Return of the Gods

CHAPTER ONE: The Lights

The shadowy trees towered over the gargantuan hall. Three roads were guarded by heavily armoured soldiers, yet the forests that lined the roads were unguarded. It was as if the soldiers, and their lord, were oblivious to the fatal flaw in their defenses. All was calm as the wind blew through the trees, creating an eerie whistling that made the guards glance around in fear. Not like they hadn't been on the same posts before, no they had several years before. It was the fact that their lord had received word of a great force coming toward them with intent of overtaking the stronghold that they were now guarding. So with that in mind, every guard that was at the stronghold was awake and on patrol somewhere on the grounds. The very hall seemed to be alive as the humans walked along the turrets and walls, looking for some clue as to where the force was coming from. But the night was calm and the only threat that was there for the soldiers to deal with was the ever growing heaviness that assaulted their limbs and eyelids. The night drug on with little to show that there was anything going on, while the guards fell into the arms of sleep. As the night sky lightened with the pink fingers of the dawn. Soft whistles echoed through the air while the sleeping soldiers stayed where they were.

As the dawn light intensified to the full morning rays, the sound of creaking metal and wood sounded around the hall. Loud clacking hooves announced the approach of horses, and yet the weary soldiers stayed in the clutches of sleep. A large group arrived on the first crossroads that split into the roads toward the hall. When the force continued forward, the sound of chanting started to grow louder and more pronounced. Yet the guards were still oblivious to the impeding threat that grew nearer to their positions. Finally halfway down the three roads that entered into the hall, the force stopped and a few individuals split off and slipped into the trees that were unguarded. A few seconds passed as the attackers waited and then the sound of a warning call went into the air. The attacking force answered with five horns sounding three loud notes. The call to arms was now sounding from the hall and the drawbridges were raising at a rapid pace. Horsemen rode out at the quickest gallop they could get their warhorses to go. Yet the attempt was futile as the horses were shot out from underneath the riders and the riders were slain by the attackers who were now near enough to be seen properly.

The main soldiers were dressed in a weird type of armor that looked as if it were made of fish scales instead of armor, and it had large plates that went over the scale and sort of double protected. Only the torso armor was that strong so that left the lower half less protected, or so it seemed, yet if the soldiers were closer to their enemies in the hall, the soldiers would have been revealed as to have an even stranger type of protective material over their lower half. The material looked almost like regular armor except it also had the scale type armor that had the plates in the scales. Yet what made the warriors so distinguished was their weapons. Each soldier carried a sword and kite shield, yet there was another weapon that noone had ever seen before. It looked like a spear but the blade was shaped more like a tooth from a wolf. The edge was serrated like a saw and there were three spikes that jutted from the handle in the front. All in all, these soldiers were not like any other footsoldiers. They were obviously trained to kill with whatever weapons they could.



"Lucas! It's time to come down and eat supper. Your father wants to share some news that he received." Lucas, or Luke as he liked to be called, looked up from his book. The pages were slightly yellowed but the cover looked as if it had just been bought. His face showed irritation as he stood up and walked over to the desk that he kept his stuff in. While he walked, Luke shut the book and pulled a key out from under his shirt. The key was a rusty iron thing that kept up with the times by working. The key was meant for a different lock, but Luke had discovered that it worked on his desk drawer. That wasn't the best part though. This key was only a cover-up for what was really needed. As Lucas arrived at the cherry wood desk, he slipped the key into the lock and turned the key. The tumblers clicked and the lock opened with ease that betrayed its oiled surfaces. Inside the drawer were a bunch of papers and pens. The supplies that all students his age had. Luke ignored the papers and slid them to one side. He reached back into the rather large drawer and slid his fingernail over the wooden surface until he felt the crack in the wood. With an expertly prepared movement, Luke opened a false bottom in the drawer. Inside that space was a strange set of keys and lockpicks. Luke grabbed another key and a lockpick. Then he closed the drawer and relocked it. Across the room was a painting that was meant to show how "artistic" he was. Or that was what he said it was for anyway. Luke walked over to the picture and slipped the lockpick into a miniscule opening and then took the key and inserted it into a key hole on the bottom of the picture frame. The keyhole looked like a knothole found in most every type of wood, so noone ever thought that it was a means of doing what this average looking teenager was doing. With another twist and several clicks, the picture opened outward and revealed a small indentation that was the perfect size for a book. The very book that Lucas was holding was meant to be in that painting case.

