In the beginning, there was only chaos. Nothing but masses randomly blending together, uncontrollably. This hectic period lasted for many centuries, until Mother Gaia, the first and only being, had put beauty into something that had only been chaos until then.
The Olympians and titans fought, in a bloody and extensive battle. This story had been told hundreds of times, the gods win and take domination over the world and everything it had to offer. It was a similar outcome to everyone that opposed them. Whoever had the most power was in the right, that's just how the world went round. And of course, the gods were always at the top of this hierarchy.
Despite the god's greed, and iron-fisted rule they were the ones that kept the world running round and supported the earth.
However, thousands of years later after the events of Olympus, it seemed as if the gods had just vanished.
The many races roaming the earth had the world to themselves, and peace was created amongst these races.
An ordinary society came along with this where titan's humans and every other race lived alongside 'harmoniously' and 'peacefully'.
Even with this supposed peace treaty the unwritten law still stood strong. The ones with the most power are in the right.
In this modern society, there is work, schools, supermarkets, and cinemas. The world is as peaceful as it can be. However no matter how beautiful the flower, eventually it withers.
"This is for sure the beginning to the story of everything, of all existence. But every story with a beginning surely has an end right?"
*Thud!*
His lifeless brick of a body collapses to the ground, as his body heat rapidly flees this swiftly turning corpse. "what...." "Ahrggh!" "Fuck it hurts, It hurts, it hurts." "Help someone...."
The emotion on his face gradually fades as his ice-cold body begins to yield, accepting its fate, as well as its peace. Yet he himself refused. Even if it was only his eyelids that remained under his command, he refused. Clutching onto what little life force he had left, he pried them open. Yet all that remained in front of him was a fuzzy greyish blur.
His body laid motionless on the ground. It was rough, ragged, and as cold as ice. However, he couldn't feel it. The impact of the fall had been so powerful it managed to make his head burst open, consequentially sending a jet of blood spraying all over the room coating him in a thick red gore, however, he couldn't feel it. A cold breeze rushed in sweeping over his face, and biting at his skin, enough to cover your entire body in Goosebumps. However, he couldn't feel it.
All this was incomparable to the pain earlier sustained, so un-comprehendible, so un-bearable his nerves had practically given up on him.
His left-hand subconsciously clutching onto his chest in a desperate yet futile attempt to suppress the blood gushing out of him, by shoveling it back inside himself.
And of course, to no avail, he had completely lost his sense of place, time, and thought. Deep down he knew his death was inevitable but wanted to clutch, hold onto his life, for everything it was worth. How can he just accept this?
-it can't end like this- he thought to himself -my life has to be worth something more than this- he thought to himself -it hurts- he thought to himself.
It didn't take long before his whole body was drenched in a pool of blood.
Despite the spiking feeling of his throat grinding against itself, he managed to let out a croaky plea
"Help me..."
Even though he called out seeking and praying for salvation it was quite evident no one could answer his cries, yet he continued.
Using the entirety of the little energy he had mustered up, left within his body: Accumulating the last of his strength, the last of his desire, the last of his hope, he called with all his might. "I don't want to die!" Yet alas, once again... it was useless.
He wanted to scream, shout, kick his feet anything to fight back but to no avail. Partly because his mouth was overflowing with blood, clogging up his throat, and partly because he had not the strength, he ended up only letting out a small whimper that no one not even himself could hear.
"Help... Me..."
"Hey, Boy." "Tell me do you wish to live?"