Feral Heart

P R O L O G U E

Clouds gently blew across the early sky, painting themselves with the color of the weak morning light. High above the white formations of puff sat a glorious marble kingdom with beautifully hand carved column that stood guard at the kingdom's edge. Below the noble kingdom rested a sleepy country who would soon awake and begin their typical daily lives. Those dressed in golden robes and luxurious armors rested at the edge of the kingdom, standing around the words carved into the marble ground that read "Olympus" in a language mostly foreign to the mortals who inhabited the lands far below them. It was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air that lingered between the godly beings. It was as if no one dared to let their voice drift from their mouth and destroy the morning's moment.

Though, this only lasted so long until one of the tall standing figures let his voice rise. His skin seemed to have a radiance of its own and his armor shone much like the Sun itself. "How is it that we stand here pretending that nothing is to come?" He called out to those who stood around him, a hint of anger flaring within his words. "A name like his spoken from the very crevice of the Underworld is a bad omen that I have foreseen." His gold-trimmed gauntlets rattled as he paced behind the cluster of gods. Most hung their laurel crowned heads in silence, letting the pacing god's words echo through the kingdom temple. "An foreseen omen does not prove what is to come, Apollo," said a wise appearing female who's eyes seemed to know of everything. At this spoken line, all attention was focused on the speakers. "I say we march forth into Hade's domain a rid ourselves of this seed before it grows." Spoke a hugely muscular man with a battle hardened face and armor that was precisely crafted. He took to standing near the other two gods. Murmured agreements and disagreements rippled through the temple, which eventually grew into loud bickering.

"Enough!" Called a booming voice that made the sky tremble at its very force. It belonged to the atheistically dressed god sitting on a throne in the temple, who was rubbing his cranium in annoyance. "No one is to invade the Underworld. As Athena implied, a foreseen omen may not speak the truth." He eventually rose to his feet to gather with the others, the sky seeming to dance around him. "For now we will wait." Howls of protest came from those around him making him clap his hands to call upon the sky that roared in the thunder. "We. Will. Wait." With that he stormed off to the inner chambers of the temple and into a room with a glowing orb that showed every location the the world and everyone's activities. His sky blue eyes stared in concern at the live image of the camp that housed the offspring of the gods. If this omen was true, he only hoped the demigods of Olympus were prepared, for even he didn't know what would become of things if Apollo's vision was true.

C H A P T E R  I

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Characters Present: Karsyn, Staci, Ian