Finally having stored his book, one that was meant for his eyes only, Lucas shut the door on the painting and turned away. He looked around as he brushed his black hair out of his eyes and examined his reflection. The average looking teenager was actually far from average. His build was normal, if not a bit on the thin side, but that was not what put him aside from everyone else. No, he was different because his skin was a tannish color even though he always stayed inside and he had silver eyes that held no pupils. Many people didn't notice because Lucas kept his eyes covered by his thick, shaggy black hair that also covered his ears that weren't rounded but were in fact pointed and resembled the description of an elf's ears. Lucas was fifteen so it wasn't odd that he was tall, but he wasn't normal tall, he was six feet and four inches with muscled limbs and torso. It was always a joke for everyone to say that Luke was a freak that was born out of the very depths of hell. What they didn't know was that he wasn't born from hell, he was born from the deities that noone believed in anymore. And he wasn't half-human and half-god, no he didn't get that priviledge. He was the child of two gods that had decided that he wasn't normal. These very gods were the ones that the ancient Greeks celebrated and called their protectors. Lucas was the son of Lord Zeus and Hecate.

When Luke was first able to talk, at the age of one and a half years old, he knew that he wasn't the offspring of Marisella and David Greggrens. The feelings and beliefs that they displayed weren't replicated by their supposed son, so he knew that they couldn't possibly have been their son. Added to that was the fact that he didn't share any features with either of the mortals. Yet at that age, he just figured that it was the credit of being so young. When he grew up, the god discovered that he was not mortal. It was only fifteen years that he had been on the mortal plain. As Luke grew up and found his interests, he soon realized that he had other memories that couldn't be explained. He could use the imagination that everyone said he had as an excuse but he knew that that wasn't the truth. Lucas didn't belong among these mortal humans, even though they claimed to be his parents. So Luke kept to himself most of the time. It was these meal times that he dreaded, because the two humans insisted upon eating as a family.

"Lucas Jupiter Greggrens! Get down here right now or there will be severe consequences." Luke's mother called again. Marisella was a very particular woman that had to have things fit her time schedule. At the moment, her time schedule was one that stated going downstairs and sitting with his supposed parents. This time schedule displeased him as he could always take the two mortals and give them severe consequences. Yet they wouldn't be very happy if that occured, especially since he was a god on the mortal world. He could destroy an entire city with a slight frustration. It was very difficult for the teenager to accept his powers if he could never use them. Luke walked over to his bedroom door and left the safety of his room to go down and visit with his mortal parents.

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The story is very incomplete. This is just all that I have before Writer's Block hit

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CHAPTER ONE: The Lights

The shadowy trees towered over the gargantuan hall. Three roads were guarded by heavily armoured soldiers, yet the forests that lined the roads were unguarded. It was as if the soldiers, and their lord, were oblivious to the fatal flaw in their defenses. All was calm as the wind blew through the trees, creating an eerie whistling that made the guards glance around in fear. Not like they hadn't been on the same posts before, no they had several years before. It was the fact that their lord had received word of a great force coming toward them with intent of overtaking the stronghold that they were now guarding. So with that in mind, every guard that was at the stronghold was awake and on patrol somewhere on the grounds. The very hall seemed to be alive as the humans walked along the turrets and walls, looking for some clue as to where the force was coming from. But the night was calm and the only threat that was there for the soldiers to deal with was the ever growing heaviness that assaulted their limbs and eyelids. The night drug on with little to show that there was anything going on, while the guards fell into the arms of sleep. As the night sky lightened with the pink fingers of the dawn. Soft whistles echoed through the air while the sleeping soldiers stayed where they were.

As the dawn light intensified to the full morning rays, the sound of creaking metal and wood sounded around the hall. Loud clacking hooves announced the approach of horses, and yet the weary soldiers stayed in the clutches of sleep. A large group arrived on the first crossroads that split into the roads toward the hall. When the force continued forward, the sound of chanting started to grow louder and more pronounced. Yet the guards were still oblivious to the impeding threat that grew nearer to their positions. Finally halfway down the three roads that entered into the hall, the force stopped and a few individuals split off and slipped into the trees that were unguarded. A few seconds passed as the attackers waited and then the sound of a warning call went into the air. The attacking force answered with five horns sounding three loud notes. The call to arms was now sounding from the hall and the drawbridges were raising at a rapid pace. Horsemen rode out at the quickest gallop they could get their warhorses to go. Yet the attempt was futile as the horses were shot out from underneath the riders and the riders were slain by the attackers who were now near enough to be seen properly.

