Zeus And Perseus

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Olympus. The Kingdom belongs to the chosen race of Gods. Rumored to have been forged from the tallest peak in the world, it was a kingdom with no equal.

"This is the God Seed."

Standing in front of the core, a giant man pointed towards the small golden spot in its middle.

"But father, isn't the god seed supposed to be exclusive to the gods?"

A young boy who couldn't be older than 13 questioned the king. He was barely tall enough to reach his father's knees.

"In truth, the god seed is supposed to be the core that gives us our strength. Both mental, physical, and mystical."

Taking a bolt of lightning in his hand, he continued his lecture.

"Even though each of us possesses a god seed, not many can match the size of the seed that gives life to all of Olympus. In one sense, it is a living being that looks over its inhabitants and prevents enemies and monsters from harming them."

The bolt disappeared.

"As the youngest child, you are the last person in your generation to know this secret. Most would consider this to be a privilege, but for you, it is a responsibility."

The boy nodded.

"I am a god. Your mother was a mortal. Even if you possess an advantage over most people, you are still destined to live out your life as a Guardian of this land along with your brothers."

The old lineage of gods was slowly fading away. The poison of the seed was no longer something that they could contain.

"My son."

He looked at his boy with a glint that contained a mixture of joy and melancholy.

"You all will continue my lineage."

He ruffled his hair playfully. Who knows how long he had before the seed consumed his soul?

"Let's go back, Perseus."

He picked up his son in his arms and vanished from the area.

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