[A/N] Hello Everyone. This is just kinda a new start after my previous story really failed. I'm going to try make this one more into character and better.
This is just the prologue, and if it seems good, please tell me?

But I'll explain the story, it's a bit hard to understand in the prologue:

It's from the viewpoint of a human, but there are NO OC's. I just needed a random human to narrate. This will probably be the same for most chapters, even if there's dialogue.
Also, the prologue is about Greece, but this story will most likely be about ALL the countries. Even if I love Greece.:3
And there probably will be parings. Just because. A LOT of pairings. Maybe slightly more subtle.

However, if you think I SHOULDN'T continue, please do say. I don't want to waste my time.

~In Greece~

Every day was the same. I woke up to go to school quite early, because I loved to walk in the sun. My routine was the same, my path was the same, and even my breakfast was always the same. Everything was the same. The strange thing was that as I would walk to school, I would see this man, sleeping in a meadow, surrounded by cats. It never changed. Each day, as I passed the meadow, towards the beautiful sea, I would check; to see if he was there again; and without fail, he would always be there.

I always wondered about this man, because not only did I see him in the mornings, I would also see him in other places, and very often. He always seemed to be everyone, at the same time. Sometimes, he would go to the markets, and other times the beaches. When I visited other towns, he happened to be there too. But the thing that struck me most was how the people reacted to him.

Because I'm still young, I don't know much legends, but my mother always told me that there were superiors watching over us; much stronger and more important than us mortals. I always assumed that it was the Gods; Zeus and Hera who watched over us. But as timed passed, I saw that I was wrong.

Every time I saw this man, calmly and slowly dragging himself around the town, lazing in the sun, everyone would quickly get out of his way. Parents would quieten children so they wouldn't disturb him, and just like that, he was always alone. I never saw him with anyone. He would simply mind his own business day and night. In fact, I'm not sure if he even had a home, because he always slept outside.

So, in my mind, he became this model, although one to avoid. Who knew what he could do, what powers he had? Although, I thought, he could just be a lonely human being.

One day, a few weeks after my 15th birthday, I walked along the light cobblestone on my way back from school. The day was lax, and the streets were silent in the wave of siesta. But the usual silence was tense and uncomfortable, and clouds had gathered over the village.

Suddenly, the clouds were too big, and let go the burden of the dense water, and all crashed upon the ground. Huge, heavy drops engulfed me in their sorrow. The only escape was a nearby veranda sitting on the outside of the nearest meadow.

But it wasn't a meadow, it was a graveyard. A graveyard void of any life, except for one figure sitting in solitude. My suspicions were confirmed when I saw the same young man, sitting at the very end of the damp field, holding his knees close to himself. A small plaque was nailed into the ground next to him. And he was crying.

Crying, weeping all of his misery out into the ground. Out of the sky, I felt as if he was causing the rain. And now, I cried. I felt his sorrow, so deep that it crawled into the ground, and through the Earths roots.

Alas, I would have felt pity for him afterwards, if I had not rushed to see the plaque. If I had know whom this poor man had lost. For, on the plaque was simply written "The Peloponnesian War, 431 to 404 BC" *

It was then that I knew this man was not a normal human being.

*So basically, the Peloponnesian war was considered the fall of Ancient Greece. 'Nuff said.

:3 (Please review?)