K, so, alot of people from the Image Creation Threads know of my upcoming PR fic, PR: Centurions. Well, like I did with PRMB, here's some snippets, as well as the theme song and character bios....
The Story...
The World is in turmoil. The Oceans have risen up, growing so unruly that water travel is impossible. Raging storms have permanently blackened the skies day and night. Reports have come in the world over of sightings of the deceased. The Seasons have been thrown out of whack, and people have grown distant to each other, their relations broken. Religious fanatics claim it to be the End of Days, but after an entire month of utter chaos, the next day is perfectly fine. Barely any waves roll across the seas. Clear blue skies, not a cloud in sight. Upon investigation, no cemetaries anywhere were harmed or disturbed. The common weather patterns for each season have but set back in balance, and people love each other again. Overnight, it was like the past month never happened.
Zoe Donder is a college student majoring in Mythology at the University of Athens. Originally from her home town of Lito Creek, USA, Zoe travels back for Spring Break ro find her mother was killed in one of the storm's that plagued Lito Creek. Heartbroken, she mourns her loss until a flash of light heralds a beautiful woman in flowing robes before her. The woman introduces herself as Hera, Queen Goddess of Olympus and Goddess of Marriage, Women, and Motherhood. She tells Zoe of a great war over the past month between the Gods of Olympus, the true Gods, and Kronos, Lord of the Titans, and his generals. The Gods originally banished Kronos to Tartarus, but he was freed, and in doing so, he freed his generals, challenging the Olympians for their title as Gods. The Gods were defeated, and the Titans are set to move on Olympus. With new Gods who have no compassion for the human race, The Human race is at great risk.
All hope, however, was not lost. Years ago, The Fates warned them of a great catastrophe in the future, one that would cripple even them. Fearing the worst, the seeked out humans they loved and conceived children, something that they had forbidden for centuries because of the sheer power the children had. Hera, being the only Olympian to survive the battle, is seeking out the remaining children so they can fight Kronos and keep the Titans from ruling the world. Zoe finds out she is a daughter of Zeus, God of the Sky which would explain the odd encounters with electricity she'd been having. Zoe, together with Pogue Equinas, a Hawaiian Surfer, Hayden Morton, a British Teen Punk, Demi Terrai, an Indian Florist and Nature Rights Activist, and Afton Phillipe, an Italian Star Soccer Player, they are called to ranger up and form POWER RANGERS: CENTURIONS! (Tenrai Sentai Joutenger[Divine Sentai Godranger])
Teh Rangers...
Zoe Donder, Daughter of Zeus, Centurion Yellow
Pogue Equinas, Son of Poseidon, Centurion Blue
Hayden Morton, Son of Hades, Centurion Black
Demi Terrai, Daughter of Demeter, Centurion Green
Afton Phillipe, Son of Aphrodite, Centurion Pink
Aaron Guierra, Son of Ares, Titan/Centurion Red
Teh theme song...(again, all I did was rewrite the words to another song XP)
Hey!(x14)
Let's go, Stormchaser...
First the lightning, then the thunder!
It's the Centu-
Centurions!
(x4)
Lightnin' gonna strike up the ground again,
Thunder gonna pick up the sound again.
Let's go Power Rangers: Centurions!
Save the town again, pick up the ground again!
Stormchaser can't chase the storm away,
Raindancer can't make the storm obey.
Look up, Not a cloud in the sky, today!
It's the Centu-
Centurions!
Run for shelter whenever they hear the call,
suddenly electricity starts to fall.
And you feel the flash over, through every wall,
Hands up tall but respect Olympus' Law!
Earthquake and the wind it begins to roar,
Fireworks in the air and it starts to pour!
Heatstorm and the light's go off and on,
Life goes on and on,
We go on and so!
Cloud to cloud, cloud to ground, ground to cloud, cloud to ground, ground to cloud, cloud to ground.
First the lightnin', then the Thunder!
