Alright everyone I thought I would do something kind of like what Marx did with his story/play thing. Anyways my story will be based around the gods and I thought I would portray the gods as some of you guys, they won't all be gods though. I need help with many of the names ^^ I have alredy decided to make Marxc Hades, and Chris Zeus. If any of you guys have any suggestions PM. I will find a place for you. After all have you seen how mnay gods ther are... You can be the three headed dog in hades if you want :-p

The Chris - Zeus, both the pervert and rapist

Marx - Hades, God of the Underworld

Robin - Ares, God of war

Lani - Aphrodite, Goddess of sexual love

Shinigami - Artemis - Goddess of the hunt

Falcon - Alethia, the Goddess of Truth

zzflash - Hera, the jealous wife

Jim - Dinoysus, God of wine and intoxication

Just so you all know, only, Kye's, Robin's and Marx's are final the rest I thought would work for you guys but if you have other ideas do tell...

Authors Note: Just so you all know this is basically a work in progress so any mistakes or suggestions please tell me about them! or you can just tell me what you think... By the by this will be a YJUTT exclusive.

Chapter One

“Μας έχετε πει, εκατό έτη από μπροστά,”
The buildings were in a shambles, its age clearly advertised. Upon the floor the pillars laid. Bits and pieces of rock and such were strewn across the earthen floor, with minute streams running across it. This truly was the sanctuary of the God Peneios, father of all Thessalian Nymphs.
“Πρέπει μόνο να καθαρίσουμε τα ύδατά σας,”
The aforesaid pillars were layered in such a way that the streams would creep up on them, climbing the giant hills of their perspective, and then coming down in a massive sweep, a waterfall to all insect life. The dilapidated roof, which caved in, in its mecca allowed many of Helios’ children enter the quaint, dank temple, illuminating it, which allowed the Nymphs within to read the cuneiform upon the moss ridden walls.
“Επαν-αντισταθμίστε, εσείς, εμείς με την πολύβλαστη γενναιοδωρία,”
About the shrine were a great many patches of flowers, from a gamut of purple tulips to blue tipped buttercups to grass that burned with a fiery red. The entire area around the shrine was gorgeous, with each prayer the gardens grew lusher.
“Υιοθετημένος μας έχει, κατ' επανάληψη
Τα κρεβάτια ξεραίνουν, τρύπες της προηγούμενης δόξας τους,”
Within the pantheon, an average-sized woman stowed, a radiant, golden aura emanating from her curvaceous, seemingly frail body. Her skin, with the contrasting hues of the golden glow and her ever so pale skin, seemed to be a wash of light green. Her arms were motioned forward, creating a circle with her hands. A white orb formed between them, casting a glow upon everything in the diameters distance.
“Ικετεύω σας
Αρνηση, όλοι ικετεύουμε σας, η ολόκληρη φυλή μας
Αφήστε τη ροή του νερού,”
Her silken hair draped across her body, cascading off of each faint curve. The hair, which was of a light, light blue, with strips of sliver highlighted amongst it, cast upon her lights, which were refracted from the strands of her, which, still had water hidden in them. Every prayer seemed to give her new found strength, perhaps it was because they were spoken in the ancient dialect or perhaps it was the fact that Peneios was adhering to her calls. Regardless the dried rivers began to rumble with the waters, which seemed to rush through them.
“Αφήστε τη ροή του νερού
Τα καθαρά ύδατα κρυστάλλου, τα οποία χάνουμε
Εάν σας έχουμε προσβάλει,”
The incantation was almost over; the entire earth below the woman began to rumble, her tattered clothing leaping every now and then. The gods themselves seemed to be having a battle over this simple prayer, should they concede or not?
“Ικετεύω σας για να εξοφληθεί όλων των δαπανών
Ικετεύω σας το Λόρδο Peneios
Πατέρας όλης μας της νύμφης ύδατος
Αφήστε τη ροή του νερού άλλη μια φορά...”
The empty moat, which surrounded the temple, began to fill with water, the water of the God’s, the water, which would not be touched by any mortal soul, animal or otherwise.
“Τους αφήστε να ρεύσουν γρήγορα...”
The skies tore a seam in themselves, water flooding out of the hole, ending up in an empty lake. Peneios appeared he shared many of the same characteristics the Nymph folk had, the blind eyes, the velvety hair and the rather pale skin. From this distance, however, his obvious features were indiscernible; he looked down upon his lands his mouth agape and then muttered, “As you wish my child, the waters have returned, please watch over them for one years time.”
The woman, the leader of the Nymph tribe on Thessaly, Maia, openly showed her understanding and left, the seam closing behind her. She trudged on towards her village, her wool skirt trailing behind her, the ends dirtied from the ground she walked upon. The forest before her were lush with greenery everywhere, a new layer of dew found its way upon each plant, a dense water mist clinging to the forest lowlands. Mother Gaia, seemed exude beauty profusely. The trees were extremely tall and they seemed to circle around Maia. This island, surrounded by the domain of Pontos, the god of all waters and of all water gods below him, stretched far out into the domain of Okeanos, the god of the Far East. Maia was halfway through the forest when the clouds rolled in and the skies grew dark. Did she anger the gods in any way?
The loud roar of the thunder came sounding in as it followed the quick flashes of the lightening; she stopped dead in her tracks as one bolt nearly struck her. About her she looked, trying to find the source of the attack. Not a soul was seen. Another bolt crashed beside her, leaving a deep dent in the mother, black smoke rising slowly. She saw something this time… Fleeting glimpses of one being. He was beside her caressing her hair, he was then in front of her pressing his lips upon hers leaving a tender warming feeling, which she would never forget. He then disappeared and appeared high in the tree tops a bolt in his hand, a satchel of them on his back. He seemed a tad old, yet his spirit, which filled the forest, seemed rather young. He was handsome by all aspects, a toga worn around his shoulder wrapped about his waist. He had a beard, a short one not an inch in bulk. He took the bolt in both hands and tossed it at Maia, it struck her, and all she could see after that was black.

