Garden of Muses

[Auriorusiana]

The nymphs and dryads frolic lavishly, bare feet freshly cleansed by the nearby stream that duets the music played by a child of Apollo nearby.

Changing form and shifting shape the nymphs send branches and roots coursing through their bodies, elemental mist and water flowing around their constructed tendrils of wood.

Some throttle fire and use air to bend it through their bodies, baking the earth and clay to form all back into their skin, or atleast the form they choose to be so.

Some sprout several wings of fire some wearing olive branch horns, others gills as they kiss under the roaring stream peacefully, some take on air and fire and embrace in the thermonuclear catalyst envied by the poor mortal cities below.

Apollo’s child is interrupted by what sounds like the coliseum cheering and romping, a cloud passing over dims the sun to allow all present to know the divine Su/on is not happy with his children being interrupted.

The crowd grows louder. The nymphs begin to cease their art and the air grows cold and still. Clouds deities begin to shiver sending off static electricity and the fire beings grow dim. The leaves among the head of the earth end are still and on end and the water spirits begin to sweat.


The cry is from Gaia, not just it’s inhabits, the mother of Us herself as Is. Elemental pillars breach the earth with waterfalls draining down them the size of niagra and roots wrap around it to secure it as it rises up towards the emanations. Fire shooting out vents in the side and magma solidifying the structure, entire islands sizes of earth thrown through the air and by the air to fit themselves into the arms.

On each pillar shooting higher than any manmade structure was a hero champion prince and soon to be queens. These towering cosmic arms of earth shook fear into the hekatonheires, each of them fiddling their thousands of arms together in nervousness of their mother.

The pillars all eventually coalesce, bridged together by earthen roots and stairs of magma and obsidian.

Here stands the 27, yet a few are missing, they beg the first inhabits of the garden of Apollo for assistance. Rushing towards the satyrs and children of Minotaur and convincing even the most aristocratic nymphs and their children for aid.

They explain the Earth and Olympus has seen a coup unlike any before, Themis had prophesied the day long before all of these new souls’ birth, yet her warning fell upon deaf ears, and it’s not in the business of a Titan and the second Oracle ever to cast pearls at swine.

A day would come where a child from the generation of Zeus and Apollo would come with more capabilities than either of his fathers, to revel Kronos, and to be respected by Ouranos. The child would lead a new movement with the sake of bridging the demigods mortals gods Titans and monsters, healing the world of all its woes, and bringing the new golden age, as a result of such good coming the world will undergo turmoil either at the direct hands of the coming child of the era or as a result of his met opposition.

This threatened the entire cosmos, and the day was always known to come and could be clearly seen by even a mortal that such disagreement in order would come.

Each hero who came with this message, brought with it a monster of old or had to be born in symmetry with evil. As the stars decreed their birth and for light to shine darkness must also compliment. Each hero born in time according to the machination of the stars, and this prophecy was known more than the child of the era to come, so all on earth concerned themselves with half of the prophecy of their children, as a result the children were attempted to be slaughtered and some were given refuge, all while the child of the era to lead the coup was forgotten, and his brothers and sisters and all his family was martyred for his birth without even either of their immediate knowledge

Such events are decreed by All Father said Themis, another part of the prophecy purposely removed as to continue idol worship from mortals and to purposely deny the Source.

The thing about prophecy and time is that All is connected, remove a piece of one prophecy you deny another’s full message. As a result of this many prophecies we’re only half relayed properly, experiencing rewriting according to any narrative that fit.

When Themis prophesied the coming Child to redefine what Mortal God Monster and Titan meant, she knew she could not simply tell many, she entrusted a demigod child of Apollo with the message, and after this demigod watched his Father in anger smite his unborn brother in the womb of Corona, he denied his father and pantheon, and thus begot the lie of the child not knowing it would come from his generation, and thus he began work on revenge against the Gods and pantheon not ever knowing his brother Asclepius lived, it was only many years after when the children of Asclepius found their uncle, and the rebellious son of the Sun realized he had spent his life fighting an enemy that was a machination of his own mind. He cursed the gods, and they heard his curse, and instead of anger or disgust at their child they understood, they felt responsibility and empathy, in that moment the pantheon was opened to the demigod now aged old, he repented then and there crying to his Father Apollo who still looked youthful but he a demigod aging weeped sounding the call of wrath and pain so deeply that a mortal could not bear the sound without being driven mad and that night of the Trojan war was especially bloody, even with Ares not present on Terra at the time.

