The war raged around me. Heroes and their Divine parents battled one another.
My name is Paphyrion, daughter of Artemis.

It all started when Zeus and Poseidon went missing. The last of the Great Gods was Hades. The only Major God that is not an Olympian. All giants and titans were in Tartarus.
Hades was the Man with the Motive.

The Olympians had divided amongst themselves. Hera, Hephaestus, Apollo, Artemis, Athena, Aphrodite and their children fought for Olympus. Others, against.
The Minor Gods mostly took Hades' side. We were outnumbered.

I was lying on a large, black alter, scorched by the fire from the battle. A scrawny kid was standing above me, holding the blade that had wounded my leg, costing me the ability to walk.
I was about to be sacrificed as an offering to some God. The kid starting chanting an incantation, a mad look in his sunken eyes.
I spoke softly, "Mother, give me the strength to-"
The blade came down on me, and the world went black. I never finished my prayer