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A god of an era forgone awaits his final death, his soul slumbering in a tree guarding his final pavilion, the last standing remnant of his existence. He was a god who had accomplished many in his seven thousand years of existence, watching civilizations rise and fall, all with the help of his high priest, his best friend and his most trusted man. Yet his glory days are over, long forgotten as he awaits Gaea's welcoming hand, and her children may reclaim the building that had been built in his name, nature breaking down his last memory. It was bittersweet, how humanity moved past a god it worshipped so high so quickly, but he had long prepared for it. It was all within the scope of a god's lifetime, after all. And yet a boy with indicolite eyes and golden threads for hair had other plans, learning about him and looking for the final statue built for him, hoping to reawaken a god he read of in a seven century old book, a god he read had power beyond what humanity could imagine. The fun part? He's only eight.
Chapter 1 ; The Ares of An Era of Old.
