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The city was on fire.
Scarlet flames could be seen from miles away. Pipes sung a war cry as they burst, creating larger a larger inferno, one that hungered for fuel.
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The city on fire, and nobody could stop it. People struggled to escape from taller structures. Their screams were muffled by rushing winds - others scrambled to outskirts of the city, leaving past lives, possessions and family behind. Those who were split up were lost and left to turn to ash. The night sky was hidden by thick smoke, and moonlight was weak against the red glare of the burning city. People breathed in cinders and coughed out blood.
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A child cries, tears evaporated by the astounding heat, picked up out of the rubble; olive skin littered with cuts and bruises. The man - The Messenger, Hermes, held the baby close, muttering soothing words and blessings of divinity into his ears.
And floating above, far above them, stood proudly was the land of the gods. Greek and Roman buildings stood out against the harsh grey of modern technology, buzzing and droning,far too new for its time. In a large throne room, one for the divine, They stood watching and in that moment Ares, god of war, smiled, cruel and unforgiving.
A new champion had been chosen, a champion of the gods.
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Perseus.