It was a small room, darkness filled it, and in the shadows that were barely discernible, fulled by a red glow, and a constant hammering, you could see the shadow of a giant, you could feel the power of Hephaestus, drawing closer and closer, we could see the anvil from which those sounds came, the titan was only an old tired man, with calluses over calluses, and old muscles molded by the constant fire, and time.

In that place where power could be felt being leaked, two celestial sounds were heard.

Grandpa, Grandpa, please tell us the story again, please. Which story kids? the one about the heroes that broke the chains and set us free from the gods, the one of how grandpa became the very best of smith village, and won the hand of your grandma.

No grandpa, you know that story of before, the one from the book.

Please

Pleease

Ok, ok kids, hold on, let me go get the book.

Now we are set.

Many many years ago, in the times of your great great grandpa, there were millions upon millions of us, more than a swarm of locust, and we lived in the open earth, in the sea, and even in the Sky.

“And, and we lived in the moon also, you always forget the moon grandpa”

Yes, yes, your right Romulus and we also lived in the moon.

“ Shhh don’t interrupt Romulus, let grandpa finishes the story”

“Remus, don’t fight, your brother just helped me, I always forget the moon, I’m getting old”

Ok, no more interruptions, where was I.

We lived in the sky, and even in the moon, we were tamers, and had big metal beasts, that we could control when we entered their brains from their mouth, we called them cars. And we had metal eagles, which we ride at speeds faster than those shadows, to go to the other side of the world.

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We controlled the power of lightning, and made spears with it, that could kill from very far away.

We controlled Fire, and place it in metal, to make him mad, and then we send those metal pieces to our enemies, and when fire freed himself from that metal, it consumed everything.

Then, we control the power of light and burn the night with it, granting us power over the shadows, and the darkness.

We had those powers and many others, but remember kids, with power comes corruption, thus making our first mistake and becoming senseless monsters, so we used the power of poison, to destroy the seas.

We used the power of darkness to pollute the sky, and we killed and destroy everything we found, because the enchantment of destruction is too much for anyone to no submit to its will.

Then our second mistake took form, enchanted and poisoned by the power, we pray.

And prays give power, power that we gave to Gods, and Demons, to Budas and Monsters. We let them become powerful enough to destroy the seals that made us invisible to their eyes, and that imprison them far far away.

The dark ages started, Gods came back, and each and every being that prayed, was recruited into their ranks.

We fought, and fought, and became slaves.

Some of us, became monsters that needed sand to live, others needed fire, but the worst needed blood.

The tip of the spear was upon us, and human were about to become extinct.

Then, on the day Mount Vesuvius erupted, and the Shinigami took the Scythe, a young slave took the chance and killed a God, no one knows which god, or how did he do it, but that opened our eyes, we weren’t that powerless, we could do something.

Eight heroes were born from That war, eight brave and hopeless that gave their life for the rest of us, killing the gods, giving us our hope again, our future.

“Then, then grandpa, talk about their names”

“Don’t be in a hurry Remus, that’s another Story, for another time, now let me continue”

We were free, but then the worst part started, we as humans had acted as monsters, and now, we had to pay for our mistakes, the blood of the fallen gods rained upon the world for eighty-three days cleaning the sky, and the ocean, then the skin of those gods became fertilizer feeding plants and trees, making them stronger, the organs and entrails become breeding places for new races.

And then, they remembered, the pain, the destruction, the agony, and we became the enemy, our weapons, our power was gone, everyone hated us, our friends the dogs, and cats, succumb to their instincts, and abandoned us, we were alone, alone against every being in this world, this became our jail.

Only the sanctuaries in these caves left behind by the heroes, are what we have left, only that, and hope.

“Worry not kids, one day you will get strong, you will continue to survive, and live here in smith sanctuary, in the place our hero Hephaestus left protected by the fallen eye of the god from which he took thy name”

“Now go to sleep, and dream, dream as only you kids can”

“Good night, Grandpa”

“Good night, Grandpa”

“Good night my kids”