The main soldiers were dressed in a weird type of armor that looked as if it were made of fish scales instead of armor, and it had large plates that went over the scale and sort of double protected. Only the torso armor was that strong so that left the lower half less protected, or so it seemed, yet if the soldiers were closer to their enemies in the hall, the soldiers would have been revealed as to have an even stranger type of protective material over their lower half. The material looked almost like regular armor except it also had the scale type armor that had the plates in the scales. Yet what made the warriors so distinguished was their weapons. Each soldier carried a sword and kite shield, yet there was another weapon that noone had ever seen before. It looked like a spear but the blade was shaped more like a tooth from a wolf. The edge was serrated like a saw and there were three spikes that jutted from the handle in the front. All in all, these soldiers were not like any other footsoldiers. They were obviously trained to kill with whatever weapons they could.

"Lucas! It's time to come down and eat supper. Your father wants to share some news that he received." Lucas, or Luke as he liked to be called, looked up from his book. The pages were slightly yellowed but the cover looked as if it had just been bought. His face showed irritation as he stood up and walked over to the desk that he kept his stuff in. While he walked, Luke shut the book and pulled a key out from under his shirt. The key was a rusty iron thing that kept up with the times by working. The key was meant for a different lock, but Luke had discovered that it worked on his desk drawer. That wasn't the best part though. This key was only a cover-up for what was really needed. As Lucas arrived at the cherry wood desk, he slipped the key into the lock and turned the key. The tumblers clicked and the lock opened with ease that betrayed its oiled surfaces. Inside the drawer were a bunch of papers and pens. The supplies that all students his age had. Luke ignored the papers and slid them to one side. He reached back into the rather large drawer and slid his fingernail over the wooden surface until he felt the crack in the wood. With an expertly prepared movement, Luke opened a false bottom in the drawer. Inside that space was a strange set of keys and lockpicks. Luke grabbed another key and a lockpick. Then he closed the drawer and relocked it. Across the room was a painting that was meant to show how "artistic" he was. Or that was what he said it was for anyway. Luke walked over to the picture and slipped the lockpick into a miniscule opening and then took the key and inserted it into a key hole on the bottom of the picture frame. The keyhole looked like a knothole found in most every type of wood, so noone ever thought that it was a means of doing what this average looking teenager was doing. With another twist and several clicks, the picture opened outward and revealed a small indentation that was the perfect size for a book. The very book that Lucas was holding was meant to be in that painting case.

Finally having stored his book, one that was meant for his eyes only, Lucas shut the door on the painting and turned away. He looked around as he brushed his black hair out of his eyes and examined his reflection. The average looking teenager was actually far from average. His build was normal, if not a bit on the thin side, but that was not what put him aside from everyone else. No, he was different because his skin was a tannish color even though he always stayed inside and he had silver eyes that held no pupils. Many people didn't notice because Lucas kept his eyes covered by his thick, shaggy black hair that also covered his ears that weren't rounded but were in fact pointed and resembled the description of an elf's ears. Lucas was fifteen so it wasn't odd that he was tall, but he wasn't normal tall, he was six feet and four inches with muscled limbs and torso. It was always a joke for everyone to say that Luke was a freak that was born out of the very depths of hell. What they didn't know was that he wasn't born from hell, he was born from the deities that noone believed in anymore. And he wasn't half-human and half-god, no he didn't get that privilege. He was the child of two gods that had decided that he wasn't normal. These very gods were the ones that the ancient Greeks celebrated and called their protectors. Lucas was the son of Lord Zeus and Hecate.

When Luke was first able to talk, at the age of one and a half years old, he knew that he wasn't the offspring of Marisella and David Greggrens. The feelings and beliefs that they displayed weren't replicated by their supposed son, so he knew that they couldn't possibly have been their son. Added to that was the fact that he didn't share any features with either of the mortals. Yet at that age, he just figured that it was the credit of being so young. When he grew up, the god discovered that he was not mortal. It was only fifteen years that he had been on the mortal plain. As Luke grew up and found his interests, he soon realized that he had other memories that couldn't be explained. He could use the imagination that everyone said he had as an excuse but he knew that that wasn't the truth. Lucas didn't belong among these mortal humans, even though they claimed to be his parents. So Luke kept to himself most of the time. It was these meal times that he dreaded, because the two humans insisted upon eating as a family.