It's the Centu-,
Centurions!
Finally(promise) is
The Prologue, the epic battle betweens the Gods and the Titans!
The explosion shook the very grounds of Olympus. One of many, the blasts bombarded the domain of the Gods into submission. Bursts of energy rained down like sparks, illuminating the carnage below. The once elegant and divine walls now crumbled and smoldered from the attack. It had come so quickly that They didn’t have time to prepare. A young-looking man, thin with dark-blonde, short hair, looked up with horror stricken eyes at the night sky above him. The stars fell from the sky, tearing up the ground wherever they landed. He gazed to the West and saw one star that was not falling, but spewing forth other stars. He saw its shape and caught his breath.
The young man heard a noise that caused him to turn, narrowly missing an attack from a pale white, bony blade. He looked up into the creature’s eyes—if you could call them eyes. They were the emotionless, abyssal holes of a skull. The young man knew their name: Kokalos. Evil, sinister beings they were. They looked like normal humans, except for their skin. It was borderline transparent, a translucent, pale grey. Even more, their bones glowed a pallid white. You could see every bone in their body, but underneath the contours of an average body. Frightening and malicious.
“
Sto Diaolo, Kokalos!” The young man spat, and vanished in a blur. He reappeared a moment later and the Kokalos around him lay battered and destroyed. He looked to his staff—two snakes entwined its length, leading to the dual wings at its tip—and gripped it tight in victory.
“Hermes! Status Report!” A voice, rumbling and rolling through the air like Thunder, commanded. Hermes looked behind him to the encroaching thunderheads, nodding. In a flash, Hermes set to running, the wind whipping his white robes as he flew at unimaginable speeds. He weaved in and out of the approaching Kokalos horde, knocking out as many as he could.
“How is that barricade coming, Brother?” Hermes said quickly as he rushed past an older man with muscular arms, a balding scalp and flourishing beard. His left leg from the knee down was forged of Olympian Bronze.
The man cracked his knuckles before kneeling and slamming his right fist into the ground. As he did, a pillar of molten hot magma erupted before him, sending the surrounding Kokalos into a frenzy. He stood back up once more, extending his arms outward at his sides forcefully. With that motion, the pillar followed his command, stretching around Olympus in an impenetrable wall of searing lava. “Aye, it’s coming, Hermes.” He called after Hermes with a deeper voice.
He watched as the Kokalos tried to penetrate his wall and burned to cinders. He felt a small gush a wind and noticed some rose petals flowing from behind him into the lava, where they burst into flames. “Hephaestus!” A sweet, sultry female voice spoke from behind. Hephaestus looked back just as a dainty, pure hand rested on his left shoulder. He saw the literal image of beauty, curvaceous with wavy blonde shoulder-length hair. Her garments, a mixture of white and pink, fell fluidly around her. She stepped forward, her hand still on Hephaestus’ shoulder. “My husband, have we made any progress?” Her voice was sincere and hopeful, and her expression seemed almost helpless.
She heard a Kokalos behind her and with great speed and finesse, She spun around. A fan unfurled itself in her hand in the shape of a scallop, and with one swift slash, the attacking Kokalos fell. She turned back to Hephaestus, vanishing her fan and blowing a hair from her face. Hephaestus still held the wall; his concentration was key.
Hephaestus chuckled. “Aphrodite, you have never once called me Husband.” He looked back at the flames and his expression darkened. “Why do you start now?” He clenched his jaw in frustration.
Aphrodite put a hand to his face, the contrast extraordinary. Her hand was vibrant and white against his smoke-darkened skin. Her eyes—subtle, pink eyes—gazed into his. “Because I realize that we stand on the edge of Oblivion.” She stood on her toes and locked her lips with his, no longer ashamed of her husband’s disability. She stepped back, looking once more to Hephaestus. “You are my husband, forevermore.”
