Across the realm, four others were chosen.


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