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Sometime, long ago. Two mothers were simultaneously blessed, by delivering the most wonderful gift of all. Life. One born within the Gods, The other born within mortals. A child born with immortality. Mean while the other, is forced to face the hardship of life Unknowingly binding their fates together. Causing an anomaly within human kind, whom the Gods love to call, The chosen one.
The bestowed upon.
•❃°•°❀°•°❃•. The sun was beginning to set, casting all kinds of pretty golds and oranges. The hews lighting up through the old, worn down wood-Casting shadows. It wasn't anything major, but it was good enough for shelter and warmth. A place where Saturo was always welcomed.
"Saturo!"
His mom welcomed with relief, and pulled him into a tight embrace. The smell of herbs and freshly made bread, scented the small rundown place. Her touch was comforting, and a reminder to him. She will never leave her side, while others look down to him.
He huffed out a quiet laugh, placing down the goods had harvested, on the old wooden table his dad had crafted.
"Mother, you're acting like I have been gone for ages"
"Well- you might as well have!" She chimed, taking a couple of steps back to make sure her son came back in one piece. "Please sit down! Tell me about your day? Any luck in the village?"
Saturo sighed, taking a sit near the hot fire. "Same as always mom. Same as always." He nodded his head, picking at a piece of bread his mom had cut for him. "Might as well work at a brothel. I seem be very reliable with the la-OW!"
His mom walked him a wooded spoon "You and that mouth of yours. You are a very smart, and handsome young man. I refuse, to let you, sell your self." She protested, swinging the spoon around, looking for another reason to swat him.
Saturo kept eating his bread, feeling ashamed of him self. The so called men of the house can't even bring a proper meal to the table, or give his mom a comfortable life style. He clenched his jaw, and watched the fire burn. Brightening his blue eyes.
"Mom. I just don't understand" his voice cracks. "I am just like anyone else, I just want to be able to provide for you." He sniffed. "I genuinely just don't understand..." he began to trail off.
"They are afraid." His mom simply stated. Causing a moment of silence.
He was well aware that he is different. Everyone in the village are also aware. They may not verbally express it, but he can see it in their eyes. The uncertainty... scared of what the can't comprehend.
If only there was an answer. —————————————————
"get up"
Saturo hears a voice in the distance. "What-" The words trying to cut through his clouded mind.
He stirred, his body feeling heavy. Trying to get a grip of his surroundings.
"GET UP!"
"UGH-"
A sharp pain tore through his abdomen, forcing him to cough out Opening his eyes, trying to make sense of the situation, he sees his small house full with guards. The one that had seem to kick him, ties his hands, and lifts his by pulling his hair.
"SATURO!" His mom screamed, desperately trying to get out of the warriors grasp. "SATURO! No!" She cried out.
His eyes widened "Mo-ack!" A guard kicked him again. Through the pain, he tried to get loose, but the guards just kept holding him down. "LEAVE MY MOM ALONE" he yelled. The warriors laughed. One in particular stood out. He assumed that was the guy in command.
"Your mom has been accused of being a witch." He walked near his mom. "Obviously because he gave birth to something like you." The warrior aggressively grabs his my her hair. "YOU LEAVE HER ALO-" before he could finished the sentence, he was met with another kick.
"As I was saying before being rudely interrupted." He clears his throat "but! Lucky for you, you are actually useful. So you are coming with us. Retaliate and there-"
Saturo spits his face "I REFUSE TO WORK FOR YOUR MAN- YOU GUYS ARE THE REASON WHY WE AFE IN SUCH POVERTY." He snapped back, desperation clear in his tone.
The warrior smirked , and kneeled to be face to face with Gojo. "Heh- well... it don't seem you have an opinion son." He patted his shoulder. He stood up and snapped his fingers, and with one swift swing-
"MOM!!"
The warriors have taken his mom's head.
Something in him snapped. Something he didn't know existed in the depths of his soul. He some who managed to brake free, bringing the warriors holding him down. He fought, he fought very hard. But next thing he knew, he was hit from the back and blacked out. —————- •❃°•°❀°•°❃•.—————- 1 Year later ~
Y/n was taking a stroll around Olympus, enjoying the view of the clouds and the different gifts of her kind of people. Nurturing the plants and flowers, through out the whole palace. Her presence its self, would cause the plants to rejoice. Her gentle caring nature, and her delicate appearance often caught the attention of the Gods and the people.
Her tunic always graced her body perfectly, enhancing her shape, leaving little to the imagination. The clothes shimmered with her every move, catching the gentle hews that danced in the skies.
As she stepped into a balcony, curved into the mountain. Her gaze trailed down, observing the chaos the unraveling. The screams of war, the scent of sweat and blood, polluting the heavens the earth.
"What a bunch of monkeys." I muttered out.
"Hypocrite!" A man's voice spoke, coming from behind her. Y/n was quick, grabbing the nearest fruit. "Ow!"
"Suguru! What did I say about sneaking up on me like that" y/n yelled, running to his aid. "Where did it hit you?" She looked over his face, scanning to see where it hit.
"Right here" Geto dramatically pointed at his forehead, closing his eyes. Y/n got closer, and before she knew it, he stole a passionate kiss.
Y/n and Geto have some history, Geto has been by her side since their younger days. Their Gifts always complement each other beautifully, their parents were sure, the two love birds would end up together. "Suguru, you are getting your hopes up again." Y/n gently pushes herself away.
"Come on sweetheart, just because we aren't fated together, doesn't mean we could... mess round." He flashed her a gentle smile, showing off those handsome dimples.
