It is a pleasure to know again that many people liked my two previous stories, I thank them very much, despite my mistakes, I swear that for about three years I have not uploaded any story to Fanfiction, which is why I am somewhat rusty with how to use the page.

To begin, I want to introduce myself I am KaleidoMirror, because there is a reason for the name that many will understand that reference, leaving that aside, in the comments many explained to me that there were many problems with the wording and grammar, I really regret that, but the English is not my mother tongue, but I can say that I can speak and write it up to a point, not everything is perfect because of the rush; but well leaving that aside, my friends send you a huge greeting and I hope you enjoy this new story as I enjoy writing it. I really appreciate guys advice on grammar and writing, I will try to improve what I can, but I don't know how to improve better, but I will do my best.

Be patient with my first story, believe me I have very well planned how the story will progress, only I like to start my stories always with prologues, and this is no exception. Whenever I want to venture into some universe I have to look for that space that allows me to adapt to the stories, and of course as a way to give my own essence to one of my favorite characters and how in my crazy and wild imagination I would be in those universes, without lose their essence in "Fate". Now without further ado I present my new work ...

Between the dark and stormy clouds, a land elevation is hidden beyond the horizon, a place that denoted in exorbitant amounts the divinity and mystery. A place that is not connected to mortal soil, and cannot be seen by mortals due to the thick amount of mist that surrounds it. Olympus, once located on Mount Olympus, Greece, with its origin beyond the dawn of humanity, is the home of the Olympian gods.

In the Throne Room, from the temple of Zeus himself, you can see the monarch on his throne, imposing and golden-looking, his face denoted a bad mood, with lightning and thunder roaring outside his dwelling, blocking the usual view of the different constellations that used to shine on the top of the ceiling. Around him the thrones of the other Olympian gods were currently empty, without any soul to accompany the sovereign, in the center of the room was the bonfire in its center, which burned with force and intensity, illuminating the frown that it was getting blacker and blacker. She could feel it within her, the threads of fate had been cut for a second, and her unease reached its peak, the moment the fire mysteriously died out, to ignite in less than a fraction of a second, something had disturbed the balance of the world itself, and it seems that no one but him had noticed, so, changing its shape for a huge eagle, disappeared from the room embarking on a night flight around the world. With his divine senses he could feel how the origin of that disturbance originated from the land of the Rising Sun, as humans called it, in the current era, so, following that trail, he descended into an overpopulated city, changing his appearance for that of a tall man with a robust complexion, accompanied by a short and shaped beard, with a penetrating look on his face, walking through the streets of an archipelago that he never thought to visit again, Japan. Despite feeling disgust for being in a land outside his domain, he did not care that that old curmudgeon like Amaterasu made any move against him, he had more important things to deal with at the moment, so he walked between different streets and avenues without success, it seems that the remains of that disturbance had vanished without a trace.

It was not his style to simply leave his throne for something so insignificant, and he denied that, despite being so old, things of old, like his brothers made fun of him when they met, was the reason for this situation. That vibe inside him still resonated, he wanted to investigate further, but he knew that he could not stay for so long without raising unwanted suspicions, that the King of the Olympian gods, visiting the land of another pantheon for no apparent reason could create more than a couple of problems, which he wanted to save, so looking one last time he decided to go home, but not forgetting what had happened.

For Hephaestus the Greek god of fire, forges, volcanoes, artisans, blacksmiths and metallurgy. In his life as one of the 12 Olympian gods, it was never easy for him to be a brilliant inventor, he was always alone. He always felt misunderstood. That heaviness in his heart over the millennia made it easy for him to turn sour, he knew he had made horrible and irreparable mistakes. I had always thought that dealing with people was more difficult than working with machines, because when you break a person, it cannot be repaired. With that motto in his life, etched in his heart by volcanic fire, tired of so many bitter drinks in his life as God, he decided to go down somewhere in the mortal world and live in seclusion, perhaps create some new artifact in his spare time. But for now he did not feel the fire within him that characterized him to create something new, changing his appearance for a thin man with dark complexion, with a misaligned beard and no reason to groom himself, down through a park in a bustling city, no It was what he expected, but he really did not care at those moments, for deciding only to walk and continue on his way, with nothing to think or lose at this point, absorbed in his existential thoughts, he did not realize until he collided with a person, the which sore from the blow only complained in the hard concrete of the sidewalk, so the god, recognizing his error, offered a hand to help her, the young woman did not reject his help, so she took that warm and strong hand For his part, the god was astonished to look at her carefully, losing his breath for the beauty of that mortal, long reddish hair, golden eyes like the Sun itself, a skin as white as snow and a pristine smile that offered him.