"Lucas Jupiter Greggrens! Get down here right now or there will be severe consequences." Luke's mother called again. Marisella was a very particular woman that had to have things fit her time schedule. At the moment, her time schedule was one that stated going downstairs and sitting with his supposed parents. This time schedule displeased him as he could always take the two mortals and give them severe consequences. Yet they wouldn't be very happy if that occured, especially since he was a god on the mortal world. He could destroy an entire city with a slight frustration. It was very difficult for the teenager to accept his powers if he could never use them. Luke walked over to his bedroom door and left the safety of his room to go down and visit with his mortal parents.

The old wooden stairs creaked with the weight of Luke's stride. This house had been built back in the time of the Civil War but the city officials refused to demolish it. Apparently it drew in some tourists, even though the house was eligible to be condemned and burned for the fire department to use as practice. Luke was kind of angered at the fact that the parents he had wouldn't relent. So when Lucas entered the dining room, he didn't see the lightly painted walls or the highly expensive crown molding or even the giant picture window that showed the forests beyond the city. No, instead he saw the two humans who tried to control his life and tell him how to do everything. yet this gathering between the three of them wasn't the same as the other times that he had been told there was news he needed to hear. No, this time the two mortals were in a very morbid state of actions and they weren't acting normal and all demanding of him. It was almost as if they were trying to stay calm in a time of fear and war. Well there was war surrounding them and fear was always present when he was nearby in the city.

Marisella Greggens was a rather short woman with medium length blonde hair that always hung in a curtain of curls, and tried to go wild with her hopes to keep it tame. For being nearing fourty years old, thirty-six to be exact, Marisella was really beautiful. Her eyes shone with a joy that noone else could claim to have. She stood at five feet and eight inches tall and had slender hips with long, toned arms and legs. Marisella kept her face lightly covered in make-up, yet she couldn't stand people who caked their skin with it. Her skin was a rosy pink color that most of Lucas's friends evied, while they secretly dreamt about dating her. When Luke saw her, he only saw a mortal woman who he would never take for an equal in life. So he always laughed and ridiculed any of his friends that told him they thought she was beautiful. Even though Luke hated Marisella, she was always kind to him and thought of him as her own child.

David Greggen was the exact opposite of his wife. While she was short and skinny, he was tall and built with muscle. His height was a total of six feet, still shorter than his son. Yet his arms and legs with heavily muscled and his torso looked like a stone. He never had been fat in life and had always taken the time to keep his body physically fit. David had a deep red color to his hair and it was only long enough to barely reach his eyebrows, for he thought that all men should have short hair. Even though he thought this, he could never convince Luke to change his hair style. So David was the parent who was stricter and more forward in his way of discipline and speech.

As Luke took in all of the things that were still there in front of him, David pulled out a duffel bag and slowly unzipped it. It wasn't very strange to see a duffel bag in the house, because all of the beliefs of Marisella and David revolved around being fit and healthy. Yet this duffel bag was different. Just by the color of the material, could Luke tell that this bag contained something that had nothing to do with mortal sports, or even mortals. So Lucas sat down at the table and spoke in a voice that surprised him. The tone of his voice was no different but he had a hitch to it when he spoke. "What is the purpose of this meeting tonight? I am quite busy doing homework and studying." The whole excuse was a lie but they didn't need to know about the book that was locked away in that safe. Marisella just sat there and she was wiping her eyes with a quick motion of her hand. She was crying for a reason that Luke did not know. This surprised him and so the god just sat there and watched as his mortal father drew a long blade out of the duffel bag. Next came a shield, not a kite shield, no this was a circular shield with the symbol of Mount Olympus on it. Thirteen Greek characters were engraved in a circle around the edge of the shield, and the shield was Celestial Bronze. If that didn't surprise Luke, then the next two items did. For David hadn't finished pulling things out of the duffel bag. The next item was a staff that was a good four feet long but with a deft twist of the top and it grew to a staff of six feet long. The staff was Stygian Iron and had really old glyphs carved into it. The top of the staff had a pure iron eagle on it. The eagle was in full flight and had its talons gripping the staff. And the second item was a really surprising item. It wasn't something that anyone would think a teenager would be getting, and it sure wasn't something Luke had thought he'd ever see in his father's hand. Lucas was staring at a large crown made of silver, celestial bronze, gold, and stygian iron. It was only a band but in the front was a giant stone that had thirteen different colors in it. This crown was none other than the one that Lord Zeus had worn on his throne, so Luke was confused as to why he had it. After that a set of armor was removed and a great cape was removed. Finally a book was taken out and a golden key was removed from the bag. The book and key were together and it had the glyphs of Greece in the front. It was a book that had the words of the three main gods and then the minor gods in it. Each page held a description of the god or goddess as well as an image. The page contained their main attributes and their general information. Yet in the back was a list of different gods, ones that even Luke didn't know. At the top was the glyphs for Lucas Jupiter. This surprised him because it had a great list below it but the book added information for them as well. Apparently the book was a guide for the gods and goddesses of old and new. The cover had one page that had a note in the leather. Luke closed the book and everything was returned to the bag, where it stayed without ever filling it up.