A spark glinted in Hephaestus’ eyes, and he smirked with determination. His hands balled into fists and the flames grew higher with a newfound fuel. Aphrodite smiled and turned o the surrounding Kokalos. She extended her hand and pointed to one. “You.” A string of pink light shot into the Kokalos. “Have fun.” She made a dismissive motion and the Kokalos turned to his comrades, beginning to rip them apart. Aphrodite did this to various other Kokalos, controlling them to attack each other.
Hephaestus watched his wife work, marveling at her beauty. He turned back to wall just as he felt it falter. Hephaestus looked closer at the wall and saw a certain area darkening, in the shape of a man. Hephaestus’ eyes widened as the figure stepped forth through the lava. The figure stood taller than Hephaestus, with a body of molten earth and golden armor. His helmet formed the shape of a flying serpent and his cape blew in the wind. “Typhon!” Hephaestus forcefully whispered in shock.
Aphrodite whirled around at the sound of flesh ripping just in time to see Hephaestus fall. “Hephaestus!” She screeched, running over to her husband. As Hephaestus fell, so did the protective wall of magma, allowing a new wave of Kokalos to storm through. Hephaestus coughed up some blood and looked to Aphrodite. “I love you…” He breathed finally.
Aphrodite stood, tears flowing. “You will pay, Titan!” She began to run at Typhon, but stopped immediately in her tracks. She looked down at the blade that now protruded from her stomach. She breathed in and fell to the ground, the spear stuck upright from her back.
Typhon walked to the body, kicking it lightly. It did not move. The spear was pulled from Aphrodite, and Typhon looked up to its possessor. He wore white and red body-length armor, a warrior’s kilt, and golden shoulder armor. His helmet was enclosed with a black visor and a massive red plume jutted from it. Without remorse, the man wiped the blood from the spear’s tip. “Secure the other Gods. Kill any who fight.” Typhon ordered, his voice dark and powerful.
“I’ll do what I please.” The man countered stubbornly.
“You’ll do what Lord Kronos orders, Red!” Typhon roared, flames engulfing his fists.
Red shook his head slowly. “Cool your lava spouts, Volcanohead.” He turned and ran off, brandishing his spear.
“Kids…” Typhon grumbled, stomping off to join the fight.
A massive wave of water crashed over a band of Kokalos, drowning them instantly. From the damp ground, vines shot up, whipping the remaining monsters into submission. “We make a great team, Demeter.” Grinned a weather-beaten man with deep brown shoulder-length hair and lengthy beard in blue and white robes. His muscles bulged all over as he manipulated the sea to his will.
“Hold your seahorses, Poseidon.” An older woman said, whipping razor-sharp leaves into a throng of Kokalos. She wasn’t as thin as others, but shapely nonetheless in her green and white robes. Her golden brown hair, the color of wheat, was pulled into a bun on her head, but the stress of the fight was forcing it to unravel. “We’re a little busy at the moment.” Demeter smiled sheepishly. She raised her hand and watched as a glorious oak tree launched various Kokalos into the air.
Poseidon punched forward, sending a surge of water to take out more Kokalos. He moved closer to Demeter and leaned in close. “It’s never the wrong time for some fun.” He said, nudging Demeter in the side suggestively. He grabbed a Kokalos and flung it miles away, making it a point to show off his musculature.
Demeter commanded vines to grab the nearest Kokalos, lift them up into the air, and fling them farther than Poseidon. Poseidon stood awestruck, losing his steam rather quickly. Demeter turned and winked. “Nice try, Brother. Better luck next time.”
Poseidon, mumbling in anger, grabbed a Kokalos and crushed it in his bare hands. He continued his massacre of the Kokalos until he glanced back to Demeter to see a Kokalos coming up behind her. “Sister! Behind you!” He roared.
