Epilogue Teaser

Hi, dear readers!

First, I wish to you all a happy beginning of December. And I wish you get a warm weather, warmer at least now than the one I have.

The writing of the Epilogue of this Arc of an Impractical Guide to Godhood has officially begun.

As promised, a small teaser below:

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There was a Great Prophecy.

It announced the return of an enemy the Olympians thought to have vanquished forever long ago.

The Olympians, any other time, would have prepared for war.

But the words of the Oracles did give them pause.

Should the Olympians were to fight this conflict directly, they would win for a time, but ultimately it would create the seeds for a far greater war, one they may not survive.

This brought a great dilemma to the Council and all the immortals obeying the Ancient Laws.

Challenges were not something the Olympians were reluctant to crush whenever they began to appear.

But this time, unleashing the might of Olympus was not the solution.

After a few days of accusations, feuds, and quarrels, the Goddess of Wisdom stepped forwards.

She had an idea.

The Olympians would gather together a group of remarkable Demigods.

Alone, they were Heroes.

Together, maybe they would be able to become something more.

So when darkness fell, they as Questers could fight the battle that mortals never could.

The orders were given.

They were three commands, unusual for a Great Quest of that importance. But then, there were the fifty most powerful Demigods of their generation.

They were to sail for the Sea of Monsters.

They were to recover the Golden Fleece.

They were to do what the Ancient Laws denied to the Olympians.

I, Prometheus, Titan of Crafty Counsel, was there, watching them.

I observed their exploits.

I sympathised with them, as brotherhood forged their crew into something that could crush armies of monsters and survive the wrath of Titans and God-Beasts alike.

They were valorous. They were courageous. They were heroic. They accumulated a series of unprecedented victories.

I laughed as their legend spread across the Sea of Monsters.

Then I mourned for them.

I was there when in time, they discovered what it was like to lose.

They felt deep in their hearts that their cause was right.

They were fighting for something bigger than their short lives and legends.

And yet they failed all the same.

Some refused to let dread consume them and died.

Some ran from it.

It didn’t matter.

Destiny still arrived for all of them.

The Golden Fleece was recovered.

But everything else was ashes.

Brotherhood had turned into hatred.

Victory had disappeared into a storm of corpses and wrecks.

As for Love, it was buried deep, with Jealousy ruling supreme, and this would lead to untold tragedies.

The Great Quest was over.

The Olympians had to intervene, and though victory was won on that day, the very think they wanted to avoid was indeed put into motion.

False tales were spread. Witnesses were silenced. Rumours were twisted to the point no one knew what to believe anymore. Many of the Olympian’s children would end up mad, or rejected by the societies that had considered them heroes.

But there wasn’t a choice.

The Demigods had lost.

All chance to balance the scales of Fate had ceased to be.

There had been an idea, and it had proved unworkable in the end.

Or had it?

On the same island the Argonauts failed, other heroes succeeded.

Destiny arrived, but the answer wasn’t the same.

How intriguing.

Maybe your idea can work after all, Athena.

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More to come, see you soon!