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Lost and Discovered
Prologue (part 1):
Alvr sat impatiently. Fifty thousand years he had waited to be free. Twenty thousand years since he had been isolated to the pit of Kronos, the old god of Time was his only company. The place was now quite nice since he moved here, building things with Kronos’ help. Not a bad guy really, Kronos, just a bit misunderstood, and the power that grew within him started to make him go crazy, Alvr was just accused of murdering his own twin brother because he discovered how to kill an immortal, but that’s a different story.
Dong! Dong! Dong!
Midnight. He was free at last, but Roxanne was nowhere to be found. She was always on time, his wife, but he decided not to wait and see if she remembered to pick him up and headed out the door to start a new beginning. Leaving a note to Kronos to let him know he had left and that he would visit now and again.
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Charon sat patiently on the banks of the River Styx, scratching his skull, waiting for Alvr to meet him. He knew that he would arrive later than usual because his wife wouldn’t be there to pick him up. Ever since he’d left, Hades had found himself a queen that Roxanne now served. And seeing that it was summer, Roxanne could not leave the Upper world. Suddenly a fiery red light appeared out of the tunnel on the other side of the Styx. It occurred to Charon that Alvr would never stop taking great care of his war horses. They were in the perfect shape those horses. But the most powerful of them was Alvr’s fire breed horse, Charcoal. The horse had the blackest coat anyone would probably ever see on a horse and manes of fire. People would sometimes mistake them for the horses that Apollo owned but those kind only came with bright coats.
Galloping to a stop besides Charon, Alvr jumped of Charcoal and gave his old friend a bear hug.
“Ollie,” wheezed Charon, calling Alvr by his old nickname. “ Get a grip ‘n’ let go!”
“We haven’t seen each other in twenty-thousand years and that’s all you can talk about? Pain?” Alvr replied in his booming voice, but relunctantly he let go.
Charon stared in awe at his friends’ appearance. Long gone were the unkept black hair and intensly bright green eyes, he now had pure white hair and silver eyes. The eyes still had that mischevious joy, and his face still clean shaven, but the face. The face of Alvr Magmius, the ex-god of Destruction and the Elements had a mature feeling about him now. A stern look was barely visible, lightly sketched upon Alvr’s face.
“Looks like a really happy ‘Oh, I just found a brilliant way to take over the world (or something of the likes) look”
Indeed he did, one glance at the once most distructive immortal alive and anyone would think he was a intellegint, wise man that was still young at heart.
Charon then chose to speak up again after they both had looked over eachother.
“Hard to believe you could still be like that in the heart for someone older than Chaos himself!”
“So true Charon, so true.” Said a man standing the shadows.
Hades.
TBC


