The Fall of Men, Gods and the World

The Argo sailed through the dark waters of the Mediterranean, the arching waves breaking under the old wooden hull. 'WE HAVE TO REACH CRETE BY SUN RISE!' the Captain called over the raging wind. The sails creaked under the strain. The crew manned their stations. The ship made its way through the murky water. A monstrous wave crashed over the bough, four men were sent flying over the side and they sunk deep under the sea. The crew yelled out to them but everyone on the old boat knew the cold truth, their lives were lost.

The sails fell slack, the wind had completely stopped and the sea froze still and flat. 'Poseidon must not be happy!' the crewmen called with fear. They ran under deck and release the oars, then started rowing through the calm. All that could be heard was the gentle rythm of the oars slicing through the silken waters.

Suddenly warning bells started to sound through the ship. Under the ship a dull red fire glowed in the deep and illuminated the water. The water then started to boil and the red light rose up toward the surface; a giant set of jaws breached the bubbling surface and got a firm hold on the Argo. Giant scaled claws rose and clamped down on the ship, the crew scrambled around the deck and set their harpoons lose on the claws, it was a hopeless battle.

The beast pulled the ship under. Only one survived. He swam to a nearby island and wearily ascended the sloping shores of the beach. He looked up to the top of a nearby cliff and there stood a great temple. It was the temple of Kronos. He walked across the beach and found a row boat. He was fearful about hitting the sea again but he had to report the Titan worshippers to the Kind of Crete. The bow of the small boat bore the symbol of the city state Sparta... this would mean war. The man sailed to Crete and reported everything. The Minoans called their armies and sent a scout to every city of Greece. The king of Crete, Minos went to the temple of the gods and prayed for a meeting with Zeus, King of the gods.

There was a bolt of lightning and there stood Zeus. Minos explained everything to the god. ‘Can we reply on the help of the Gods in this war?’ Minos asked. ‘It is your war as well, if theTitans rise it will mean the fall of Olympus and the fall of man.’ Minos continued. ‘You can count on the Gods in this war.’ Zeus replied with a surprising hint of fear in his voice.

As the Greek armies joined as one, a Spartan scout rode in from the north. 'Call off the attack or the Titans will obliterate you.' the scout said with a voice that wasn’t human. His breath reeked of decay and death. As soon as the message was delivered the scout burst into flames and crumbled into ashes.  Zeus came down to earth with a flash of lightning. ‘I told you this would happen!’ Minos yelled toward Zeus. ‘I know, why do you think I agreed to fight with you in the first place?’ Zeus asked questioningly.  To be honest he had always known but he need someone to blame from the monstrosity that was about to take place. The army of Gods, monsters and man marched to the gates of the Spartan capital, they besieged the city for a number of days but the attacks seemed to deflect off the walls as if it was protected by a shield.

The gods led by Zeus attacked the walls with all their might, the shield started to crack under the strain of the combined forces. When it finally failed, the gates burst open and an army of Spartans charged out. It seemed that it wasn’t only living Spartans, it was every Spartan warrior ever to have walked the earth. The souls of every evil creature from the bottom of Tartarus joined the battle. It was truly the end of days. The battle raged day and night, the Greek armies had fallen and their Gods were all that remained. The ground quaked and split. Magma started to erupt out of the earth like an open wound, a giant obsidian hand reached out and grabbed onto the city walls to heave a giant being out from the lava. It was Kronos, he reached out at the Gods and grabbed them in his giant hand. Kronos opened his jaw wide to reveal several layers of jaggered teeth then he consumed them all. After the Gods were devoured a pulse of darkness spread over the plains and the sea, the sun went dark and the land froze solid.  Across the world everyone was dying. 

Deep under the sea a great ruined city laid on the ocean floor, the ruins of Atlantis.  As the ice spread toward the city a great figure rose from his throne, spread his leathery wings and cast a shield around his great city. ‘It is time.’ The dark figure said in a voice of death.  ‘The war is here again.’