( This story is basically a different and better version of my first story, An immortal without purpose. I wasn't happy with how I wrote that one so I'm writing this one. The concept is the same but the story is totally different. Hope you like it. )
The gods know it's their end. Their influence is dwindling. Mortals don't care about them anymore. The proud Olympians now realise that they're nothing without mortals. Faith,prayers and devotion is what gives them power. They need someone to ensure that they won't be forgotten. To ensure they aren't simply erased from existence. Which is exactly why they've gathered at Mt.Olympus.
Zeus steps down from his throne. The other Olympians do the same and come to stand in a circle. Everyone has a grim, determined expression on their faces.
"LET OUR POWER FLOW THROUGH US. LET IT CREATE A BEING WITH ALL OF OUR POWERS. THE GOD AMONGST US GODS,OUR SALVATION. WITH OUR FINAL BREATH,WE PASS ON OUR LIFE ESSENCE,OUR ENTIRE POWER INTO THIS NEW CREATION."
The gods all chant in harmony and let loose their true power. A searing hot light flash follows. The light is so bright and hot,it puts the Sun to shame. Where there were twelve olympians now lies a small baby boy. The baby's eyes have no definite colour and keep flickering according to his mood and powers. When he cries, thunder booms across the skies and waves heave violently, smashing boats to pieces.
The gods aren't dead. They're incorporeal. Utterly powerless now,not even able to think or take a physical form. All of their power runs in the baby boy,you.
The Olympians can't be harmed with normal weapons,Celestial bronze and Stygian iron being the only two metals that can hurt them. The baby boy however, can't be hurt with those too. The three fates walk to the baby. The weaver lift him up in her arms and looks at the boy. He has a necklace around his neck with a sword pendant hanging of it. She tries touching it but it burns her as soon as she comes in contact.
_"Anaklusmos." _She whispers.
The celestial dual edged blade,with one edge being celestial bronze and the other stygian iron. Only the most powerful being can hold it without getting obliterated. If someone is killed from the bronze edge,the soul is said to go to heaven. However,if the black iron edge kills you, you'll get to hell.
The fates pick up the baby and head down to Earth. Zeus's last order quite plain.
"Take the child to Aithra. King Sorbik and Queen Adrianna will raise him."
The King sits with his queen in their bedchamber. The queen looks out of the huge balconies with a blank look. The king sighs.
Queen Adrianna wanted a child so badly but after 5 miscarriages, they'd given up hope. Even though no one dared to say this in front of them but everyone believed her to be cursed.
Ever since the last child died,the queen has been silent,not speaking a word to anyone. She idles all her time in the royal gardens or in their chambers.
The king is about to say something when there's a blinding flash. When the light dies out, three old women are standing in front of them. One spins yarn,the other weaves it while the third one snips at the threads with a golden pair of scissors.
"The three fates."
He realises who they are and quickly kneels. Queen Adrianna does the same. The weaver holds out a hand with what appears to be a bundle of clothes to the queen. The queen takes it with a confused look but gasps when she takes a look at the bundle. It's a baby. The king looks at the fates again, bewildered.
"This is the son of the gods. All-powerful. He will bring glory to your house and will rebuild Olympus. Take good care of him. Raise him as your own."
The fates don't even open their mouths but their rasping voices are heard clearly in the king's head. With that they disappear.
The queen lifts the baby with joy. She looks at his eyes. They keep changing colour. The king walks up to her and looks at the boy...his son. The boy's smile warms up his heart and he sees that the Queen's eyes leak tears of joy.
"Adrian. After his mother Adrianna." The kings whispers. When the queen looks up at him questioningly he adds."That's what he'll be called from now."
Adrian.
That's what you're called.