While Loki, Ananse, and the Golden Sky were making their moves, there was another who was making her move as well. She was someone the people of this universe had forgotten, for her throne had been usurped; but those who carried the essence of this universe had not forgotten her, and they would not allow themselves to forget her. Naturally, this person was Zica.The former Supreme of this universe may have been pushed into obscurity, and she may currently be weaker than she was in her prime, but there were still those who knew and believed in her return. These people were individuals who had fought behind her and served as her subordinates for the longest time. They knew no other thing than this: Zica would return.From the moment Mane arrived in the world to the very time that he had left, Zica had been making preparations. She had been secretly assembling those who had once fought for her, the very same ones who had been ready to give their lives for her; and she had done this throu
“Are you ready? We would be waging war soon.” Loki asked Ananse, the woman who was the symbol of wisdom in his universe.The two were seated in a simple restaurant. The restaurant was filled with many familiar faces. These were people Mane had fought against or with. From the Barbarian Primogenitor to Dragon King Bast to Monkey God Hanuman and the Matriarch of the Ancient Clan as well as the allies from the Elementals, there were many gathered here whom Mane knew. Even Lily and Lam were here. They had come with their grandfather and though they weren’t strong enough to be on the frontlines, they were unwilling to miss such a moment. If there was one important person missing, it would be the woman who had provided solace for the young Supreme years ago – Asherah. Her whereabouts had been unknown since the war with Pazuzu. It wasn’t just her though. Chief Priest Kaka and the rest had gone missing as well. Of course, right now, the priority wasn’t to find her. There was war coming. They
Mane sat silently within a training room provided by the Celestials. This was the room he had been using since he had arrived on this planet, and it had served him well. He had returned here after parting with his father. While the two had much to talk about, even several days were not enough to make up for the time lost between them. He had to leave at one point. He had to return to Olympus to claim the throne that he did not want. He needed to do so for his son; and so he had left after the two had spoken for a few hours, albeit reluctantly.Mane didn’t attempt to keep him here either. Just as he had his responsibilities as a Supreme, his father had his own duties as a father. He was deluded into thinking that his father was chasing after the throne of Asgard because he wanted it. Mane was aware that everything Reus and Thrud (Ray and Alexis) did were for his sake. He would not interfere with their parenting responsibilities, especially when they were building a network he would fal
“Do we not deserve seats, Celestial Emperor?” Ra asked as he tossed a few grapes into his mouth.“You have seats,” Atlas replied as he looked down upon the God Kings seated across his throne.Apart from him and the God Kings, there was no one else. There was not a servant in sight nor guard around. Clearly, Atlas was aware of how useless that would be around these men.“You have placed us lower than you,” Sango said with a scowl.“You want me to give you my throne in my home? You, who is merely a representative of Ogun? Do not forget your place Sango.” Atlas replied with a straight expression.His words caused Sango to dive into rage. His aura grew rapidly as he stood; however, before he could do something stupid, Brahman who was seating next to him placed his hand on his shoulder and pushed him back into his seat. The God King of the 4th Heaven pushed down so strongly that Sango’s aura was deflated like a popped balloon. With cold eyes he stared at Sango and said,“Atlas is right. Do
"Grab that bastard!" There was commotion in the market square as a hooded figure jumped over a table filled with apples and sprinted towards the exit of the market square. The shout came from one of the guards who immediately proceeded to chase the figure. The running figure was seemed calm and composed as he continued to run towards the exit that had been blockaded and was chock-full of guards. The guard who shouted for his arrest was the captain of the royal guards. An elite wielder with mastery over the earth element and with a strength 'glow'.Wielders were individuals who had awakened their bloodlines and had gained a certain amount of control over an element. The captain had awakened a rank nine bloodline, a superior rank bloodline. The bloodline he awakened was that of the dark lion, a legendary creature that caused earthquakes on a whim. The glow he inherited was a strengthening glow. A glow is an ability that is obtained upon awakening one's bloodline
Mane was currently on the second level of the school library. It had been a week since he was admitted. Classes were great and studies were fine. Since all the first years were mostly six year olds, the first three years of school was aimed at increasing their intelligence. Actual combat training and fieldwork would begin in their 4th year.Mane was reading a book on Basic Strategies for Beginners. However he was not alone. Two 6 year olds sat across Mane's table. These six year olds were Mane's roommates. They shared the same looks and were identical twins. They were talking about the hottest topic in the kingdom- the death of Baron Coal. "It's a surprise that the Baron was killed. I mean with his intelligence and protection from the king, how could this happen", one of the six year olds stated while brushing his brown hair away from his face.Mane looked at the boy who asked the question- John- as one would a dim-witted person.
Mane looked at the towering mountains before him and felt strangely at peace. He walked forward and sat upon a chair-shaped rock which oddly enough, was placed before the 5th mountain. He sat there for about 5 minutes listening to their whispers. He did not understand the language they spoke but he could make out some common words- Sam, hunter, gods, emperor, the eternal, asteroth and ushaki. He had no idea how he could understand those words so he reckoned that they wanted him to hear just that. Mane was a patient boy. He waited until the voices died down before he spoke. "I want to ask a question". For about 30 seconds there was no reply but Mane knew they heard and understood him so he did not speak out again. "Hehe, he wants to ask a question", spoke the voice from the 6th mountain. "Should we allow him", spoke the voice from the 9th mountain. "He should be allowed. For he is us and we are him", this time it was the voice from the 3rd mountain that spoke. Mane looked at the moun
Are there any questions?" Mr. Aikens had just concluded the lecture for the day- Glows and their benefits- and had proclaimed himself available to answer any question. Mr. Aikens, though not the best teacher of the academy, was certainly one of the best the academy could offer.Like every good teacher out there, he wanted to ensure that none of his students left his class with any doubt hidden in the depths of their minds. Mr. Aikens sighed in frustration when he recalled the difficulty of a person becoming a wielder.Every year group had several individuals awakening their bloodlines with the average number over the years being 100 out of the five hundred students accepted into the academy. Yet the number of wielders produced by the Neces branch was a pitiful average of twenty five.This was because though one out of five students could awaken their bloodlines, the difficulty of getting a technique suitable for th