The Fate of the Victor

Prologue: The End.

A/N: I am so excited to start this. This is SOO short by the way. I know, I shouldn't start another epic, but I can't help myself :) Review lovelies!

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/ It Courses Through My Veins, This Power Of Death /

"It didn't happen Zeus, we have to accept that. You yourself have seen the future. Tell me we shouldn't do this!?" She demanded of her husband.

He frowned at her, his back bowed with age and responsibilities. He hated this idea she had; despite him knowing it was the right one.

"I know we should Hera. It's the proper thing to do. But how can we ask this of him? You too, have seen the future." Zeus warned her.

Hera felt a single tear drop off her cheek, "We must. It is his burden to bear."

Zeus sighed, smiling very regretfully and beautifully at her, "Hera, I want you to know that no matter what, I have always cared for you."

She smiled at him, and Zeus was reminded of the first time he had seen her. She had been heart stopping, and powerful, and kind. Even now, his heart missed a beat.

"I too, have always loved you."

Zeus took hold of her pale hand, and pressing it against his lips for one last kiss; he ripped all her power from her, storing it away in himself. When she was completely drained and bordering death, he laid her down, and apologized.

"I am sorry Hera; for all that I put on you. Sleep well my Queen."

Zeus straightened once more, feeling power like he hadn't felt in centuries course through him. He could not afford to spend it frivolously.

Zeus, King of the Gods, poured every ounce of power he and his Queen had into the young man in front of him. It was up to this Warrior to save the world.

The time of gods and magic was over, the time of humans; technology and death had just begun.

Zeus fell to the floor at the immobile warrior's feet, dead. His hand was still clasped in his wife's...

/ How Could Anyone Not Love That Black Heart Of Yours? /