In the beginning, there was magic, and there was peace. Those with powers created beauty and elegance, flooded the cities with life and ended world problems. No child had to suffer from hunger and poverty anymore, there was peace and equality and love. To a certain degree, but the world was in the best state it had seen for years, centuries even. What they made couldn't be captured by words and mankind was—seemingly—happy.
Until others rose. They called themselves peacekeepers and worldbuilders and saviours and when they dropped their masks, they took the name of Ares, of Mars, of deities long forgotten, but all known for death and brutality and fear.
And true to their names, they brought war. Millions died. Children lost their homes, families were torn apart. They didn't stop from bringing destruction over the world until there was nothing left except hunger, anger, sorrow, death.
And a small house just before Paris.
The warlords, upon having destroyed everything there was to destroy, having fought everything there was to fight and having killed everything there was to kill, set eyes on the little house that survived the war. The apocalypse, some would call it. If they were still alive to judge.
Unbothered, it stood, surrounded by ruins and debris. Its walls were white as if there weren't a thousand fires raging around and the garden was blooming, the flowers almost masking the overwhelming smell of death. It was so threateningly normal and unbothered.
The warlords came, of course. Confused, one could say. How was this possible? It shouldn't be. They hadn't planned for anything to survive the armies and the bombs unharmed and yet, the house stood and mocked them.
So they came. The one who took the name Ares with a sword the size of a small child. Mars, wielding a battle axe like a toy. A woman who chose something a little more subtle: Athena, and a machine gun.
They had fought for years and had tried to kill each other endlessly, sometimes almost succeeding, but now, something united them. It wasn't peace, God forbid, but a truce, maybe, formed out of confusion and confusion alone.
So they walked to the house, nearby survivors hiding in the shadows of what once was their home, shivering and crying. They didn't run. There was nowhere to run. But the warlords weren't interested in them. They were here for the house that was still standing, almost glowing in the sun.
Ares was going first. His shadow fell over the green door and he tried to kick it in. However, before his foot connected to the wood, the door opened. He stumbled for a second.
A young woman, barely more than a child, had opened. She looked at the three and smiled like they were expected guests, maybe even friends. Her white dress danced in an unnoticeable breeze and her long hair fell far over her back. Her face was covered in freckles. Even though she smiled, her green eyes remained cold.
Ares shivered and unconsciously took a step back.
"Hello there," the woman said, voice soft like sunshine in spring, luring them in like a siren. "Come on in."
Something about her made the warlords hesitate. It was stupid, of course, she was only a girl. Mars and Ares exchanged a look and slowly took a step towards her.
"I won't bite, I promise." The girl's smile widened, but now the men wouldn't be stopped. Hotheaded and prideful—they couldn't fear a child.
Athena remained careful, for she shared her namegiver's care and love for strategy.
"Be my guest," the woman insisted in the sweetest voice, making room in the hallway. "I made tea."
Ares and Mars didn't plan on taking that offer. They were readying their weapons as they entered the hall, ready to strike the strange woman down and burn her house to the ground for defying their path to victory and destruction. The girl's eyes never left them.
Or at least, Ares and Mars stopped. Athena moved normally, the fires around cackled just the same and the house owner wasn't affected, either. She took a step back, blinking in surprise.
There was no way she was going into that house, no way she was entering that hallway leading to an overly normal living room. Athena could even see the pictures on the wall, the promised tea standing on a table.
She could also see Ares and Mars frozen mid-strike.
The woman tilted her head to the side with a loud crack. Athena flinched. Her smile widened and unsettlingly slowly, her teeth shifted from normal to sharper, smaller, more predatory ones. Her hair lost its shine and volume and the wind stopped playing with her dress. Athena could have sworn there was a shimmer behind her back, almost like wings. "If that's not a violation of hospitality," the woman started and slowly shook her head, looking at the two intruders like a beast looked at its prey.
I got a little carried away with this. (And I didn't stick to the prompt entirely, oops.) Still, I hope it was enjoyable and that my English wasn't too bad!
Also, this is not, like, actually edited. I just slammed my head on my phone and hit post. (Basically. I just liked the idea 😅)
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