Greetings, dear reader. My name is Mars and I was the God of War. I do not know who has survived the Wars of Calamity nor do I dare to venture out to find out. The very fact of the matter is that I have no idea who I will be writing this to. For the future or for the past or for a time that I will never be able to witness, or perhaps my efforts will be futile and these records will simply crumble to dust in due time. I pray that is not the case.
The Nine Muses would faint if they knew what I was trying to do but I truly think there is no one else left out there to do what must be done. Under my care, I have a boy who will be part of a future generation who will have never experienced a time before the Fall. Our knowledge in some way must be passed down to these children. They must learn from us. They must never make the same mistakes we committed. I cannot allow the past to repeat itself again.
I wish to be a scribe. A witness to how the great reign of the Immortals came to an end, how the strongest of all the factions: the Greek Pantheon experienced the Fall and how the Wars of Calamity shifted the balance of power forever.
Alas, I am getting a bit ahead of myself. To examine all of this, let us focus first on the greatest factor in all of these events, the catalyst of it all. Humanity. There are many different stories that allowed humans to gain their independence from the Gods that we can delve into but I shall be focusing on the three most significant of them all.
This is a documentation of the First Case For Humanity's Independence. Like most of the other Cases following this one, it takes place during a Game of Kingdoms between two notable immortals. Hundreds of gods came in person to witness this match of wits and the energy was electric. I remember being in the arena and watching on with great interest, like the rest.
At this time, the Game of Kingdoms had only just started gaining popularity. Immortals had never found lower beings very entertaining, simply seeing them as creatures that existed beneath their feet. The creation of this game was probably a good reason why humanity ever gained independence in the first place. It let them see through the eyes of a mortal, gain a new perspective they'd never experienced before.
Like the name suggests, two immortals fought over control of a world by controlling its kingdoms. Winning control over a world would bring much power through the worship of their inhabitants. The more worlds they conquered, the more powerful they became. However, they themselves could not battle for it but instead allow mortal beings to fight in their place. Grant them powers, lead their way, influence the tides of war but never directly interfering.
On one side was Eos, the Goddess of Dawn. She was an rising figure in the Greek Pantheon of the Sun Faction. If not for this event, she would have continued to grow to become one of the most influential immortals of her pantheon.
She was resourceful and crafty, always underestimated due to the warmth she gave off. Combined with the ambition for power, she was someone to be wary of. Eos had been sharp enough to predict that the Game of Kingdoms would soon grow to become something huge. She capitalized on it, preventing the opportunity to slip by her.
She soon became one of the most skilled players in the Game of Kingdoms. If not for this Game of Kingdoms, she would have just become a minor god. She didn't have true raw magical power. Trust me when I say, in the Greek Pantheon, power was what mattered above all else. As the God of War, I have brought down many foes who were smarter than I. But that did not matter for strength reigned supreme above all in that society. There was a reason why I never liked the Game of Kingdoms much, it took a lot of intelligence that Eos definitely had and I did not.
To make a long story short, Eos was destined to become someone who didn't matter. She could change that with the Game of Kingdoms. Her future was riding on these Games. This one more so than others she had taken part in.
Why this one in particular? Because her opponent was a God of the olden times. Someone who existed before the Pantheons were created. A Primordial. She was the Goddess of the Night, the mother of the Fates themselves. It was no surprise that everyone wanted to see this match. Was she doing it for fun? Did she have an ulterior motive? See, the Gods borne after the Age of Titans used worship to grow stronger. The Gods before them? They were beings of existence. They were the foundations of the very universe we live in today. They did not need worship to overpower any immortal that dared go against them. So why was she participating in something like the Game of Kingdoms?
That was what everyone wanted to know.
This was why Eos had even more reason to win this Game of Kingdoms. She had to prove that she could not be bested by the Primordial. If she was able to overcome this, she would be able to overcome anything in her path. This was it. This would make or break her career in the pantheon.
I would admit if it had gone her way, she would have ended up having the same standing as the other personifications of the Sun. Names like Apollo, Hyperion and Helios. Her name would have gone down in history alongside those immortals. But that never happened. The only reason why she's remembered by so many is because of this very event.
See, dear reader, this story's main character is neither of the two immortals.
This is the story about a human boy.
This is the story of Aramis Morricone, the King who proved that humans could grow beyond what Gods once thought capable. He is Humanity's Proof that they were capable of wielding power akin to an immortal's and that their true potential knew no bounds.
So read on and explore the happening of the boy who would become the Greatest King in all of human history.