The young woman, somewhat intrigued by that subject, shy and not knowing what to say, said goodbye to the god and left at a brisk pace. Even being astonished, the god remained in his place looking at his silhouette in the distance, something within him resonated with that mortal, being a god and one of the 12 strongest of Olympus, some of his divine spark looked at the soul in the distance of the young woman, as if it were the edge of a sword that pierced it, the forge in him was ignited with a powerful flame, the anvil in him was prepared to receive the hammer, like an erupting volcano and uncontrollably ran towards her, who would say that this fortuitous encounter would change the destiny of his life, because from their union a new life would be born that would change the destiny of the world itself, and thereby shaking more than one pantheon.

More than a year had passed, since the god managed to win the heart of that mortal, and you can assure that it was the most pleasant year that had passed. For the first time since his birth as a god, he felt loved, incredible as it might sound, he had found love in a mortal like no other, a love that surpassed with madness what he once felt for the goddess of Love, his wife. . In the mortal name Aimer Smith, he found what he always dreamed of, for the first time he understood what the Japanese understand by the expression of Yamato Nadeshiko, "the epitome of feminine purity and beauty", as incredible as his beauty within Japanese standards, but to him it seemed perfect just the way she was. Aimer was full of virtues, such as loyalty, inner capacity, humility, and wisdom. Being a young businesswoman in car and motorcycle design, armed with an intrinsic knowledge of her profession, she was a cherry on the cake for God. So, making use of her gifts as a god, I help her in her businesses, with the passing of the months these grew and prospered, with the success and love of the hand, the fruit of her love, little Shirou, was formed and forged , which would come soon, with the passing of the days the date of his birth was shortening, so that his wife Aimer somehow sensed it, he would leave. Since she met Toffer, he radiated something unusual, of all the men he met, she could feel him in his way of being and behaving, so she was not so surprised when he confessed who he was, explaining his identity, Hephaestus being the Greek god of fire, forges, volcanoes, artisans, blacksmiths and metallurgy, so he honestly did not know what to say, because she loved him, no matter who he was, had fallen in love with his way of being, always being so attentive and helpful, sincere, hard-working, and honest with her, he felt his world was fracturing.

But Hephaestus had explained that he could not stay with her any longer, because of the love he felt for her, and their short time together, told him everything about him, and the laws of the gods of Olympus, among the most important, had a law enacted by his father Zeus, mentioning that the gods were forbidden to have any contact with their children, all because the time that the gods, when sharing with mortals, could become human, neglecting their responsibilities on Olympus. So with a great pain in her heart she promised that even if she did not see him, it would not mean that he would not be there for her and her son, with a broken but firm voice she swore to him that when they have problems he would seek to form to intervene, that to Despite knowing that he will not be the father that perhaps his son wanted, he swore by the Styx river that he will be present in her dreams, by his side, always, even though Aimer cried silently, he could only watch her husband's back cross through the door and see him disappear in the distance, as if something inside him felt his sadness, he allowed himself to let off steam while comforting his unborn 8-month-old son, despite the fact that this child may have difficulties that Toffer or Hephaestus mentioned, Shirou's demigod status would not become a problem to be a good mother, but that would start until tomorrow, she did not feel strongly today to bear the burden that would come.

With the passing of time, the seasons change, and before realizing it, it had already been five since the birth of little Shirou Smith and his son was the best blessing that life could give him, or in his case the Greek gods. For Aimer, little Shirou, never presented more than a slight case of dyslexia and ADHD, which did not represent problems to get along with other infants, being his main concern as he could cope with other children his age. For his peace of mind his son was characterized by being kind, honest, responsible and too serious for his tender age, too creative if I could add, always playing with a couple of tools he had asked for for his recent birthday. Another little hobby she found in her son was cooking, whether it be sweet pastries or a couple of Japanese dishes, they were her first steps from her little Chef. Her life with her little son was perfect, she always liked to see how he grew and looked at the features of his father in him, it could be that his son seemed like a small copy of her, but he could bet that he had the attitude of her husband. But as much as he loves his life with Shirou, it was difficult for him to answer the questions that he feared most about his little one, Who was his father? And where was he? With all the pain in his soul, he told him that his father had that leaving before he was born, a problem occurred with his work and he had to leave, disappearing in the smoke of flames, it might be difficult for an infant to accept but little Shirou did not bring up the subject again after this revelation .

So leaving that sad matter aside, I had to prepare the last details of the move and of its company Vulcanus, of which it was the boss and the main shareholder, how to remember its beginnings as a small company of yesteryear, being now a successful company of international level, next commune branch in Las Vegas, USA. She was sure it would be the perfect place for a change of page in their lives, she was eager to enroll her son in a school with more preparation and reputation, with a smile on her face, she couldn't wait to start a new life.

I doubt if you can imagine the reason for the name of this work ... but cheer up my friends, see you next time in my new project "Can a sword have a romantic teenage comedy?".

See you my friends. KaleidoMirror says goodbye.