Demeter turned to see a Kokalos high in the air, leaped to attack. Just as it reached for her, it fell to the side, barreling into its comrades. Before Demeter, another man shimmered into existence. His pale skin rivaled the color of the Kokalos’ bones, and his short, straight hair and goatee were blacker than the darkest night. His expression was emotionless, the surrounding battle oblivious to him. “Hades, Brother!” Demeter exclaimed, rushing up to hug him. “Many thanks to you.” For once, Hades’ face changed, if only a mere shift of the eyebrow.
“You…thank me?” Hades’ voice was low and solemn, adding only a slight inflection at the end. For as long as Hades knew, Demeter never liked him for loving her daughter.
Poseidon sent out another wave just as Demeter spoke. “I apologize for my temper in the past, Brother. As you can guess,” Demeter motioned to the incoming Kokalos forces. “We cannot last much longer.”
Showing no emotion, Hades nodded in understanding, donning his Helm once more. He vanished, but Demeter saw nearby Kokalos falling from an invisible force. “I feel it, too.” Demeter heard Hades say. She went back to fighting and listened to Hades while doing so. “Every time we lose, I feel it, deep in my core. Every time a soul leaves the battlefield, I can tell.” There was a long pause before he continued, “Hephaestus and Aphrodite have already passed, more and more fleeing by the second.”
Demeter stopped, feeling a lump in her throat. She stared off in the direction she heard the voice coming from, unable to breathe. “They’re…gone!?” She spun in rage, knocking out a Kokalos. “How is that possible!?” Mixed in with her cries of anger, tears fell to the ground below.
“Their power is too great, Sister.” Hades said indifferently. He held no inflection, speaking as if he dealt with this all the time. “Our time has come.” Even through these words, Hades still fought ferociously, taking the many Kokalos by surprise.
“I refuse to believe that, Little Brother.” Poseidon said sternly, ripping into a crowd of Kokalos. He began to speak once more, but was silenced by an encroaching light. The three of them turned, blinding by the light descending towards them from above. “Hit the deck!” Poseidon roared, diving to the side. Demeter was tackled down protectively by an invisible Hades. The light hit the ground, sending chunks of shrapnel flying about in every direction. Demeter looked up from beneath Hades arm and saw before her a shining star, a star glowing with devious power. The light began to fade inward, revealing a young body in silver and navy robes. Demeter looked closer and gasped. The woman had no hair, and her right ear bore a sole gold ring. Her eyes were pure white, gleaming like the very stars that covered her dark skin like the night sky. Stars twinkled on and off across her skin. Demeter no longer felt Hades weight upon her, and she stood up. “Asteria!” She breathed. Determination struck her face, and millions of vines shot forth past her, surging for Asteria. “We will not go down so easily, witch!” She screamed, her arms extended with power.
Asteria leaped and dove, effortlessly moving for Demeter. The vines grasped at air, unable to clutch at their elusive prey. Asteria flipped and landed face-to-face with the Goddess of Nature, then shot a hand in front of her face. Demeter had no time to react. Five stars shone brightly in Asteria’s palm, white lines connecting to form an inverted star.
Poseidon watched from outside the barrage of vines as a blast of white light shone through the gaps. The vines immediately stopped, falling limply to the ground. With their defeat came the image of Demeter’s body falling to its knees, and finally forward to the ground, Asteria’s hand extended. Poseidon roared with rage, bursting forward on a current of water. “Die!” He roared, but watched as Asteria leaped and landed on his back with great speed. The last thing Poseidon heard was a flurry of mumbled words, and he felt Asteria’s cold palm press itself to his neck. A surge of pain coursed through him, and he fell to the ground, motionless.
Asteria stood, stepped off the brutish God’s body and walked forward amidst the running Kokalos. “That’s it, my babies.” She muttered, “Kill them all.” Her head suddenly jerked to the side, and her lips formed a smirk. She walked forward towards thin air, thin air that, at her approach, melted away to reveal Hades. Hades removed his helmet and held it under his arm. He looked down, his face emotionless as ever. Asteria cocked her head to the side. “Why do you not attack, God?” Her voice was far-away, yet present at the same time, as if it was being beckoned from some far off place, but she was speaking as thought it were here. “You above the rest have the power to destroy my existence, Hades, Lord of the Underworld.”
