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Book I; The Rage of Athena
Topic Started: Jan 25 2009, 12:54 AM (83 Views)
Zeus
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"Rage, curses ablaze upon the sharp tongue of the goddess all wise, lashed for her brother's throat. If it were truly a blade the blood of the one whom rules over violence and death would have spilled upon the floors of the skyward throne. The council of her father and king all high was demanded rather than requested, what a headache she had become indeed."

Father he has broken the treaty you've instilled, I demand he'd be...

Athena's cry snipped short by the snake like speech of her worrisome brother.

Demand?

He chuckled at its insolence.

Since when has she attained the authority to command you dear king.

Ares was in top form today, it seemed their role had reversed. Athena the one forgetting her place in a fit of rage, and Ares.... Ares was loving every moment of it. A calm and collective demeanor about him as he bowed to his father with an satisfied grin upon his countenance. Fowl, this creature was. Seething with hate and vengeance of millenniums worth, finally coming to fruition. Just watching him, Zeus knew that his festering must have sprung forth of a wickedness of the lowest sorts.

But father!

Athena was wise but it seemed even she could be moved to the bases of emotions when struck a crucial blow.

Father nothing! Our treaty was between Athens and Sparta, not the rest of the world. It is not my fault that these lowly creatures will worship anything for money.

That was more like the god of war, his wrath burning even in his gloat. The sibling squabble finally ceased with the simple gesture of the hand of Zeus.

Enough.

For a god with such a presence, his voice was amazingly soft and yet demanded all attention. Even his queen seemed anxious to see what he would say. Or perhaps it was the pride of her son's victory working its way into a slight lift in the corner of her lips. For Hera, it was quite the feat, her eyes cut towards her king attentive of his words.

Dear daughter, your brother is not without point. As per the treaty he has remained absent in the affairs of Athens and Sparta. I see no cause for action.

Father, you know as well as I if this continues he'll come for your throne next...

This time it was the roll of thunder in the cloudless expanse that silenced Athena. Her father's fury was not to be taken lightly. That smirk had pulled into a full blown smile upon Hera's lips. Cronus had overthrown his father for the throne Zeus now sit upon after dethroning his own father. It seemed it was a rite of passage for the position and Ares was in prime position.

Steady your tongue child, do you not realize what you are suggesting? You're own brother of such treachery of the most despicable sorts.

Her words cut her king in blissful ignorance, she was only trying to keep the peace. A slight scowl was pressed from Zeus' face as his voice rose from silence once again.

Your queen is right dear child, my throne is safe from the likes of Ares.

Those boastful smiles dropping at his words on mother and son alike. Zeus rising from his throne, crossing the room towards his children who still bowed in his presence, despite how difficult it may have been for Ares at the moment. Zeus' gentle touch gracing his daughter's shoulder as he spoke words that meet Athena's ears only.

See to it."


In a time that only knew war, a pact was forged between the God of war and wisdom. Their involvement with the lonely mortals of null to prove to which who's confidence was rightly placed. As time fluttered on, it seemed that Athena had proven her title of all wise. The thinker's spirit outlasted the warriors as the millenniums passed; Or so it would seem.

Even Ares couldn't deny the lost of his faithful soldiers who's mothers sent off with the prayer of, "with your shield, or on it." Those valiant of valiant had been lost to the entertainment of children stories. Pathetic this world had become where science and peace ruled, fleeting the god of war's victory and purpose had become.

Never, his pride wouldn't allow it to happen: his mother wouldn't. Her call in his ear, it was time Zeus handed over the reigns of king. If he wouldn't pass them down then as his fathers before him he must be dethroned. And whom better to take over but her favorite son, truly he was the only one whom could best Zeus, the only one fit to rule.

And rule he would the kingdom that of gods, but first the kingdom of man. Repulsive creatures that longed for worthless treasures of man, easily persuade by a suit, a smile and the promise of absolute power. Thus Sparta industries was born. S.P.A.R.T.A., Security Planning Analysis Research and Technology Acquisition, a fancy name for war mongers. With Ares as its front man, the manufacture of war machines threw the known world into an arms race the likes of which hadn't been seen since the cold war.

Ares' weaponry far advance from the greatest these modern times could to offer. Every country spared no expense to acquires these futuristic arms, but as they say "if its too good to be true." With the worlds armies totting his weapons, it was almost too easy. The arm's failing with the rise of the Ares' army. He had saved the best weapons for himself, rendering all he sold as valuable as scrap metal. His world domination was quick, absolute, and most importantly under the nose of the goddess of wisdom.

In a fit of rage she stormed her father's throne pleading for he father to intervene. The pleas, however unfortunate it may be, fell on deaf ears. Ares' had played his hand well, too well for the hot tempered god. Although too late to stop her brother from taking over, she received the blessing to fight him to no ends to dethrone him. Just how deep is this war truly, and who is the master mind behind it all.
Edited by Zeus, Aug 28 2009, 01:35 AM.
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