Luke looked back up at David and Marisella with a questioning look appearing there in his eyes. Yet the two mortals didn't give any words until finally the god opened his mouth and asked the one question that wouldn't go away. "How do you guys have these items that don't belong to the Earthly realm?" He looked back and forth between the two parents that he had known for all of his life. They were both crying and then David spoke to his son. "Luke, we were given the duffel bag when you were entered into our life, and we were given a day to give it to you. Now that you are fifteen, it has reached the day to give you the bag and the contents inside of it. We are hoping that you know what to do with the items and that when you leave, you won't forget us." Marisella remained quiet as she tried to keep from breaking down and sobbing. Yet Luke could still tell that the two adults were really sad about the day that was upon them.

The fifteen year old god took the bag and drew the book out of it. He had seen a note that was on the cover, and now he wanted to know what it said. So he opened the book to the cover and started reading. Son, it is time for you to start your journey to reunite the gods. We are all dying and need someone to take over for us. You are probably wondering why all of this is being to someone like yourself. Well the answer is simple. You are not the child of David and Marisella Greggens. They were only a cover to keep you safe and not dying like us. So now I will tell you who you really are. Lucas, you are the son of the king of the gods, Zeus. Your mother is Hecate, which means that you aren't even a human. Well now you know that. It is time to tell you you requirements. I am dying and can no longer control the titans and monsters that wish to attack the demi-god heros. So I have compiled the book you have in your hands. The pages constantly fill with the information you need. Right now all you need is to find the other gods and goddesses that are your age. It is your destiny to rule as king of the gods. We send you the things you need, and there is another book that describes all the uses for everything in the duffel bag. That is all I can do to help you. Now we are to part ways. Good luck and best wishes. Zeus and Hecate.

Luke finished reading the book and then flipped to the back and skimmed the information on him. It was the major aspects about him but it said that he could control the magical elements and he could control storms and the sky. As far as Luke knew, he couldn't do any of that, but then again he was now the god that was meant to rule the new age. So Lucas took out the armor and sword. He put the armor on and slid the sword belt over his back and sheathed his new blade. The shield went over that and his staff was shrunk to the size of a soda bottle. This made it easy for him to carry. Then Luke took his crown and put it in the bag. Both books stayed in the bag while he turned around and went back upstairs. Twenty minutes later, Luke walked back down the stairs and had all of his important belongings in the bag. He looked at the house and the two mortals who were still at the table. "I will be back, if only to say hello." With that, the young god turned to the door and walked outside. While he walked down the sidewalk, Luke stared at the streets and everything else. Yet he was unsure as to where he needed to go. Luckily he had put some clothes on over the armor so that it was covered and he had put the shield back with the sword. Now he was able to walk around without being stopped by the local police officers.

The fifteen year old teenager stepped out into the street and started toward the other side, where the park was. He was so absorbed in the walk and his thoughts that he almost got hit by a speeding car. If Lucas hadn't heard the engine and tires, he would have died there. Instead he looked over at the head lamps and shot into the air. Lightning flashed and thunder echoed around him. Lucas looked around and saw all of the lights around him.