"HADES!"
A furious roar tore through the air, lightning spearing the ground.
"Oh, the child is having a tantrum!"
Poseidon mocked, a tidal wave crashing against the ground.
"If you're going to shriek at me, do it to my face!"
Hades yelled across the field, sending another wave of skeletons dashing across the scarlet and gold stained grass.
"Zeus!"
Hera roared, her chariot cutting through waves of skeletons.
Vines tore through the ground, latching onto the golden wheels.
"Demeter! Let go of my wheels, you tree-hugger!"
"Make me, sky-kisser!"
"Ladies, ladies, you're both pretty!"
Poseidon snickered.
"TRY ME, LITTLE BOY!'
Hera and Demeter bellowed in exact unison.
A bonfire rose to the clouds as Hestia's temper rose as high as her flames.
" ALL OF YOU, SILENCE!"
She roared, louder than every voice being thrown across the battlefield.
"WHAT GOOD IS A WAR IF WE DON'T EVEN HAVE STRATEGIES?"
A terrifyingly long silence begun, even the smallest breath being heard.
"We will all regret this."
Zeus finally spoke.
Each sibling went silent again.
A single crack in the ebony clouds above made every sibling look up.
A six-branched lightning strike was heading for them.
Screams rose to the clouds as each god fell, one by one, a second apart, in the exact order they were born and swallowed.
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On the darkest night of the year, at the end of a storm, six children were born.
First a one with eyes like fire.
Second with hair like field of grains.
Third with the hands of a mother.
Fourth with eyes as black as the abyss.
Fifth with hair as blue as the oceans.
And sixth with the hands of a god.
Each born a second apart, matching with the fall of a god.
The first named Vesta.
The second named Ceres.
The third named Juno.
The fourth named Pluto.
The fifth named Neptune.
And the sixth named Jupiter.
The rise of a campground, straight from the earth, fitted with every training method the children would need.
On their thirteenth birthday, a voice called to each child.
They were told to leave. Take whatever they needed, and leave.
Venture to the camp of Metensárkosi.
On their third birthday, a sound would begin.
Vesta's being the sound of flames crackling in a hearth.
Ceres's being wind brush in over a field.
Juno's being a child crying.
Pluto's being bones rattling.
Neptune's being waves crashing against a shore.
And Jupiter's being lightning striking a tree.
Every 20 minutes, for 30 seconds, for 10 years.
On the morning of their thirteenth birthday, the child would except to hear a sound.
But instead, a voice.
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Woah, that took a while..
Prepare for the daily life of the reincarnation of gods.. then plot twists!! ooh!!
that was unnecessary, i'm sorry-
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