Hades looked up. He spoke without emotion, “No one can control death. No one can prevent death. But everyone can cause it. Simply because I am who I am, does not mean who I am governs me. That was your and your master’s first mistake, Titaness.”
“You are not afraid of death.” Asteria said, more of a statement than question, placing a hand to Hades’ cheek. “How very fitting.”
“By trying to control, you have been controlled.” Hades spoke as he felt his soul flee his body, wrenched out by Asteria’s witchcraft. She stepped over the body of the dead God and walked forward into the growing chaos around her, into the growing throng of Kokalos set to move on the peak of Olympus.
“It’s amazing we have learned to cooperate, Brother.” A gray-robed woman spoke, knocking some Kokalos away with her great shield. Her hair was brown, and an owl fought at her side with each strike of her sword.
A man fought beside the woman, clad in red with. The plume of his helmet shone blood red, and his spear tore through the Kokalos hordes. “Don’t sugarcoat it, Sister.” He said gruffly.
“Ares, you’re such a hard-@$$.” The woman spoke, slashing with her sword.
Ares looked to his sister, and, with angry expression, said, “Be Quiet and fight, Athena.” His spear took out many Kokalos.
Athena mockingly laughed beside her brother, caught up in the thrill of battle. For so long had she gone without such a fight. This challenge was a welcome change. Her brother, Ares, on the other hand, viewed it differently. He lived for the clang of metal and the roar of soldiers. Warfare was as vital to him as food and water. They both lived for the exact same thing, but each approached it differently.
Athena was getting used to the rhythm of this battle. After each Kokalos fell, another would take its place, one after the other. With a cry of power she slashed clean through a stray Kokalos, but what popped up in its place was anything but. The Kokalos fell, materializing into nothing but dust, as they usually do, but Athena saw a glaring red boot step into the dust, crunching it against the earth. She looked up into the visor of a helmet the likes of which she had never seen before. It was indeed a hoplite helmet, like the kind her people wore into battle, but the armor did not stop there. It flowed seamlessly all over the man’s body, a menacing mix of white and red.
Red stepped forward, gripping his spear tightly. His gait was determined, the same gait a wolf would have staring down its prey. “Who are y—?” Athena had no time to finish. Within moments, she was struck down, pinned to the ground by Red’s spear through her chest. Her eyesight faded, and she coughed blood upon the cold ground.
Red jerked his spear out of the God’s corpse, wiping the blood from its tip. Ares turned at the sound of his sister’s voice, immediately laying eyes on Red. “Who are you!?”
“Yeah,” Red said, readjusting his grip on his spear, “I get that a lot.” He broke out in a full sprint for Ares, who in turn raised his shield to block. Red’s spear clashed with Ares’ shield, and the force of the blow nearly knocked Ares down. With a roar of both anger and power, Red pushed the shield away, and swung again with his spear. Ares’ skillfully parried, but once he did, Red was at him again, sending a foot to his jaw. Ares fell back to the ground. He jerked himself back, flipping over onto his feet, and in doing so, dodging a spear aimed straight into the spot his head had been not a moment before. Ares lashed out, slicing with his shield. Red had jumped back, narrowly missing the shield. Ares surged forward, brandishing his spear. Red spun, stopping Ares’ spear with his own. The two battled for power, pouring out each of their strength into their weapon.
“You fight well, Warrior!” Ares spat.
“Too well.” Ares spoke calmly, knocking Ares back. By the time Ares looked back up, Red’s fist connected with his jaw in an uppercut that sent him farther back. Red spun and lunged with his spear, and Ares dodged to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade. It was then that something occurred to the God of War.
