Horizon Dawn

Chapter 1: The Day Earth Evolved

There were two moons in the midnight sky.

A man crawled across the ground, desperately searching for a way to survive. A symbol of the winged cross strewn on his white leather armor, but it couldn't save him now.

A footstep of the goddess of death arrived to reap his soul.

"Please!" he screamed in pain. "I have a family."

There was nothing special about such a scene. This world was a cruel place, after all. The weak could die for the strong to step over them.

I too learn that at a young age.

But I was wrong, there was another way.

Everything changed when Earth merged, but none of us see it coming--especially, not Ishtar.

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"Power corrupts absolutely. We all knew that, but there is an idea. That great power should be used for the betterment of all. Horizon Dawn is built on that idea. An idea that hero is not an empty word, but a symbol of hope for those who have none."

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'Hello the beautiful people of Earth,' said the disembodied voice in the sky. It was a very definition of vainly beautiful. Sweet, light, and yet too little. The speaker's tone was weightless vanity. Ridicule oversaturated the voice. It was the song of a goddess who had no goal in life other than being a living pain to all those around her.

It was often said that heroes were never perfect. At least they never started out as one.

In the canyon that was as empty as the surface of the moon, a single sixteen-years-old boy with grey emptied eyes was talking to himself. The boy looked ordinary except for his eyes. But in spite of that emptiness, a flashed brighter than hope flashed through it occasionally.

In that bizarre situation, the boy was not feeling distressed. No, his posture looked tired and worn as the sand of disappointment and reality chipped away at him. That lean body of his was swaying and threatening to collapse at any moment.

Alas, despite the pain, he kept bitterly standing.

"Well, it appears the world screw us up," the boy said. It was a carefree statement mocking himself and the very world that condemned him.

'Nope, we are only screw if we are dead,' said another boy with the same brown hair and grey eyes. He was a clone of the boy de-aged to be ten years younger. His voice lacked the passion of life like he was a doll without any purpose.

"Which will happen in three days unless someone sane found us," the boy, Rem Breaker, tried to think happy thoughts. The sole inspiring thing he came up with was the plot of his second favorite movie. An alien invasion that concluded with the united front of humanity overcoming their genetically ingrained stupidity long enough to repel the invader.

But that couldn't be compared to the once in a lifetime marvel that was Superman the movie. No one could replace a legendary masterpiece. Not with those knockoffs featuring men who maybe, just maybe, workout way too hard. Rem sighed, people these days have no aspiration for the classic.

That was the moment the embodiment of annoyance spoke.

'To everyone on Earth. Welcome...what?! They are panicking! Come on! Grow a pair! You stupid piece of...What the hell? American's president is threatening nuclear escalation?! You must be kidding me! Stop this at once! I order you to stop! Athena! Get Lord Zeus to do the lightning run! Those stupid mortals refuse to listen!'