Legend of a Hero

Chapter 3

A/N - next few chapters will be about what Perseus did during that large time skip

Third Person POV

Troy, the land of the strong, at least the people there thought it was until the Greeks burned the entire city to the ground in one night.

A little bird with a cream colored chest was flying up above the clouds, soaring through the sky with it's wings out. The strong wind ruffled it's feathers.

The sky was clear, there weren't many clouds out, the sun was blazing.

The earth was barren below, not a single blade of grass or a tree could be seen.

However if one were to look more closely at the ruins of Troy, many carcasses were littering the ground, the ground had absorbed so much blood that it was a deep red. Limbs covered the area, the smell was sickening, crows and vultures were starting to eat off the bones of the fallen warriors.

The gods angry that the Myrmidons wrecked havoc upon their temples had cursed every single Greek returning back to their homes from Troy. Most did not get past the sea god's wrath, their ships were attacked with strong storms and now all but one laid at the bottom of the sea.

The god's temper had no effect on Perseus anymore, the young man was immune to their destructive and selfish ways, cutting himself off from the gods was the only bit of happiness he could have in this cruel world that fates had given him.

All Perseus could do now was sail towards whatever was out there, he had all the time in the world. He walked towards the front hull of the ship and gazed out towards the bright vast blue ocean that sparkled underneath the midday sun. It was truly a beautiful sight to see.

Ω

71 BC

Perseus was truly the best warrior to have ever walked the Earth besides his master Achilles. But there was also another man that had caught his interest over the years. He had watched from the shadows as the young gladiator named Spartacus made a name for himself in the arenas in Rome.

In the next few years Spartacus and his fellow gladiators strategized a m******e, Lentulus Batiatus and all of the invited guests had been slaughtered by Spartacus and the gladiators.

Escaping Capua was the easy part, fighting the Roman army which consisted of over 120,000 well trained, and well armed soldiers was the hard part.

The gladiator band had taken refuge on the side of Mount Vesuvius, led by Spartacus with his second in commands, Crixus, Castus, Gannicus and Oenomaus.

Spartacus and his men were soon joined by large numbers of slaves. Perseus again watched as they trained the slaves in the ways of a gladiator, molding them into decent soldiers.

Spartacus was soon at the head of a formidable army. The previous wars that had taken place had corrupted Italy, and many were taken into slave camps but however Spartacus attacked the said slave camp and was ultimately given an endless supply of slave soldiers.

The runaway slaves included old people, women and children who camped with the gladiators in the crater of Mount Vesuvius. Each were given specific jobs, the women would cook food for the entire army, whilst the children were taught how to fight early on. The elderly were cared for until the inevitable death.

The gladiators plundered and pillaged any village nearby for weapons and food and would eventually take over an entire Roman city and claim it as their own.

This was where Perseus stepped in.

Perseus knew Marcus Crassus would eventually outnumber the rebel army and defeat Spartacus, so he bid his time. He wouldn't let another greedy man kill men who were only wanting their freedom.

Perseus watched on as Crassus attempted to trap Spartacus and his slave army by building a ditch and a wall, stretching on for miles and miles. The man's plan was simple, it was a basic strategy used to blockade the enemy's supplies.

Perseus chuckled, Crassus was a fool if he thought that could stop Spartacus and his men and eventually Spartacus found a way around it and won yet another battle.

But even Perseus knew the gladiator's luck was running out. His time would come eventually and he would be there to help.

The two opposing sides would go on to meet and tens and thousands of men would die. Bodies littered the floor, it was a deja vu moment for Perseus as he was reminded of the destruction of Troy once again.

And once again his thoughts drifted to his master.

Perseus had always remembered Achilles' teachings and kept them to heart, he was the one who'd pick Perseus up if he ever fell down, he was the one who had never left his side since the very first day, and he was the one who never gave up on him, despite all this Perseus could not save him and that was his only regret in his life.

His thoughts went back to the good ole days when it was just him and Achilles.

*Flashback*

"Ah yes, it's a good day out isn't Perseus.." A tall muscular blond man stared out from inside of his large tent, Perseus was seated down on the makeshift bed at the far end of the tent. "Today's the day, isn't it, I can just feel it." He chuckled, but it was a plain and dry one without any humor.

A little messenger boy raised the tent flap and walked in nervously, "Sir.. King Agamemnon has requested your presence." The boy was no older than around 10 or 11 and he shuffled his feet nervously in front of the greatest warrior to ever live.

"Oh has he now? I would be surprised if he hadn't." He chuckled again and nodded his head towards Perseus, "Let's go, wouldn't want to keep the dog waiting."