“That lunge…” He spoke. Red struck again, but Ares struck him off with his shield. Ares finally saw Red’s moves, attacks, stance. It all correlated to his own, and Ares suddenly knew. “It’s you!” He exclaimed as Red stalked him once more. “Aar—!”
“Don’t call me by that name!” Red roared, charging Ares and sending a kick to his chest. Red landed and the two lunged and parried back and forth with their spears.
“Son, why do you strike at your father in such a way!?” Ares spoke incredulously as he parried Red’s attacks.
Red locked their weapons once more, and leaned in close. “‘Father’? I haven’t had a father in ages!” Red yelled, knocking Ares back and standing at a far enough distance. He held out his spear, pointing accusingly at the God of War. “You let Her die!” Red charged, screaming all the while, “She’s gone because of you!” Red’s spear clashed with Ares’ shield, and with all his might, he pushed Ares back through the crowd of Kokalos, slamming him against a crumbling wall.
Ares’ helmet crashed back against the wall, and he saw stars. He looked back up to see Red standing before him, his spear-arm shaking. “Warfare suits you.” Ares coughed, standing up straight against the wall.
Red’s arm stopped shaking and he gripped his spear tightly. “Like Father like Son.” Ares felt Red’s spear drive into his gut, and his eyes bulged from the pain. He couldn’t see Red’s face, only the cold, black visor of his helmet. Red drove the spear in deeper, twisting it as he did so to extract the most pain possible. As he did, Ares stared with dying disbelief into that cold, black visor. Red let go, leaving his spear to pin the dead God to the wall. Ares’ spear and shield clanged to the ground and his head slouched over, motionless.
Red’s hands balled into fists, his shoulders heaving as he caught his breath. Red looked up, cracking his neck to either side. A red glow spawned in the palm of his hand, and when he held it up to his helmet, a black and red cell phone rested in it. He flipped it open and pressed a button, holding it to his left ear. He drew in a deep breath before speaking into the receiver. “Perimeter is secure. The Twelve are gone, apart from Him. Only minor Gods left to die.” Red paused. “Move in.”
The voice that responded was otherworldly. Millions of echoes all converged into one voice, a voice that transcended time, existing outside of its laws. “Well done, Aaron. Your reward will be great.”
Red’s voice trembled as he spoke. “Thank you…Father.” Red hung up, flipping the phone shut. He turned back to Ares’ body and pulled his spear from him, allowing him to hit the ground hard. Without conscious nor remorse, Red turned and walked off, his spear resting on his shoulders. The throng of Kokalos hid him from sight.
An older man, with bleach white, shoulder length hair and long beard, stood atop Olympus in the Council Chamber, the room where the Gods met. He stepped to one of the hall’s windows, and as he held out his arm, a javelin of electricity burst into his open palm. He hurled the thunderbolt forward, battering away the Kokalos horde. He repeated this countless times, but the Kokalos were relentless. They kept coming and coming, unable to be quelled. “Blast, Hermes! Where is my status report!?” He roared, manifesting several more thunderbolts and flinging them wildly. He roared in anger as he crossed the Council Chamber, heading for the other end. He shot forth more blasts of electricity, but the Kokalos would not stop.
“Hate to break it to you, Thunderhead,” An older woman’s voice spoke from behind him, “but your little carrier pigeon’s been shot down en route.” From behind the God stepped a Goddess, slightly smaller, draped in light blue, with peacock feathers fixed in her hair and one long one clenched in her right hand.
The God turned to the Goddess awestruck, grabbing her left shoulder in one hand. “What do you mean, Hera!?”
