The Genesis League: Origins: Ch. 1









CHAPTER ONE

~Jayce~

THE EAGLES OF DAWNMARCH

The wind blew through my hair, drying my cracked lips like the sun on concrete.The sky was a blazing, firey orange as the sun set low behind Mount Olympus. I ran my fingers down the cold, steel scabbard of my blade, my eyes peering up into the oncoming darkness of night.

I cracked my knuckles silently, my eagle vision kicking in as the glistening white moon rose up into the sky on an invisible chain. The stars glimmered bright in the sky as the wind picked up its speed. The edges of my vision began to cloud a blue-green color as my normal eyesight began to change.

Tonight was the night. If anything was going to happen, it would be now. Once I was transformed, there would be no turning back until I was done.

Suddenly I lurched forward into the ground, the spiraling feeling of transformation beggining in my gut. Golden blood began to pour off of my lips like a waterfall as my skin began to peel off, revealing the shimmering, brown feathers underneath. I cringed, biting my bloody lips with such force that they started bleeding. My fingers began to shrink, until there was nothing left of my arms but sleek, feathery wings.

My nose elongated, becoming hard and sharp. I could feel more air rushing into my lungs, my heart beating faster and faster as my bones began to think inside my muscular body.

In a matter of minutes, I sat there on the Cliff of Eudoros, my golden brown eyes glistening in the moonlight. I flapped my wings, my leathery bird feet kicking up gravel as I did so. The transformation was complete- I was ready to fly with the Eagles of Dawnmarch.

The Eagles of Dawnmarch were the most powerful group of animal companions in the world. Composed of what they called, "The Flock', the Eagles of Dawnmarch had all been humans during life. They had all served my father, Lord Zeus of the Olympians. For their loyal service, they had been rewarded with a different, yet powerful, life-after-death. My father had transformed them into building-sized eagles, with golden feathers and deadly eyes. With beaks as sharp as steel, and claws that could rip through mountains, the Eagles were now the carries of Zeus's lightning bolts, and the protectors of the holy city of Dawnmarch.

And now I was going to fly with them. No, I wasn't dead. But Zeus had gifted me with this golden opportunity to fly amongst the greatest kings of the sky.

There was a loud crunch of the rock as Thamryis, the leader of The Flock, landed next to me. He had been a demigod son of Zeus, who had served our father well during life. As the most powerful eagle alive, he had naturally become the leader of the pack.

Thamryis was the biggest eagle of them all, almost half the size of a sky scraper. His eyes were silver, unlike the others', which were gold. His eagle head was clad in a steel, customized helmet. His already sharp-as-blades claws were covered in hook-shaped, steel claws. He was the ultimate flying menace.

"Are you ready, hatchling?" he asked, adressing me by the common name for rookies.

"Y-yes, brother," I said, my voice trembling slightly.

Thamryis glared at me through his cold, dark helmet. "Silence your voice. There can be no uncertainty in the sky. You must fly with confidence, or you will die."

I nodded swiftly, tucking my wings in tight. "Yes sir."

Suddenly, Thamryis let loose a blood boiling screech. In a matter of seconds, three other Flock members were behind us.

"Welcome Myrmidon,

WIP







