Lost in Time

    "Listen, Zeus," The oracle of Gaia spoke as she stood in front of the high throne in front of her. "Metis will birth twins," Her voice spoke cheerfully, Zeus's eyes shone with pride at the news, but the oracle's facial expression changed to a more serious one, with a glint of amusement in her eyes that gave Zeus an uneasy feeling. Slowly, she glided her feet towards the throne and allowed her bright eyes to meet with Zeus's. The oracles thin lips stretched into a smile before she opened her mouth to speak her prophecy pridefully. "Metis will birth a girl that will possess your strength and her wisdom, and the other child, a boy, will grow to be stronger than you, sucking away your power and essence. He will be far superior to his sister," Zeus's eyes blazed with unleashed rage as he glared at the oracle. "There will no such child born," Zeus bellowed as he quickly rose from his throne, his bulky figure towering over the oracle as she stood there, watching as the king of gods lost control, just as she had expected. Zeus rushed out of his throne room and made his way across Olympus to find Metis walking in a garden, surrounded by nymphs, gently combing her brown locks of hair. Her beauty was bewitching, and it took Zeus everything he had to turn to her. An apologetic expression briefly passed through his eyes as he lifted his hand and turned Metis into a drop of water before she could even utter a word. The nymphs that had been brushing Metis's hair all cried in horror as Zeus caught the drop of water into his palm, right before looking at it and muttering out an apology. Closing his eyes, Zeus swallowed the droplet of water that was once his wife. "Lady Metis!" The nymphs cried in terror, watching as the king of gods stood proudly after swallowing his wife. With this one action, fate sprung into motion. Unknown to Zeus, Metis already carried both children in her womb and had known the prophecy, giving her a step before Zeus. It was only a matter of time before both would be born—one acting as a peacemaker, the other causing another great war. _______________________ "Come on, Akadar!" A young brunette girl cheerfully shouted as she raced through the vast wheat fields. The golden plants brushed her smooth skin. Her bright green eyes glimmered brightly in the sun as a man's laughter rang from behind her. "Amelia, slow down!" He shouted. A burst of laughter filled her lungs as she kept running. "Oh c'mon, move faster!" Akadar eyes lifted towards the blue sky, as an uneasy feeling tugged at his guts as he slowly moved his eyes across the sky. It was clear. "Akadar!" A sigh of desperation left Amelia's lips as she turned to look at him. One glance at him and she could feel his uneasiness. "What's wrong?" Amelia's question met with silence. Akadar bit his lip and looked at his friend. "Nothing, let's go," Amelia looked at him. He was a very build guy. Working in the fields gave him Apollo's image, but he seemed to have been blessed by the goddess Aphrodite herself. Akadar looked like a god, handsome. He could turn girls into a swooning pond with one smile, despite that Amelia admired his loyalty. If she had to compare, Akadar was like the Greek gods. "Let's head to the village," Akadar smiled and nodded. The walk was peaceful until they entered the village. A large festival was happening for Ares, the god of war. Akadar looked around, as many men have returned wounded, and many more dead. A fight had started, only to please Ares's bloodlust. "Oh gods," Amelia whispered in horror. Akadar grunted and glanced over to the General. His helmet was all dented, with blood splattered over his face and armor. A look of realization crossed through Akadar's gaze. "Father," Akadar muttered, as he almost skipped towards his father. The silver sword his father used was beyond repair, with its two pieces laid on the ground, as its once sharp edges were destroyed and now covered in dry blood. The sword had taken innocent blood to satisfy Ares. A shred of hate sparked into Akadar's heart, only adding to the growing flame. "Damn the war god," Akadar swore, glaring at the sky. "Son, I've thought you better than that," Akadar rolled his eyes. "I only speak the truth, father, look around you, innocent men killed for no valid reason. Thanatos and Hades will have lots of work," The last bit came out as a low mutter, as Akadar's father looks at him in disapproval. "My son, I've told you never to mention the god of the underworld." Akadar gives another eye-roll as he glances towards Amelia. She was with her father, and he too was dragged to the war. Thankfully he had returned, but not in on piece. Amelia tightly hugged her father, and he gave a hug back, with his only arm wrapped around her back. "Thanks to Ares's godly interference, we returned home," Akadar overheard Barak speak to Amelia. Amelia only sobbed as she held onto her father more, as Akadar sighed and watched from a distance. Barak was not fond of him. He thought of Akadar as a coward, and Akadar was aware of this. Everyone in the village preferred to stay away; fathers warned their daughters of Akadar. He was different from the rest, and that word wasn't right to describe him. No one wanted a son-in-law that disapproved of their gods, much less if he was looked upon as a coward by one of their leading generals. "My son, let's go. We must sacrifice to Ares. His father gestured to a wooden cage. As he looked, inside was a girl with brown eyes that seemed to spill honeydew. Her lips were rosy red, and she had a fine outline jaw with a waterfall of brunette hair covering her exposed chest, as she boasted her slim and curved body. She stood proudly, unashamed of her figure. She was enough to rival a goddess. Any man would be charmed by her looks, but Akadar was unfazed. He knew who that woman was. He sucked on his teeth and looked at his father. "You took the princess?" Akadar's father let out a heartily laugh and gave his son a big pat on the back. "My son, this was war, and she is a prisoner of war. It's that simple." Akadar looked at the princess with an apologetic gaze, only to earn a glare in return. Akadar took a step back, surprised by her response towards noticing him. He felt an impídete sense of attraction towards the princess. He cast his gaze towards Barak. The General was busy being praised for capturing the princess. Akadar rolled his eyes and made his way over to a large wooden barn, customarily used to house cattle. This time it was empty, and inside was only the waste left behind by the bulls. His job was to clean the barn. "Praise the gods, my a*s," He muttered. He was looking at the moody floor covered with cow dong. All of it would end up as fertilizer for the crops. Akadar sighed softly and quietly while heading towards the right side to grab his tools. "Hey!" The familiar voice's sound sent an annoyed sigh to pass through Akadars lips as he turned to look at Alexander. Alexander was his best pal, and they grew up together. Unlike him. Alexander was a hero in the village. The mighty warrior, Alexander. "Hey, hero boy," Alexander laughed and shook his head while he walked towards Akadar, who was busy dusting his armor with a wet cloth, His armor smeared with blood, like everyone else. "You're funny, but I know you can bet me any time of the day," Akadar rolled his eyes, something he's been doing a lot today. He gripped his shovel and shrugged while sticking the shovel in the ground. "It does not matter, this village dislikes me, and you're the hero here," Alexander stated as he frowned and grabbed a rake that was near a stool. A serious look crossed his handsome features as he quickly jabbed the wooden stick towards the unsuspecting Akadar. Like lighting, Akadar arm shot forward, blocking the jab without even looking. A large smirk crossed Alexander's face as he sent a strike towards his friend. Once again, Akadar blocked, still having his gaze focused on the ground. Alexander quickly pulled the rake back and then sent a strike towards Akadar's feet, only for Akadar to block with his shovel. The wood clashing with the metal part of the shovel caused a low 'thud' sound to ring in the old barn. Now both stared at one another, challenging each other before cracking a smile, right until both of them started bursting into laughter. "I knew you had it in you to be a warrior, come on join the next conquest with me!" Alexander laughed, patting his friend on the back, and gleefully shoving the wooden rake into Akadar's hand. "Beats cleaning this smelly barn!" Silence soon fell upon, as Alexander's words sunk into Akadar's thoughts. "No, I don't like to mess with the innocent." Akadar pushed Alexander and walked past him without a glance. Alexander watched as Akadar left the barn and dispersed from sight. "May Ares' forgive you, my friend."