Hera shook The God’s hand from her shoulder, lightly dragging her feather across the spot his hand had been moments before. “I mean,” Hera spoke matter-of-factly, “He’s dead. Deceased. Gone. If you haven’t noticed, Zeus, a lot of us are as of the past few minutes.” She stepped to the window, the explosions and carnage casting bright light upon her drawn face. “In fact, I believe we’re the only ones left.” She paused, a rather loud explosion taking up the space. She turned to face Zeus. “So, would you rather repopulate with me or some mortal woman?” Hera shot, laced with acid. She couldn’t really care less what Zeus thought of her at this moment. They were going to die, and she knew it. She had always been faithful to an unfaithful husband, and she had tried to love him through it all, but Zeus always made it so hard. This was her payback.
Zeus turned from Hera, his robes flowing behind him. He stood in the Council Chamber by the pool in the center, staring down at his reflection. “For our sakes, Hera, this is no time for your jealousy!”
“Oh?” Hera said, stepping closer, the heels of her sandals clicking on the once polished marble floors. “And when will it be time, Husband dear?” The sarcasm mixed with her voice shot out as though she were a gun, her lips the barrel.
Zeus let out a monstrous sigh, a sign that he did not want the conversation to continue. Zeus looked up into the starry sky above, now blocked out by the encroaching clouds of smoke. “You must seek out the God Children.” Zeus spoke, his words echoing through the hall.
Hera’s eyebrow rose. “Come again?”
Zeus turned, moving quickly for Hera. His hands enveloped her shoulders, holding her tight. “The God Children. Find them. They are the only ones who can save us.”
Hera didn’t try to escape, but looked deep into Zeus’ eyes. “I doubt a bunch of bastard offspring will deliver us from judgment, Zeus.”
Zeus snarled in rage and lifted Hera’s face to his, holding her in place with his index finger under her chin. “Hera, you must put your petty jealousies aside! We’re dying, here!” It was then that Hera saw a change in Zeus’ eyes. Her cold expression melted away, and with the same love and affection she at first held for her husband, she gazed into his eyes. “I know you don’t realize this, but I love you, and I always have. It may have ebbed and flowed at times, but it was always there, somewhere.” Zeus paused. “I’m going to die here. I’ve accepted that. You will live on, I’ll make sure of it. Flee here as fast as you can. Take Olympus with you. They will have already gained their powers. Seek them out and help them fight. I trust you.” Zeus pulled Hera close and kissed her passionately, and immediately, Hera knew. She needed to do this. She knew of The God Children that Zeus spoke of. They were Demigods, born of an Olympian and a Mortal. They, as far as they knew, grew up human, and none of them knew of their Divine Heritage. Now, though, as their parents died, the powers that dwelled in the Gods would pass on to the children. They needed tutelage, a teacher, a mentor. Hera’s duty was to be that mentor.
Zeus pulled away from Hera. She spoke breathlessly, “I will, Zeus. I’m so sorry for everything!” She buried her head in his chest, tears flowing uncontrollably. Zeus stroked her hair, and she looked back up.
“Just go. If you perished, my death would be meaningless.” Zeus spoke. Hera nodded. They both looked to the entrance corridor, hearing footsteps. Zeus looked back to Hera, hugging her tightly quickly before pushing her away. “Hurry, Hera! Please!” Hera nodded through the tears in her eyes, and she ran across the hall. The footsteps were coming closer, and she had no time to run anywhere else. She dashed behind one of the pillars, standing on the ledge behind it. She crouched and listened.
Zeus turned to the footsteps, and from the darkness of the entrance corridor stepped a boot formed of hardened lava. Typhon stepped forth from the darkness, looking to Zeus and narrowing his eyes. He walked around the hall to the left of the entrance, not once taking his eyes off Zeus. He stopped in front of a pillar, merely a few down from Hera. Zeus heard the movement of rocks and more footsteps, and he looked behind him, opposite the entrance, to see a crimson-clad warrior, Red, stepping up from the ledge outside. A flash to Zeus’ right caused him to turn, and Asteria stood with arms crossed. In all three directions, Zeus was trapped.
