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thelionsauvage · 3 years

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Warriors of the Gods

(This is just the beginning or prologue)

Smoke both black as night and light as fog crept through and under the doors, lightning and thunder crackled the sky, the ocean bubbled as if hot, the smell of flowers and flames, hearth and home, harvest; the bright light of day shone down just as brightly as the moon beside it as all the gods finally appeared in their natural; well human forms.

“Why have you summoned us brother Zeus? I have souls that need to be properly sorted with my wife whether it is hell or Elysian.” Hades, god of the underworld, stood behind his brightly colored wife; goddess of death and spring.

“Patience brothers and Persephone. I will explain why we are all here. And others from different Pantheons will be joining us.”

Ares slammed open the door of the meeting room, blood glistening on both his shield and spear. A sneer on his face as he steps up to the pool full of mist but underneath when it was his turn, his chosen warrior that would wear not only his helmet, and wield his weapons. But he or she would bear his name and fight the forces that they believed would never return. And this time...they would be choosing younglings, teenagers.

He looked away from the mist and examined the other gods had finally answered the call.

“Welcome all brothers and sisters!” Zeus ever the loving fool, smiled at everyone before a bag was magicked into his hand. “Ares, my son step forward but understand now to wait as other Pantheons may have your chosen as well.”

Ares thrust past the groups of other gods, he was always impatient yes but now time was against them as their enemies grew in strength.

He watched as all the different gods chose a tablet before Zeus told them all to step away for a God that was not part of the choosing; the Atlantean God and the one to damn the world with his death, Acheron.

He watched as Acheron struck his staff down and looked to the pool surprised to see not just he but three others stepped forward; Anubis, Seth, and Erebus. Greeks versus Egyptians for this warrior it would seem. Before he could blink, all four Gods were in a darkened room with a human in front of them looking at them with no fear on her face.

Anubis gave her a grin, but with his jackal face it looked like he spotted prey and it was within his grasp. Ares narrowed his eyes at the god and the other two before he and Erebus nodded to each other and shrank to her size, the Egyptians following quickly only Seth taking off his crocodile helmet to look more human.

“So.... You are the gods who drew my name. My name is Emberlei Frostine Laskaris and I want to know one thing. What the fuck am I doing here? I have a life you know? I was just popped away from my job! I work with patients, nurses and doctors; as well as other honorable hospital staff.”

Erebus waves his hand to show her that someone who looked, acted, spoke, and did all she did was doing her job for her. Ares watched with great amusement as her anger grew hotter and fiery than the braided red locks of hair on her head.

“HOW DARE YOU!?? Erebus isn’t it? I refuse to be your warrior.” The other gods watched with even more amusement as the god just disappeared before she turned to the other three still present. “And never in my living life or dying life will I ever serve an Egyptian.” She pulls out a necklace from under her scrubs that holds the old symbol that Ares was surprised to see as the Spartans were all believed to be bred out yet this young lady was a descendant of those warriors. “Anubis; Egyptian God of their Underworld. Go away. Seth, Brother of Osiris and a bitter asshole. Go back and choose another far from me for I will do the honorable thing and stick my weapon straight into his heart but it’ll be from behind, like you do to all your victims.”

Emberlei finally turns to Ares and honors him by dropping to her knee, a fist braced against her heart and a warrior cry from her lips; “My spear is yours, my shield shall I die; I will return to you upon it, and the enemy shall once more tremble at the banner of yours my god Ares, your war cry shall always pass my lips when fighting, defending, and if it is my path. My death I shall honor you.” The young woman bows her head as the God she has chosen laughs loudly before lifting her chin up and smiles as he stares into her eyes.

“Emberlei, you shall be my spear, my shield, my warrior that all shall fear. My armor is yours, my spear and shield are yours, my chariot, my horses. And lastly my helmet to hide you from the mortals, they all shall be summoned from something you already possess, descendant of the greatest warrior of old. Spartan daughter, my warrior. You are true in your words and soul, let me gift you one more thing.” Resting his hand where her soul was housed, he transfers the powers of his strength and might. He is pleased even more when she doesn’t gasp or scream, not even a squeak but embraces the power transferring into her. “You shall be my greatest warrior yet, I have faith in you my young Emberlei. Now return to your world and sleep. Let your body rest as it grows used to what I have given you.” Then he does the one thing no other warrior can claim he’s ever done and a gentle kiss is laid upon her brow. “Now...Sleep my Little fire.”

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