Centuries before wonders rose in Rome, Greece was the the center of the Mediterranean, with mighty city states ruling under the shadow of Mount Olympus. The people of Greece worshipped the mighty Gods, who ruled down from the summit of Mount Olympus in the north ever since they had defeated their fathers, the Titans. There were also many great heroes who roamed Greece, and one of the mightiest heroes began his journey with a foot race on the Western Island of Ithaca. It was a warm spring afternoon on Ithaca, as half a dozen youths darted down the long dirt path parallel to the Island’s main port. They had been racing for 4 miles, and the finish line was in sight. The competitors, eyes half blinded by sweat, could just see a massive group of
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I am the best fighter and athlete on the pitiful island. No man or beast in all of Greece can stand up to my might, and saving Mount Olympus will finally give me the recognition I sorely deserve!”.
Perseus grimaced, now realizing why the gods had landed him in the presence of this snarky youth. He knew a day like this would come, where Zeus would give him the task of training the next great hero, but why now he chose to do this perplexed Perseus. That was not how his father operated; he realized that it must be an older power at play. “Fine” Perseus said as he stood up in agony. “But we must leave the island quickly. Iapetus has most likely been alerted of my massive crash landing, and is coming to this island at breakneck speed!”
Brennus grabbed the bag and left a short note for his mother on the door, while Perseus hobbled to the barn and took the two best horses he could find. The pair left in a hurry, with Perseus protecting the bag of weapons as they bolted down the mountain road toward the port. But just as the boats came into sight below, a massive warrior landed in front of them, shaking the ground. The giant was 10-15 tall, face scarred and filled with hate, his armor and sword pitch black. “Stand aside boy” he growled at a stone faced Brennus. “This is between me and
I am the best fighter and athlete on the pitiful island. No man or beast in all of Greece can stand up to my might, and saving Mount Olympus will finally give me the recognition I sorely deserve!”.
Perseus grimaced, now realizing why the gods had landed him in the presence of this snarky youth. He knew a day like this would come, where Zeus would give him the task of training the next great hero, but why now he chose to do this perplexed Perseus. That was not how his father operated; he realized that it must be an older power at play. “Fine” Perseus said as he stood up in agony. “But we must leave the island quickly. Iapetus has most likely been alerted of my massive crash landing, and is coming to this island at breakneck speed!”
Brennus grabbed the bag and left a short note for his mother on the door, while Perseus hobbled to the barn and took the two best horses he could find. The pair left in a hurry, with Perseus protecting the bag of weapons as they bolted down the mountain road toward the port. But just as the boats came into sight below, a massive warrior landed in front of them, shaking the ground. The giant was 10-15 tall, face scarred and filled with hate, his armor and sword pitch black. “Stand aside boy” he growled at a stone faced Brennus. “This is between me and