Hey folks! Decided I'd pop the prologue of this out several days in advance of Blood Born volume one ending. This is partially do to the desire of attempting to create a kind of hype for my second work, and the hints I'll drop about volume two in the author notes here later on. Also, credit for the idea behind this story go to piedpiper1, it isn't the Viking Saxon theme you wanted in your recommendation, and I am sorry for that. However it will be interesting, a mix of Roman, and Greek history, filled with legendary figures. It is not in itself historically accurate, a warning to all there, but will instead be how I want it to grow and change.

Without further suspense however, I welcome you to Olympus!

(PR credit goes to RogueMyst

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I was a happy guy, you know? I had landed a job I loved as a police dispatcher, and had plans to continue in that field as a cop., Eventually making it to homicide detective if my cards played out. My chief said I'd make a good one due to my sociopaths mind frame. Takes a psycho to catch a psycho, right?

Anyway, life was good. I'd finished my degree in criminal science, I had begun working out daily to get into shape for the academy, using my free time at work and home to lift weight. I had a few hobbies, I loved to write, and I loved to crotchet, it was very relaxing.

I had a girl I was sweet on. Bit of a wild child, but she did it mostly to hide her own fear and sweetness within. It was often painful to watch, I could do little to help her through her biggest issues aside from being there.

Anyway, getting off topic. A year went by with no issue. I'd made full time as a dispatch, proved myself to my chief and was sponsored into the academy by the P.D. I was literally on cloud nine.

Then life came crashing down on me with harsh reality. You see, I have an advanced and severe case of scoliosis. Working out helped deter this, and I felt I'd be fine as long as I was careful, but one of the courses was set in a wet environment. Nothing bad, but I did the wall climb; and my world changed for the worse.

I fell, yep, nothing grand about that. I fucking fell, and hit the ground hard enough it paralyzed me from my ribs down. I couldn't shit alone, I couldn't even piss alone.

From there it spiraled down. I lost my job, depression kicked in and I couldn't take the stares of pity from my co-workers. It hurt to much. Their There eyes always said 'poor thing, in his prime and now his dreams are shattered' well fuck you to pumpernickel. I tried to stay strong, I'd love to say I succeeded, but I didn’t. My only saving grace were my animals, and their constant love,; as well as my only friend and his fiancé, Clint and Tarah. Amazing people whom I loved .

They kept me from killing myself. In fact, the fiancé bit but was new. They hid it from me until they could ensure a surprise. See, they wanted me in that wedding, I was going to be the best man. Clint and Tarah had changed there wedding to make sure the wheel chaired guy could be a full part of it.

They never looked at me with pity, they were a constant support, and when I heard they did this I cried for hours, each one holding me. They were all I had left, my parents were gone, my job was gone, and the sweet girl I cared for didn't want a cripple., Not so sweet after all all right?

Anyway, enough about my said love life. I threw myself utterly into this event, I help Tarah with the venues, the catering, I went with her and Clint to each thing. They refused to leave out a single detail. They may not have been the family I was born into, but they were the family I chose. Jesus, they even went so far as to move me into their own home, because they hated me being alone in my house. So I sold it, brought my ferret, Lionel, and my dogs Drake and Duchess.

These two, I would do anything for. I even continued the damn pointless physical therapy because they didn't want me to give up on walking again. I didn't have the heart to tell them everyone said it was pointless. Clint was my brother, for all intents and purposes, and Tarah my sister in law. I loved them with all my heart. When it came time for the Bachelor party, we went to Vegas.

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Clint refused anything I could not enjoy, though I finally talked him into the strip joint. The other guys looked pissed I was there, this soothed there 'ego' a bit. Plus, just because I could feel anything from my ribs below, didn't mean I didn't like to watch the very flexible vixens tweak for my dollars.

Time passed, the wedding came. Clint got an amazing job at a game developing company, and told me all about it. We were both gamers. But he saw how slowly I began to drift away again. I felt a burden to them, and their starting family. I voiced it once. Tarah smacked me and ran out crying while Clint told me I was his brother, to stop the self pity shit and accept It was never a burden.

I had money of course, settlement, and house selling funds. I was twenty five now too. Still young, and no chance at a real family of my own. I felt like shit, and finally went to find Tarah and tell her I was sorry. She held me and cried while Clint had his hand on my shoulder. It was awful.

Months went by, I hid my pain from them as best as I could. I played with my animals, and watched their romance flourish with delight. I could never begrudge them what I'd never have again.

One day, Clint took me with her to dinner. They said they had amazing news. I was going to be an uncle, Tarah was three weeks pregnant.  I was so happy for them! Even as my heart broke. I was alone, but I could spoil my little niece or nephew at least.

Then Clint dropped another bomb, their VRMMORPG , the company he works for had been developing was set to release in six months, and they needed beta testers. Five thousand people would be given the chance to do this, and he had pulled strings to allow me to be one of them.

He told me about it, but really all I heard was I could walk. I broke down right there in the restaurant and cried like a baby and they just held my hands. I could walk again, and feel. The realism was set to 99% everything beyond amputations, and death would feel just as it would in reality. I could build a life there.

Then, the fated day arrived, my birthday no less, August first. He'd had the capsule installed in my room while Tarah took me with her to shop for baby clothes . They were having a little girl. She was also as big as a house! Three months pregnant.

When I got home, I begged them to let me get in. While they inserted the gel he read some of the features to me.

I could own property in game, if I had the currency or found a rare quest giver. It was set in ancient Rome, but the Greek states remained, well, one did anyway. Sparta, and they were at war with each other. Sparta was surrounded on all sides, though during the initial start the Spartan forces would be three times stronger and able to expand to colonize Greece fully and allow them a fighting chance when players could join beyond the testers.

I could rise in the military, or pursue any life I wanted in the game. Each real life day, equaled a week in game, to allow full access to features, and make the most of my time as a gamer.

Then, a secret no one was allowed to know, the npcs could get pregnant...I stared a bit. I could build a life... but I was also informed it was set to be as realistic as possible. Slavery was there, rape, murder, raids. There were no monsters, per say,  but, but quests that had you clear out re-spawning bandit camps. Only the town npcs, and soldiers never re-spawned.

It was perfect. I gave him a hug, and he helped me into the gel. Closing the capsule he told me with his joking smile, and happy voice. "When it's time to release, I'll join you Matt. Have fun bro."

Then the capsule closed and a sign appeared.

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