Third Person POV:
After their ascension, the Gods ruled the lands with great morality and fairness to set themselves apart from their predecessors. Their actions led them to be worshipped by mankind. However the most religious and devout of these followers were the hellenics. So they became the patron gods of Greece, then known as Hella.
The lands of Greece prospered under the guidance and support of their Gods. In return, the hellenics built great city states to honor the gods. Athens was built in honor of Lady Athena and Lord Poseidon, Delphi in honor of Lord Apollo, Sparta in honor of Lord Ares. Not only were cities but also grand temples built in areas such as Didymus, Esephaus, Athens, Delos and so on. The gods were seen as the immortal guides of mankind.
Location: Temple Of Apollo, Delphi
The sun rose in the horizon casting shimmering rays of sunlight on the magnificent ediface of Lord Apollo's temple. Inside the majestic temple, surrounded by 3 men and 2 women clad in holy garments, sat a young maiden atop a klismos, with her eyes closed. With a shuddering gasp, the woman opened her eyes and looked around disoriented. The women helped the young maiden while a man clad in white holy garments asked her,
"Κυρία μαντείο, Τι είδες?"
[Lady Oracle, What did you see?]
The young oracle looked around at her fellow priests and priestesses before whispering, "Τιτάνες... Ελευθερη" [Titans... free]
All the priests and priestesses gasped while the priest in the white robe inhaled sharply and said, "πρέπει να προσευχηθούμε." [We must pray.]
The men and women formed a circle around the oracle and held each other by the shoulders. As the priests prayed, a streak of gold was seen falling from the sky as the sound of thunder was heard across the city. The falling streak landed on the altar of the temple, striking the ground with such force that the surrounding flowers, adornments and dust rose up to create a fog. In the midst of the settling fog was a man kneeling on the floor. The priests and the oracle bowed on one knee as the man slowly stood up. He was clad in light golden armor and wore a cloak that bore the symbol of the rising Sun. Atop his head, amongst black curly hair rested a golden olive wraith. His eyes shone with an intensity almost making them glow. His being radiated power and light as he motioned for his followers to rise.
The priests rose up and the oracle said, "θεός Απόλλων, Είχα ένα όραμα."
[Lord Apollo, I had a vision.]
The God of the sun motioned for her to continue and the oracle said, "Είδα τους Τιτάνες να απελευθερώνονται."
[I saw the Titans being released.]
The God of the sun looked into the eyes of the young girl. The girl flinched from the scrutinizing gaze of her patron as she felt like her soul was being examined. Never had the priests nor the Oracle seen their patron this serious, it unnerved them to think of something that would unsettle their Godly patron himself. After a few moments of agonizing silence, the God asked the oracle,
"Από ποιον?" [By whom?]
The oracle replied in a small voice,
"Δεν ξέρω, Κύριέ μου." [I don't know, My Lord.]
The God looked at his followers and said in a voice that left no room for argument, "Με υπηρετήσατε καλά, ιερείς. Δεν πρέπει να αποκαλύψετε αυτές τις πληροφορίες σε κανέναν. Η μοίρα της Ελλάδας βρίσκεται στην ισορροπία." [You have served me well, priests. You must not disclose this information to anyone. The fate of Greece is in the balance.]
The priests bowed in response and said, "Η επιθυμία σας είναι η εντολή μας." [Your wish is our command.]
The God then turned to leave but was stopped by the oracle who asked, "Κύριε μου, τι για την πριγκίπισσα Ελένη;" [My Lord, what about princess Helen?]
The God of truth merely looked over his shoulder and said, "Η μοίρα δεν μπορεί να αλλάξει, μαντείο." [Fate can not be changed, Oracle] With those words, the God shone brilliantly before he vanished heavenwards in a golden streak of light, as the priests averted their eyes.
Location: Unknown
A man with deep amethyst eyes laughed as he looked at a mirror that showed a temple. A second later, a shrill cry was heard and the man's laughter turned into giggles. He slowly made his way to a crib and picked up a crying baby. The man gently calmed the baby down and whispered sweet nothings into the baby's ear as it snuggled into his chest. After a while, the baby's flailing arms slowly stopped and it's tiny fluttering wings ceased as it's eyes drooped and it fell asleep. The man then kissed the baby's forehead and whispered softly, "Mox, filius meus: mox." [Soon, my son soon]
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