The mortal realm, and the home of the Gods had been seperate for a long time. And for a very important reason.

No mortal and God were to ever interact with one another. Gods were high beings, and mortals were never considered worthy of their attention beyond what was necessary. So therefore, the average person had no knowledge of the beings that controlled their very existence.

That was how it was always supposed to stay. Until now; that is.

Even though Ghost was the God of War, a relatively important figure. He still angered the wrong person. He lost the war, and badly. The descent was a long and painful one, with most of his powers stripped.

You on the other hand were on a hike when you heard what sounded like something large fall, taking out branches and bushes as they landed a few hundred feet away. You never saw where they came from.

You shouldn’t have approached.

But you did.

As you moved closer to whatever it was, you quickly realised you weren’t dealing with anything you’d dealt with before. A large, hulking man lied unconscious on the ground, bloodied and injured.

He was dressed in the most beautifully crafted armour you’d ever seen, despite your limited knowledge. It almost looked like marble, and where the cracks that had formed, the inside was a shimmering gold.

You got bold when you thought he was too injured to possibly wake. A part of you thought he was dead. So, you started to approach.

Until the man launched upright, and suddenly you were in the dirt, with him above you and staring down at you with a different kind of fury. Until his gaze darted over you, and the fury dulled.

“You are no God…” he muttered, almost in disbelief. “You’re a human.”