She woke up, nearly half a day later, dirt and muck on the side of her face, her clothes tearing in every possible fashion. Throughout her body there was a pain that would simply not leave, it electrified her body, but she brushed if off. She pulled herself up by reaching up and holding onto a branch. When she was settled she wiped the muck off of herself and looked around. He was there still… Waiting.
“What the devil did you do to me?” She hollered, her nostrils flaring.
He began moving around once more, he was by a tree, then near a shallow pond, then by her side once move groping her, running his hand up and down her side, she quickly jumped to the side.
-Your hand- He did not say a word, his lips never moved. They were written in her mind, somehow. The voice within her head was a hushed low voice, which seemed rather hoarse.
She adhered to the man’s words and looked at her left hand, palm down. What she saw was a thunderbolt, with one glance from her blind eyes a powerful shock ran through her body and she collapsed once more.

Maia awoke to the sound of young children playing. After ejecting the small kids, she went to the nearby pot of water. She saw her frail, full-breasted form, naked. She had a few bandages wrapped around her but nothing major. She found her clothes and quickly slipped them over her head. She seemed to be in the south end of her village in an Inn. Maia went to the owner and paid him some gold, despite the mans rejections. This Inn was rather poor, it would need some help, the roof was falling in and the walls needed a fresh layer of oils. Surely the payment would be useful.
Maia traveled the streets, due north. There was much activity about her, children playing merchants shouting their stores, couples merely lounging about. The wind kept up, her hair blowing behind her, her skirt, recently restored gleaming in the sunlight provided by Helios. The colosseum was before her. It was nothing compared to the ones in Greece and Rome, yet it was large enough for the cavaliers, which were often in display. Hunger overcame Maia suddenly, had she eaten anything before the ceremony? Certainly nothing was attainable afterwards. She saw a nearby merchant and walked to him. She was rather short, most of her money in her own home, so she was forced to snatch a piece off the counter. Clearly no one is perfect.
On route she ate her bread in portions. Soon she came upon her own small cottage. The village was not very large; traveling its lengths was not a hassle in the least.
She quickly surveyed her house, it seemed perfectly fine, and so she entered. It was dark no light seemed to enter through the windows. Perhaps Helios was angry? Oddly enough the room was rather sultry, she began sweating once she closed the door. In the corner she could see a figure, appearing out of nowhere. Was it the figure who had attacked her… Yes…
“Get out…”She muttered she did not want this monster here.
-No, I am here on my own accord. Zeus is my name-
She could not say one more word… She simply stood there her mouth agape.

Ending Note: Yes those are actual Greek words, you can translate if you want, but it will come out weird.