Disclaimer: I do not own or have anything to do with Immortals or its characters.

Ok so I know that elements in this story are going to be wrong, that some of the myths will be muddled up but this is purely a fiction story. This story is simply something I had dreamt after I saw the movie the first time, so forgive me if it's a little weird.


When the world was still young, long before man or beast roamed these lands, there was a war in the heavens. Immortals, once thought incapable of death, had discovered that they had the power to kill one another. Lost in this war was a weapon of unimaginable power, the Epirus bow. The victors declared themselves Gods, while the vanquished were renamed Titans and forever imprisoned within the bowels of mount Tartarus. Eons passed, mankind flourished and the Great War receded from memory. But the evil that once was, has re-emerged.

Hera stood on the edge of Olympus watching as her husband disguised as an old man sat talking to a young boy, The boys name was Theseus, Son of Poseidon and a foul mortal who had raped Aethra, his mother, because his mother had been raped no man in their village would marry her and they were quickly cast aside as undesirables. Hera had discovered the boy after a visit from the fates who had given her a prophecy, they had told her about a boy born of both land and sea who would become the man that would save all of Greece from the evil that will one day be unleashed upon her, Hera had told Zeus about the prophecy and together they watched the mortals waiting for that one boy. For Theseus.

That's how she came to be standing on the edge of Olympus watching as Zeus sat on a rock in his mortal form watching young Theseus practice his sparring on a tree, she was so lost in her thoughts she was startled by a voice breaking the silence around her.

"Is that the Boy, Mother?" Athena asked quietly as she stopped next to her to pear over the edge. Turning her attention away from the mortal she studied the Beautiful young women next to her. Flowing blonde hair that was sent cascading down her back, lightly sun kissed skin, and beautiful yet slightly troubled looking sky blue eyes.

"What troubles you my sweet?" Hera asked as she took Athena's hand and gently led her over to a nearby seat made out of white marble.

"I do not understand what you and father see in the mortal, why is he so important?" Athena asked looking ahead of her but not at Hera.

"You must have faith in your Father and I" Hear replied placing a finger under her chin, guiding her head to look at her. "All will make sense to you soon" Athena sighed nodding her head. Not too far away from them a small cough signalled that someone had approached them. Looking up at the new comer Hera gave Poseidon a small nod before turning back to Athena placing both her hands on either side of her face and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. Getting up from the bench Hera walked over to Poseidon who quickly put a hand on the small of her back and lead her to a large stone room. In the centre of the room there was a giant floating map of the world with small objects moving around on it, around the map there were 12 stone chairs forming a U shape, at the head of the U were two large stone thrones one had a carving of a thunder bolt on the back and the other had a peacock feather carved into it. Standing around the map stood three hooded figures that upon hearing the young queens footsteps turned and bowed.

"My queen we have had another prophesy" one of the fates said.

"Is it of the boy?" asked the queen who walked over to her stone throne, sparing a quick glance at Poseidon who had seated himself in the stone chair to the left of Hera's the one with a small triton carved on it.

"Yes and No" replied the second fate "it involves the child and the Epirus Bow"

"The Bow...but that cannot be...I hid the bow where no Mortal or immortal being will find it" Hera cried out.

"When the boy reaches his Twenty Second year, evil will be unleashed across all of Greece spearing no-one" the third fate said.

"If the boy fails, Greece will fall and war will have reached the heavens" the first fate ended.

"A war? With who?" Questioned Poseidon.

"Titians" that one word made the air still, and the two gods tense up.

"...what do we do with this knowledge" asked Poseidon.

"When the time comes, there is a Monastery, the Sybelline Monastery, in it is a child named Phaedra she is an oracle, when the time comes and only then send her a vision, I expect the boy will need some assistance... as for the Titians...we tell Zeus and hold a council with the other Gods... if war is coming to the heavens we will need all the help we can get." Poseidon nodded in agreement, excusing himself from the room and the three fates bowed once more before disappearing from the room also.

Sighing Hera stood up and walked behind the thrones to an arched window that took up the whole wall gazing out at the whole of Olympus she lost herself in her thoughts, it wasn't until she felt the warmth of someone else's body behind her and arms snake their way around her waist that she snapped out of her thoughts finally noticing that the sky had grown considerably darker. Just how long had she been standing there?

"What are you thinking about?" Zeus asked her kissing her cheek softly.

"The fates came to see me" she whispered turning around in his arms "they had another prophecy" she studied his face before she went on.

"About Theseus?" Zeus asked, his brow wrinkling in confusion.

"Yes and no" Hera whispered.

"If not the boy then what?" he asked gently caressing his face.

"It involves both Theseus and the Epirus Bow. When Theseus reaches his twenty second year, evil will be unleashed across all of Greece, spearing no-one"

"But we know this; we knew that Theseus would one day be a great Asset to Greece"

Taking a step back from Zeus, Hera continued "But if Theseus fails and the Bow is found Greece will fall and War will find its way to the heavens"

"War...in the heavens...but that's impossible...that could only happen if..."

"Titians" she finished for him giving him a mournful look. Looking over at her he gently grabbed her face between his hands, rubbing his hand over a small scar just under her right eye.

"Theseus will not fail, I have faith in him, he can lead his people!" giving her one last look he pulled her lips to his and kissed her with so much passion the skies rumbled.


Thanks for reading ^_^ let me know what you think and if it's worth continuing!