The Pantheon took the demigod amongst them, and introduced them to the children of Asclepius, and he then disclosed his coup against the gods and how he had fortified an entire army of demigods mortals monsters and whoever felt his rage and passion against a Law and Order unfair and in need of revisal.

And the pantheon was silent, as they realized and remembered the Prophecy, the Fates appeared trembling babbling incoherently of the times to come frantically showing the crowd all the lines and angles of where we were heading, such an event wasn’t as significant since the Titanomachy or TYPHON, and of course the whole family held a stake in this, meaning a reunion was in order.

Themis looked on dispassionately at first knowing this would happen for intercepting her message, then Gaia whispered to her to have empathy, and that her role in this vast cosmos was a lot more important than once thought, although the great wars and triumph of the Gods and Titans were written in stone more than anything, Themis knowing logos and Sophia, knowing true peace, knew every way ir was disrupted, and thus came down holding the scales and sword, and all was silent.

Back to the garden, deities and demigod alike sit around a fire, hekate stood high in the sky, the air was cool, and the next day held more tension than Atlas.

[Auriorusiana]

The rebellion had begun. Not since the days of Prometheus constructing Man had so many towers of smoke seen over Gaia.

Three demigods looked upon the smoldering earth, the cries today faint but still roaring.

There was a princess of Athens appointed directly by her mother for her city. Along with keen wisdom and military strategy she could manipulate Earth, turning her arms into stone and reforming them, able to produce armor and weaponry made from stone metal and clay. She was decorated in jewels and metals, necklaces so fine they could not be constructed by mortal hands, wearing delicate rings constructed of glass and amethyst that flowed with Greek fire ready to be unleashed.

Scratching his head there was what could be mistaken as a mortal but was fully demigod perhaps more than most here. He knew not his godly family besides only that his tribe and city was entirely composed of demigods and through generations, abilities of different Gods mingled until each child was essentially born with a handful of random powers. He was still a boy and was orphaned amongst his tribe and city except for his surrogate mother, a vicar of Gaia and Astraea, who was also orphaned and knew not her family.

This boy was raised one foot in his Ancient Greek city and one foot in what we call now modern. See he was the tribes first ever actual dud, he had no abilities seemingly and since his true parents were unknown and was being raised by a demigod in the same situation he was ostracized and considered crippled, so one day as a child he was attempting to practice and draw out his abilities when a glowing wheel appeared turning and flaming in every direction even quite obviously beyond what his own eyes could perceive.

He was called in a mighty booming voice, yet he was alone, he began to step towards the spinning machination that resembled an astronomers calculator and just before he reached out his mother called in a panic from behind

When his mother saw the wheel portal she began hurling chunks of earth and trees at it to protect her son. She even began to actually restrain the wheels from turning and all of a sudden the wheels demanded silence and they both watched in awe as the trees around began to wilt and grow grow dead as if winter

The voice was none other than Kronos, and he was here for that child, yet being so moved by the boys mother and seeing her use the earth just as his own mother, Kronos allowed them both passage via the machine, in a torrent of swirling color light and streaming reality. They were at some sort of festival they did not recognize surrounded by alien clothes and people and men speaking a tongue unheard of.

The year was Woodstock 1969, yet they had no idea, and after a moment stunned by the events she grabbed her son and ran to take shelter away from the crowd to gain a grip on the situation. A smaller spinning wheel appeared to their left and glowing and a scroll fell out of it. Written directly by Kronos’ hand it explained that they were taken to a new time and country, as for the boy the find his powers which he certainly has, just latent.

In awe they both watched Woodstock as they took in the news, and also while someone down there was streaking on LSD. The boy saw the scene and was reminded of the Pythia and how the Oracles used to dance in bliss or just use it to be a junky and lie to his city.


Third standing was a grandson of Hades and Zeus. His mother being the daughter of Hades and Persephone, Father being the Son of Zeus and the daughter of Asclepius. And for whatever reason this boy simply glowed nearly always, and it reacts to his emotion. He sat down thinking heavily upon the scene, twirling and twisting lightning around his fingers the same way a child fidgets in school mindlessly.

Little did these three know they were about to be in this position a lot more than they expected