In different parts of the World of Oly, a hundred lightning bolts suddenly appeared, lightning bolts bringing with them a new era.
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Near the area where one of those rays fell, there was a great city built on an island in the middle of a lake, that city was one of the most important in the region, and, on a mountain that was in the middle of the city, the Castle of War was located, named after the God that the people of this city pray every morning.
"It can't be… not now, please, not now." - Said a handsome man, with long blond hair, dressed in elegant white clothes with gold details, and in his right hand he had a red glove with a crimson jewel in the middle of it that shone.
He was in a room that was at the top of the War Castle, it was his bedroom, and when he saw the lightning strike from his balcony in the distance, he was surprised and frightened, it was something he did not think he would see in his life, so he quickly headed for a room a few floors below.
"Father?" - on the way, he would meet his young daughter.
"Dalia." - A beautiful young woman with beautiful long pink hair, who wore a simple but valuable white dress, and with her pink eyes, she looked at her father worried, she had never seen him like this, so nervous and in a hurry. - "I'm sorry daughter, I need to go talk to your grandfather immediately."
"But father, you yourself said that we should let Grandpa rest, that no one, not even you, should bother him."
"I know daughter, but this ... is an emergency." - Said the man who quickly went back on his way, quickly disappearing from there.
"Father?" - The young woman was worried about her father, she did not know what kind of emergency could leave him like this, after all, her father was not just any man, and he was also someone who had seen and faced too many things in his life.
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In a luxurious room, an old man was resting in a rocking chair, when suddenly, Dalia's father appeared.
"Father!" – said the handsome man.
"..."
"Father ... I ... I'm sorry, but I need your help." - Said the man who knelt in front of the old man with gray hair who then opened his gray eyes.
"What's wrong Albert?" Asked the old man in a slight voice.
"Father ... the day has come."
"Day? What day?" – ask the old man.
"What you told me the first day I became the Great Lord of Ambrosia, what you told me that night, do you remember?"
"I ..." - the old man whose old blond hair was now graying tried to remember. - "Ah, I see ... the Age of Chaos has finally begun."
"Yes, I have seen a golden colored lightning strike… a lightning that was… divine…"
The old man looked at his son and closed his eyes again.
"Father…"
"So, the Chosen have finally come to our world."
Albert was silent, waiting to see what else his father would say, who was still rocking with the chair.
"Albert, as you well know, the information about the Age of Chaos has been passed from Great Lord to Great Lord, from father to son, I told you, my father told me and my grandfather told to my father, and so on. " - said the old man. - "From the era in which the gods walked among us, we were told that, in the moment of greatest need, a hundred people would come to our world, a hundred ... Chosen."
"..."
"One Hundred Chosen by the Gods to rule us all." - The old man opens again his eyes and then looked at an old painting where he was portrayed next to a woman and two small children, one of those children was Albert. - "Yes, the Gods said that the Chosen Ones, they would be the ones to lead us to a new Golden Age of Prosperity, an era in which our enemies cease to exist, where City-States are left behind while nations flourish again."
"Yes, but ... with it a great cost must come first."
"War."
"Not just war, but death and chaos everywhere, shit… sorry father ... I didn't think it would be my turn to have to deal with this, I don't know if I'm ready to deal for what it comes, I'm worry about my family, about the future."
"You must be ready and strong, you are now the Great Lord of the City-State of Ambrosia, Lord and Ruler of Great Ambrosia, one of the Twelve Great Lords of the Continent, and it is your duty to protect Ambrosia from the destruction that is coming."
"But how?"
"It depends." - Said the man looking into his son's blue eyes. - "There will be many Great Lords who will not accept the arrival and presence of the Chosen, they will not let them obtain the power and glory of which they have tried to achieve for years, it is very possible that many Great Lords will fight against the Chosen."
"Then, the Chosen will have no chance, all the Great Lords have armies, no Chosen will be able to survive even against an army, right?"
"I don't know, but, just as there will be Great Lords who will reject them, there will be others who will accept and help them, which could cause wars to begin to take place throughout the continent, wars with the magnitude that have not been seen since the Age of Perdition. "
"No, that can't be true… if that happens, all the continent, all the world will again be consumed by war, by chaos… by fire and dead…" – said Albert who was beginning to be affair about what was to come in the future.
"And that's just between the Great Lords and the Chosen, now imagine if our enemies come out of hiding and enter the fray ... total chaos."
Albert knew his father was right, the Age of Chaos had arrived, and soon, battles and wars would begin.
"I must send Dalia and Alex to the Sacred City of Altar; I cannot leave them here."
"Right you are, in the beginning, there is no safer place than the sacred cities, I don't think any Great Lord would dare to attack a sacred city, especially a Sacred City of the God of War."
"Yes." – said Albert. – "I must prepare everything for them to go, maybe I should send General Timothy with them."
"…"
"Even so, the Sacred City of Altar is a bit far away, and I don't know if any of my enemies want to take advantage of the situation to attack ... also, I must gather my army and prepare the defenses of the city."
"And Great Ambrosia?"
"I don't know, the Alliance of Great Ambrosia is useful, in peacetime my army was capable of covering and defending Great Ambrosia well, but with this new era that is coming ... we could be attacked by anyone." – said Albert. – "I can't let my army to be separated and try to protect every town and the other cities-state of Great Ambrosia."
"Hm, yes you shouldn't let you army separated." – said the old man. – "If I remember correctly, the most powerful City-States near Greater Ambrosia are the Millennium City-State and the Esmeralda City-State… How about our relations with them?"
"As you well know, since my grandfather's time we have had nothing but trouble with Millennium, and regarding the City-State of Esmeralda, they are more powerful than us, but not even the Great Lord Phoenix would dare to attack us with his army, it would need trusted allies, after all, in the north of Esmeralda is the Alliance of the Great Human Force commanded by the City-State of Ares, the City-State of Midgard and the City-State of Lagos. "
"Esmeralda and Ares ... heavyweights, especially Ares."
"Yes, because of that, I don't care much that Phoenix dares to attack us ..."
"Well, think well what you are going to do Albert." - said the old man. - "Now go, I need to rest."
"Father, I need you."
"Ha, Albert, you are already the Great Lord of Ambrosia, a 78-year-old man, you can take care of yourself now, and it is your duty, not mine, to protect Ambrosia and its people."
"..." - Albert said nothing, only bowed as a sign of respect to his father, and left the room, slowly returning to his office, all the servants and guards who saw him noticed depression and stress on his face.
Meanwhile, the old man, just look for a few second the old painting, just to sigh and closed again his eyes.