A Fated Prophecy

Prologue

     Why was he doing this? If either of his brothers were to find out he'd be dealing with an eternity of fights. Zeus was a petty extremely self involved man child. Poseidon wasn't any better, than again could you blame him when his only friends had fish brains.

     He had no fear of his brothers, he just didn't want to hear the petulant whining's that they would hound him with. Horrible would they be if found out he left his precious underworld to mettle in mortal affairs. Worse still if they found out he agreed to do it as a favor to the Lady Styx.

      Of all the favors he could have agreed to the one, the only one, he ever said yes to was Lady Styx asking him to rescue her nieces from the annihilation of Atlantis.

    He once told all the Olympians that favors would never be granted. So why was he now changing his mind on something he once sneered at? Rocking the boat for a favor that her agreed to without question, with no reservation? The answer was simple really. He respected lady Styx. 

   With a heavy mind Hades sighed and left the Underworld to fulfill the favor he agreed to...

  All around fires raged, people ran around screaming in agonized terror. The coppery scent of blood filled the air, it mingled with the smell of salt and burning flesh. Atlantis was falling and there was no hope of divine intervention. 

  In the middle of all the chaos Aina clung tight to her baby sister Lai eyes wide with terror and sorrow. She wanted to scream at the Atlanteans that they were not forsaken, that hope wasn't lost but she couldn't. 

  She couldn't because she knew it was a lie. Atlantis would fall, the people would die, no memory of their existence would be spoken outside of myth. She couldn't speak words of comfort for a monster held her tongue. 

   The Destroyer of Worlds looked on in menacing glee as a once Utopian society burned. Sights set on the two little girls whom would be a feast...

  Seas apart a mother wept as she watched through a glass the destruction of her home. Crying for her daughters she would never get to see. She held her son close and turned away.