The night was cold with bitter winds. The icy breeze awakens; the creatures of the night begin to emerge from their morning slumber. A low howling is heard throughout the forest, creating an eerie sense of fear. Dark shadows, wild beasts, lack of moonlight, all these would make anyone fearful. However, this was the least of his worries.
In the moon’s twilight, a figure sprints through the forest, an ancient, leathered book rested neatly tucked in his arms. What this book contains is a solution, numerous enchanted spells. His legs grew weary, but he reached the heart of the forest. Sweat dripped off his brow. A heavy robe wears him down the minute the hooded figure enters the mysterious, gloomy forest. Ducking under bent branches, and hopping over small streams, the individual sighs as soon as he reaches his destination. The sacred stones of Olympus. The barking of the dogs behind him forces his stress levels to rise, the masters sprinting with them close in on him.
Time was not his colleague right now. Getting on his knees, he removed the leather book and sped through the pages. He scans the pages until he finds the right spell titled ο χρόνος ξόρκι (time spell). He pulled out a red gemstone from inside his cloak and placed it in the center of the stones. With palms together, he recited the incantation in his people’s ancient tongue.
As he spoke, the stones began to turn blue and glow with such brightness and clarity. In the center of the rocks, the ringed outline began to swirl until a portal between time and space erupts. Through this portal, images of battles were visible. He could see everything and needed to choose quickly. Making his decision, he begins to recite the final phrase.
However, his phrase is interrupted by his pursuers, who had arrived at the worst possible moment. The dogs were panting hard and had drool dripping from their muzzles. Their razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight, and their eyes glinted red. The pursuers were his people and accompanied by one of the pantheons, Ares the War God. Ares wore all black armor adorned with a shredded cape in the back. He stood around eight feet tall with a muscular build. His arms are the size of tree trunks, legs firm as a stone, and eyes as bright as the sun. He had a massive beard with dried blood on it. Unsheathing his Xiphos sword, he pointed it at the individual. His voice was full of malice and rage.
“You gave us quite the chase mage, but now it ends here. Surrender and I will give you a quick death,” spoke the War God. The individual remained motionless and continued with the chant. Ares did not like being ignored. He gestures to two of his fellow soldiers to apprehend the mage. As the two got close, they immediately incinerated on the spot. A protection spell was put around the stones. It may have worked on regular soldiers, but it would do little to Ares.
“If you want something done right, do it yourself.” Ares begins to walk to the barrier. Knowing what would happen, the individual tries to finish the last phrases of the chant. His heart pounds in his chest as he hears the sound of the barrier-breaking underneath Ares’s strength.
Fear filled his mind, but he could not afford to make a mistake. Not now. Hearing the barrier shattering, the mage finishes the last part of the spell, and the portal blasts up into the starlight sky and then disappear.
It left a bluish hue in the night sky, and the mage let out a sigh of relief. He hopes the portal reaches its destination: Planet Earth. Before Ares gets him, he grabs the stone and teleport’s it away. Enraged, Ares grabs the sorcerer by the neck and slams him to the ground. The force shattered the stone floor, breaking the sacred sight. The sheer power of the slam crushes several of the sorcerers’ ribs, and red liquid peels from the corner of his mouth.
Ares placed his blade to the sorcerer’s neck and drew some blood. “You think you’ve figured it out, but how long are you going to keep calling your champions for help.” Ares then begins to mock the sorcerer. “I would have thought you and your people would have learned your lesson by now. I mean, all those deaths were your fault. Have you nothing to say?”
The man spat at Ares’s face as his response. Smirking, Ares picks up the sorcerer and throws him over his shoulder. Licking the blood off from his sword, Ares looks up at the night sky. He sees a figure towering above him. The figure was the one and only Zeus.
“I take it you know what just happened,” said the thunder god.
“It has been years since the great purge. We have spent our years fighting nomadic warbands all across this forsaken region. It would be nice to kill some earthlings for once.” In his twisted way, Ares was delighted. He had not killed humans for some time now.
“And the stone?” Zeus could see that neither the mage nor Ares possessed the stone; thus, it was still lost.
“The sorcerer knows where it is, and probably hid it back in his village. Take him back to the castle and imprison him until further notice. While you’re there, get a scouting party and have them search the outlands until they find the stone,” orders Ares.
Handing the body to Zeus, the thunder god zips away into the night. Turning his back to the sacred stones, Ares wondered what new warriors he and the others would meet. He chuckled at the idea of these new champions putting up a fight and winning. If they were like the ones that came before, then they would die like all the rest. Nothing would change.
Yet nothing is truly set in stone. Nothing lasts forever—everything changes.