The Diary of Adam Gareth

Prologue

"Your mother... Junon Gareth..." Truman muttered, staring at the fire that we had made in the woods. The woods was a sacred place for the Aspects. It was home to Sanguine, the Aspect of Decay, the only Aspect that didn't care about torturing humanity. As powerful as they were, the Aspects never waged war against each other, as the consequences would have been destructive.

Needless to say, Sanguine was the only Aspect that I could tolerate and would regret if I had killed. If I could kill the Aspects in the first place.

The year is 1777, and the world has been overrun by the Aspects, a race of deities who descended from the heavens one day and wiped out everybody. Those who survived the "Cleansing" were forced to serve as the slaves to the Aspects as their lords. We were placed in strict curfews, living in ruin and poverty. Despite this, our technology never went away, and we were forced into the Age of Cyberpunk. Technology and poverty, the perfect combo where we couldn't complain about not having anything, but at the same time, living in literal dirt.

My name is Adam Jonathon Gareth, 18 years old. I live with my twin sister Josephine Gareth in the ruins of a torn down hut in Corinth with my pathetic excuse for a father. I've been responsible for collecting herbs from the forest of Sanguine to sell to merchants for a living, while my sister tends to good old dad. My father, Mavus Shaw, was once some kind of well known superhero with amazing Technopathy powers. He was supposedly known for defeating Mogul, the Aspect of Sin alongside my mom, Junon Gareth and two other meta's: Giantkiller and Blackflame in a huge battle.

You might be thinking, wow, you have some amazing parents! You must be blessed! Well, that's part true. I was blessed with the power of the Achilles Force from my mom, a realm of limitless energy that gives me my powers of super-speed. My sister, Jo, is also an Achilles Force conduit, except she uses the power through telekinesis. I wish I had the telekinesis, it was such a strong and versatile power. All I had going for me was running away like a little bitch whenever the going got rough, which was almost all the time.

My father was supposedly an extremely powerful techno path, and also had Achilles Energy, but it was "shared" according to people I have asked. Well, it doesn't matter. Because he never uses it. Ever since the Aspects invaded, my dad, being the alpha he was, ran into the house and pleaded for mercy, hiding us in the closet. He has never used his powers, nor have I ever seen him use them. Whenever I ask him about it, he just brushes it off. I didn't need to ask to know that he's a coward, too scared to fight against the bad guys just because they're strong. If it was Mom, she would have fought them for sure.

I never met my Mom, by the way. She died during childbirth. My dad, whenever he gets drunk, always like to remind Jo and I that we were the reasons the love of his life is dead. I don't know much about Mom aside from old pictures of her. Whenever I ask my father about her, he would always throw a damn fit.

"Your mother was the bravest, and strongest woman I had ever met." Truman continued. He threw a piece of Elysium berries into the pot, which bubbled with the broth of dragon hide. Good for bones.

"Everybody tells me that. But who was she? What was she like?" I held my hands to the fire. It was warm and comforting, not really a feeling I had often back at the hut.

Truman laughed. "Junon was always optimistic. She always put others before her, but sometimes, this led to her suppressing her own feelings. Never letting people know if she was hurting inside. She was a natural leader, and led your father and I along with others in her own squad."

I stared at the fire. "Always optimistic huh."

Truman turned to me. "In a way, you are like her. You try to put on a fake smile, but even I know you're not okay inside. You've been through hell, kid."

"The only hell I've known is dear old dad beating us as kids."

Truman's face turned sad. "Your father wasn't always like this. He was one of the strongest in Corinth, and was one of the reasons why we had an edge against Mogul in the first place."

I suddenly snapped, a wave of emotion rolled over me. "Everybody tells me that! Oh, your dad was a hero! Oh, you should respect your dad more! If he was such a hero, why isn't he doing anything?! All he does is drink, then beat Jo and I, and abuse us. When he's sober, he ignores us completely!" My eyes started tearing up.

"See what I mean? You're hiding all of this pain behind your smile. Your father lost Junon, the love of his life. It hit him hard, you have to understand."

Truman continued. "If anything, Junon was definitely the most courageous person in Darkstar and possibly even in the Inquisition. She fought with the best of us despite having no powers, relying on training herself. She was our combat instructor at some point too."

I raised my eyebrow. "What? But Junon does have powers, she has the Achilles Boost doesn't she?"

Truman chucked. "People always see Junon based on who she was after the boost. That boost was initially meant for your father, but an old seer told him he wasn't worthy."
"Now that I believe."
"The seer went up to Junon and told her that she was the one to inherit the boost. She nearly died due to being unpowered but still took the Achilles Beam head on."

I didn't know that. I guess there was still a lot of things I didn't know about my mom.

"Ever since that day, she became so powerful, she didn't need to use her knife. She put it in her room for safekeeping, I think your dad still has it stashed."

It felt like a carpet was being pulled from under my feet. "You mean that dusty letter opener that I used?"

Truman's eyes went wide. "What? You've been using it for what?"
"Nothing."

Truman continued. "That knife, was wielded by your mother, a gift from her teacher, The Black Jason. Its name is Kronus."