Perseus and his master got their armor and weapons ready, Perseus mounted his horse and waited for Achilles to do so as well.

"The man Agamemnon wishes for you to fight.. He's the biggest man I've ever seen, I wouldn't want to fight him."

Achilles grabbed his helmet and put it on, and looked at the boy who had just spoken his mind, "And that is why no one will remember your name."

With that the greatest warrior in all of ancient Greece had taken his first step to his death, Perseus did not know that this was also the first step towards his misery for years to come.

*Flashback end*

Perseus smiled, it was one of the many favorite memories he had of his master.

Here was his chance to help make things right, the Gods were merciless and only cared about themselves.

He would defy the gods and carve a path out only for him.

Perseus did not know at that moment but he had just taken his first step towards a better world.

Ω

Spartacus would eventually catch the runaway Roman senator Crassus on top of a hill overlooking the entire battleground, and would have killed him if it weren't for his men, but his luck had run out. Spartacus was on his knees with a spear sticking out from his back, he coughed up an enormous amount of blood and still managed to stand up on his feet, the man's pride would not let him die just yet.

A tendril of water erupted from beneath the earth and a figure stepped out wearing a black cloak that covered his face, the only visible feature were the bright green eyes that peered from underneath the hood.

Spartacus stood amazed, the man in front of was swift and precise, and soon enough Crassus' men were all dead at his feet and it was just the three of them left.

Crassus stood and ran, the rest of men coming up to protect their leader. Crassus did not look back, his fear wouldn't let him.

Spartacus' gladiators and the rest of the slaves were either dead or in the process of being crucified.

Spartacus died moments later, he had died as a free man and with a smile on his face as he would soon meet his beloved wife in the Underworld.

In the years to come Spartacus would be listed in the history books as the rebel leader for the gladiators and would be considered a hero for what he fought for, his body was never found and was declared missing.

But Perseus had other plans.

He lifted his hood up and looked down at the dead body of Spartacus, he raised his palm and rested it on the chest of Spartacus' body and water formed out of the vapor in the air and washed away the dirty, bloody body of the man. Water surrounded his body and healed his wound, the man was still however dead but in the world of Greek mythology there was always a way to revive the dead.

Perseus snapped his figures and the water covered body sank deep into the Earth, never to be seen again until the time was right.

Ω

May 29, 1453

"I agree, if we divide our forces then we will be able to invade Constantinople and take what is truly ours!" Perseus stated, he was the right hand man of Mehmed the Conqueror. Perseus was dressed in the formal garb of the Ottoman Empire.

The sultan nodded, he could see the logic in Perseus' thinking but the battle would be costly. "Prepare the army, we attack tonight."

53 days was all it took, it was all but a blink of an eye to an immortal like Perseus. The siege ended with the victory of the Ottoman Empire. The conquest of Constantinople marked the end of the Roman Empire, an imperial, greedy state that had lasted for nearly 1,500 years, which should not have lasted long if Perseus had his way but the Gods had heavily influenced the Romans.

The Ottoman conquest of Constantinople also dealt a massive blow to Christianity. Perseus thought it was rather funny that many mortals now considered themselves a part of a religion that believed there to be only one god.

The Ottomans wouldn't have been able to do what they did if it weren't for the help of Perseus. It was he who whispered in Mehmed's ear to build a second Ottoman fortress to improve their armies. It was he who advised the Sultan to divide their forces so Thomas and Demetrios wouldn't be able to assist their brother when they invaded Constantinople. It was he who trained the army to ruthless and merciless. It was Perseus who with his powers of the ocean destroyed their fleets and with his earthshaker powers managed to create an earthquake just strong enough to topple down any wall the Roman army had built. It was Perseus who led the Ottomans to victory that night.

However Perseus just like last time manipulated the mist so that the mortals believed it was all their Sultan who coordinated and did everything, it was his way of ensuring that he stayed in the shadows.

He didn't want history remembering his name. He didn't think he deserved it.

Unknown Location - Present Time

Three figures walked into a dimly lit cave from three different directions, and came to a stop in front of a large tube filled with light green liquid, floating in the middle of the tube was a small humanoid shape. The leader lifted his hand and grabbed the syringe off the small table off to his left, the syringe was filled with a dark grey liquid, and he proceeded to empty the contents into the IV.

The liquid traveled down the small IV tube and mixed in with the light green liquid that was already in tube, the humanoid shape got larger and more defined.

"Our experiment has taken in all the dna samples that we have collected from our failed subjects, it is only a matter of time before our god shall rise."

The three men disappeared without a trace.

A/N - tune in for more, sorry for the short chapter