“The child will not leave this plane without the permission of its mother.” The angel replied.
“Do not tend to tell me my business angel.” Ares lashed out. “I do not intend to remove him from this place.”
Discord stepped to her brother’s side. “Ares, surely you are not considering leaving my nephew with this woman?”
“No not considering. I have decided. The child will stay with Syria. When he is of age and in need of his father—whichever that may be—all you need is to call and I will answer.” He place the child within his mother’s arms.
“Ares I will not stand or this.” The Queen snapped. “You have allowed this mortal to corrupt you. He is my grandson and he will run and play amongst the clouds as his father and those before him. Discord, collect the child, I tire of this nonsense. “
Discord moved towards Syria. “Hand me the child mortal.”
“His name is Gideon and I will do no such thing.”
Ares positioned himself between discord and Syria. As he did, the three angels drew their swords
“Ares, my brother you would stand against your own mother and me for this human?”
“What’s right is right Discord. It has nothing to do with choosing sides.”
Hera laughed. “What, do you believe he belongs in heaven? Over my dead body.”
Gabriel raised his sword. “My dear Queen I will be most obliged to acquiesce your request.”
Hera gasped at the audacity of Gabriel’s forwardness.
Syria feared this altercation could quickly get out of hand. Deities’ battling on earth, no matter the reason, was not a good thing. She wondered if handing Gideon over to the gods would be best. She glanced up looking at the chaos before her. She clutched her son close to her bosom as tears flowed down her face.
The calamity brought to a sudden halt by a loud crash of lightning streaking across the sky, the clouds turned grey and thunder rolled across them. In the flash of a single bolt of light the God of thunder appeared.
He walked over to where Syria laid his face regal and commanding. Long silvery-white hair covered his head and extended down to his shoulders collecting into a lush flowing beard of snow. Syria was in awe of his great size. Ares was a large shape of a man by any account but he clearly stood in the shadow of his mighty father.
“Father. Ares dropped to a knee and discord quickly followed his lead.
Zeus said not a word; he showed no concern for the three Archangels who stood with weapons drawn. His attention was directed to the small bundle the mortal woman held in her arms.
“May I see the child little one.”
Syria unwrapped the blanket Gideon opened his eyes and the king of Gods was amazed at the alertness the baby displayed. A small hand reached from the blanket and clutched a finger of the enormous hand of the god.
“Ares the matter in whish this child—what is the child’s name?”
“Gideon.” Syria said her voice barely a whisper.
“Gideon. The name of a powerful warrior. A hero. He stroked his long beard. I like it. How the child came to be is now irrelevant. What is clear is he will need guidance. This is no ordinary child. He will hold great power; he will be a champion among champions. He turned to face here. The child will remain on earth as his fathers and his mother have agreed.”
“Silence!” His voice shook the trees thought the orchard. “As Ares as said, when it is time–and his mother will know when that shall be—she will call upon us if she so deems necessary. No one will”—he shot a hard glare at Hera and Discord—”will interfere in the life of this child or his mother. Is this agreeable to you Michael?”
The archangels sheathed their swords and Michael stepped forward. “It is most agreeable and honorable king Zeus. We are all at the ready awaiting to be beckoned by the child or his mother. Our duty will be protection. No harm shall befall either.”
“Then we are finished here.” He looked once more at Gideon. “I expect great things from you my boy. He stepped away and in a flash of lightning, he was gone.
“Oh I can’t believe this.” Discord shouted.
Discord. Her named rumbled through the clouds.
She gazed up to the skies. “Yes father.” In a whirlwind of black smoke, she too took flight and disappeared.”
“Know this mortal, I do not agree with my husband’s decree, but got my grandson’s sake I will abide.” With a wave of her hand Hera escaped backed to the mountain of God and Goddesses.
Areas kneeled beside Syria. The God of War humbled by a pair of baby blues to match that of his own. “Syria I am sorry.”
“Do not apologize, Ares. As your father said, it does not matter how he came to be, all that matters is that he is here. You and Michael have given me the most wonderful gift I could ever receive.” She looked down at the little bundle. “My Son.”