Suddenly, Zeus felt cold. It wasn’t the average cold that occurred when the temperature dropped. It was the kind of cold that had no prescribed temperature. It was the kind that began in the pit of your stomach, then crawled slowly up your spine, making sure to extract every bit of fear imaginable from your quivering body. Zeus knew what was coming, and he didn’t like it. He felt his movements slow. It took every ounce of his strength to move his hand an inch, as though all his years were accumulating and pressing down on him at once.
From the darkness before him stepped a gray sandal. Zeus then saw dark gray robes, with lighter gray accents, flowing without reason. The figure had cold, dead skin, skin devoid of age or life. It simply was, and was not affected by the forces of time. His face was covered by a tattered and worn black hood, one that flowed over his right arm. The shadows of the hood hid his face from view. He held an enormous scythe in his left hand. The figure stepped forward, closer to Zeus. With each step, Zeus felt the cold grow and the pressure worsen. The figure spoke with a voice outside of time, one formed from infinite echoes converged into one. “Hello…Son.”
“Kronos.” Zeus managed, hindered by the pressure forced upon him.
“You knew this day would come, Zeus.” Kronos spoke, walking casually around the hall, admiring it in the same manner a homeowner would view a new property on the market. “And yet, you tried to stop its coming. By locking me away in Tartarus along with my Titan Generals, you only prolonged your end.” Kronos paused, his breathing heard throughout the hall. “Now, look what that has brought you.” Kronos turned, walking to Zeus. The pressure was unbearable now, and Zeus began to crumble beneath Kronos’ power. “Your brothers and sisters are all dead, now. And your throne,” Kronos said, looking to the Golden Throne belonging to the King of Olympus, “will belong to me.” Kronos looked back to Zeus, and then extended his hand over him. Zeus immediately fell to his knees, unable to resist time’s force pressing against him.
“No!” Hera whispered, hidden behind her pillar. She had seen the whole thing. Quickly, she looked to each of the three generals. None of them heard her, the carnage below must’ve blocked it out. Hera too felt the cold power radiating from Kronos. She knew of his power. Kronos was the Lord of Time and leader of the Titans. He could bend the very force of time to his advantage, ripping it from its normal flow to do his dirty work.
Kronos looked up from Zeus’ helpless form. He began walking towards the throne, his smile growing into a cold smirk. “At last…it will be as it once was.” Kronos’ hood hid his eyes from view, but only his eyes. No one ever saw his face, only his nose and mouth. Even that was enough to send the greatest beings cowering in fear. Hera saw Kronos move. She knew if he sat in Zeus’ throne, all would be lost. With one last look, she saw Zeus turn his eyes toward her. She could see the pain he felt from Kronos’ power, as well as his desire for her to live. She nodded, and closed her eyes. A shining blue light erupted from a pillar not too far from Typhon. It shot up like a meteor, soaring off into the distance.
All three generals were taken by surprise as it exploded, but Kronos merely turned. He looked back to the throne. He was inches from it. A few more steps and he would rule. Kronos stepped forward, but the ground beneath him shook. “What…?” Before he or the generals could react, a blinding light engulfed the entire Council Chamber. It only lasted a moment, and when it died, the Council Chamber was no longer there. Where it once stood, a crater filled the top of Mount Olympus. The three generals, slowly got up, disoriented from the blast. Kronos looked around, but saw no throne. Without the throne, he could not conquer Olympus. If Olympus was not completely there, he could not fully rule it. He gritted his teeth, a groan of anger rising in his throat. He turned, summoning his generals to his side. “There is still one Olympian alive. Burn the remains of Olympus. Head back to Mount Othrys. I trust you know what will happen if you don’t find them?” All three generals nodded. They all vanished their own way, leaving Kronos in the crater.
“Nice try, Father.” Zeus strained. Kronos turned to his son, grasping his scythe tightly. “You’ll never defeat us now.” He suddenly felt Kronos’ power explode on him, and he lurched forward. He was only able to look up just in time to see Kronos’ scythe descend.
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