[center][h1][color=black] The Morrigahn [/color][/h1][/center]

As the younger God appeared a distance from her darken robed form, the Morrigahn turned a pale and sharp featured face to watch the other as he began to speak. True, the last he had seen her, the Lord of the Underworld had been but a child. Yet, she still felt a child's want for what his brother's had. It was no secret among the Fates that Hades wished for more than his dreary domain. It was his Fate, even as it was hers to turn the tide of War and profit from one way to the other as it would best serve the one thing not even Gods could deny. [color=black] "Such is the way of Fate." [/color] She speaks unto her own thoughts to herself. 

As he paced around her she did not watch him till he soothed his Gate Keeper. Then she turned, the dark robes twisting about. Watching him with dark eyes she raised a elegant brow. [color=black] "When did your brothers ever like anything that may be in agreement with you? Do they not strip you of your wife in penitence?" [/color] A fair point she noted, the risk was deadly. Even to one such as she. But it was required, and for her people she would do such. [color=black] "A risk is little compared to what you will face, or will you face it? There are many paths, Hades. One may lead all to happiness- of a sort, while another may destroy us all." [/color] Turning away she felt a certain satisfaction. A warning delivered, whether he heeded it or not was the real question.


[center][h1][color=Gold] Apollo [/color][/h1][/center]

The Sun. The glorious Sun. Apollo perched in his temple, enjoying the worship that came his way. The most perfect and strongest of the Gods, all the Gods, according to him. Though something bothered the Sun God. Women threw themselves upon his alter, men pleaded and offered their fortunes for his favor. But there was no challenge. No hope of breaking some poor mortal's raw strength. Wars were being fought for Mars, Jupiter, Neptune. Roman patrons did little for a 'beardless youth' as their Greek cousins had not. Greek Rulers had offered their own daughters and beauty. [color=gold] "How pathetic." [/color] He growled in that deep, sun kissed voice as a woman laid pitiful flowers on his altar. Where gold and gems should be flowing. But it was flowers, blood, petty offerings that did not appease him.

Closing golden eyes he could remember his mother brushing his hair as they graced Rome. [i][color=gold]"My perfect son! Soon you shall sit the throne to all the world. Mortal and God alike will bow before you."[/color][/i] Leto had preened. His sister, his dark shadow. Of little notice to him, to those who feasted his eyes upon him. He was not a God of the Sun. He was [i]the[/i] God of the Sun. He would take this world and make it in his image. Zeus was a old man. A old fool. Moving out of the temple he walked across the Sands of Egypt with a bold cry. [color=Gold]"I [i]AM[/i] Ra! I [i]am[/i] the only God of the Sun! There is no one better and there will never be!" [/color] He laughed loudly as the sun flared above, emulating his arrogance.

[@Queentze]