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Τιτανομαχία
(The world before time, The Titan War)
Death is not the greatest loss in life.
The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.
Eurybia has lost her love, her life is naturally the next to go. The war is lost, her husband is dead, her children are gone...and now she has nothing more to do but wear the armor she pulled off his corpse and ride into the battle herself. She intends on destroying everything she touches and makes the Olympian bastards pay for what they’ve done. Before she departs, however; she plants a seed. The blood of her husband Krios, trapped eternally in the amulet that held his promises.
She calls to her mother. “Gaia, bear me this boy,” screams fill the air outside Eurybia’s home as she prays to the ground, “give him a heart to love and care for him always. Stand by him and show him the world when he is needed.” She kisses the amulet before burying it with haste.
The door to her garden bursts open and within moments, the world is silent. The earth shakes with agony as the blood of her beloved child seeps into her, watering the amulet that now holds the last pieces of Krios and Eurybia, Master of the Stars and Mistress of the Seas.
Ilsan Daily, Archives.
Sept. 15th, 1994
TOURISTS FIND 3 DAY OLD BABY IN THE LOST MOORS!
December 4th, 1994
COUPLE TO ADOPT THE MYSTERIOUS PURPLE EYED BABY!
October 13th, 1996
ILSAN’S FIRST HERO!? BABY CAN READ ANCIENT GREEK!
March 9th, 2012
ILSAN’S “SHADOW” GRADUATES TOP OF CLASS AT UITA!
February 18th, 2013
SHADOW ASSIGNED AS WHITE FLAME SIDEKICK!
June 12, 2013
BARON COMMITS 4th SERIAL ROBBERY!
September 12th, 2015
SHADOW EXPOSES WHITE FLAME! FIRST 22-YEAR-OLD SOLO HERO?
April 29th, 2011.
The Unusual Individual Training Academy had deemed Namjoon a little too “advanced” for gear or a super suit or anything even borderline cool. At first, he was miffed and maybe a little bit jealous. Hoseok had his staff and Yoongi had armor.
On Gear Day in his 4th year of school, Namjoon had gotten a fucking cape.
“It’s a cloak, Joon-ah. It deflects bullets!” his teacher had supplied hopefully.
“I can already do that, sunbaenim…”
“It can make you fly! Isn’t that cool?”
Namjoon scratched the back of his head, not quite sure how to let the poor man down gently. Luckily, his best friend was not one to mince words and quickly interrupted the awkward conversation.
“He can already do that, idiot, YOU were our flight instructor,” Yoongi muttered.
They ended up in detention for the rest of the semester for that one.
Namjoon had to keep the cape.
July 11th, 2016
“I like the way it looks on you.” the sleepy voice mumbled.
“Of course you do. You’re biased.” Namjoon chuckled, but he understood where his grandmother was coming from. The cloak looked damn cool.
Today was one of the rare days that Namjoon wanted to fly around to patrol instead of staring at his computer, and so far, he was loving it. There had only been one minor assault this afternoon that his day-time counterpart, “Morning Star”, had wrapped up in less than an hour, which meant that tonight would be quiet.
“I wouldn’t count on that too much.”
“Fuck.”
“Hyung! Let’s go! I see him coming.”
“Mmmm,” Jin mumbles back distractedly. The bomb had totally ruined the ends of his hair.
“What the hell are you doing?”
He hastily attaches the pin to the younger boy, “Waiting for him. Your shift starts at 8 a.m. See ya, Kook!”
In a minute, both Jungkook and the priceless painting slowly teleport out of the building. Jin takes a calming breath.
Tonight is the night he faces the identity he inherited from his uncle.
Tonight, the shroud is his.
Tonight, he will see the hero who will undoubtedly turn into his enemy.
Shadow lands a few feet away from him, he rises from the from ashes that surround him like a phoenix, all righteous anger and authority.
Jin is impressed.
“Props for showmanship.” He says.
Wait.
“Is that a fucking cape!?”
Shadow looks flustered. “Surrender the painting, Baron. The police are on the way.”
“Mmhmm, I’m sure, it’s suddenly also 1976.”
“It’s a cloak.”
He takes a few tentative steps closer to the super, “Yes, of course, my bad. A “cloak”. It must be 1938.”
The last of Shadow’s bravado crumbles under Jin’s merciless teasing, “You’re a criminal, not the fashion police.”
“I’m not a criminal. I’m a Baron,” he retorts, “You’re a supposed to be a hero, not a fashion terrorist.”
The man gasps and rears in mock offense, “Ah, you wound me. Maybe I should get to wound you too.” The door Jin’s faithful partner had blown off moments ago flies viciously towards him.
“Guess it’s true what they say about the corny one liners.” He says, dodging with ease, “Look, as much as I’m LOVING this casual banter, I think it’s time I go.”
Shadow flies swiftly to the gaping hole through which the team had entered, “I’ll escort you. The cell is waiting.” Jin cringes dramatically. Even the man’s velvety voice can’t better the terribly overused line.
“Is that what they teach at that fancy superschool? Garbage comedy???”
Shadow groans and begins pacing around the debris. He runs his hand through his silvery hair and mumbles something about spoiled wannabes. “Listen! Not everybody I fight is as chatty as you! What am I supposed to do, invite you to tea?”
Jin chuckles at the exasperated man, “You’re really something, huh?”
“...and then he just DISAPPEARED! Like, who does that!?” Namjoon collapses dramatically onto the bean bag in the teacher's lounge.
Jimin snorts into his coffee, “Was he really a Baron?”
“Why? Is that like a gang or something? The Barons?”
“Kind of,” Jimin responds, “They’re a group that migrated here a couple hundred years ago, just steal things and cause havoc. Thankfully only one or two active members at a time. They’re not killers...just assholes.”
Namjoon buries his face in his hands. He’s already done with this ordeal and it’s barely begun.
“Ain’t that the fucking truth.”