As Hercules sophmore year came to an end, he was losing some of his close friends. Those close to him had blood running through their veins that fought demons for centuries. How he attracted such a group was probably due to his own family. He wanted to stay away from that life as much a possible, though he found some interest in it, he didn't want to fight. He said his farewells before returning to a boring life at home. His parents often left for their day jobs but would find ways to still fit their traditions in. 

One of those many summer nights Hercules found himself in a dream state that was like one he never experienced before, to him it felt almost real. A sight unlike any seen before fell into his gaze. Upon a mountain top that over viewed the world, where each landmark and country was seen crystal clear, almost as if it was fake. The floor around him and the air that circulated was pure, a golden essence about it. It wasn't long till he jab in the shoulder by an elbow from a powerful force. Hercules was sent off balanced and turned around to see a giant among men stand before him, a tale to some but truth to others, Zeus. The god explained to the young man that the world wasn't as it seemed and there was a reason for families of blood to fight against the demons, that reason was not given but the gods could not directly interfere. Hercules was being taught the ways of the light and dark, of good and evil, why a balance must remain. Certain people were a key to that balance and his job was to partake in it. He was warned of a greater evil approaching, and the time to take up arms was now his responsibility, or his family would fail and fall, the end of the blood of gods. That was then by the gods of Zeus and Hercules themselves, granted the young man the power of Godsent. Though not a god himself, he would have the strength and power to rival any man on Earth.

Waking up in a cold sweat Hercules eyes opened rapidly, his sight was slightly impaired from a set of dark lines covering his face. He quickly lifted his hand to wipe his face but ended up punching himself with a loud clang of metal. He was not used to his new strength, nor knew he had it. His thoughts scurried around trying to make sense of his dream all the while his body was moving too fast, destroying the bed and breaking his shelves as he got up. He stood still with his legs parted and his arms stretch out, he slowly moved his head to look down at his body, seeing a golden reflection of the sun bounce off of it. He was wearing an armor unfamiliar to him. He gently lifted his hand to raise the visor and give him clear vision of room again. It was trashed and half of everything was broken. He spotted a sheathed sword and a large shield leaned up against his bed, an unknown attraction to them. Hercules took his movements slow and steady, taking the sword and shield in hand, heading to the kitchen to see his family. They would have answers. As he stepped into the hallway he called for his parents, echoed by the banging of his armor against itself. He reached the stairs and was having a hard time navigating, he went to take a step and slipped, causing his golden glow in all to stumble down the stairs and end up face first into the ground at the bottom of the stairs. His parents greeted him with a smile before explaining what had happened to him.

He had experienced what was only shown in the family records, and none of the current living to witness. They followed the records to teach and educated Hercules in his new title of Godsent. It was explained that his powers were only activated when the armor was on, and the armor could only be summoned in a time of need, of course he would have to learn to shut it off first. The family brought him to their own personal hunting grounds where rifts commonly opened, a highway of a valley for demons. This is where the family that bore the blood of the gods fought and defended Earth. They put the young lad in the front lines. The three of the standing in arms waiting for the attacks to come. Hercules was nervous, never having experience in the field like this. Though his lack of battles, he was still by far the strongest in the family now. As the demons approached Hercules let his body feel itself in the suit and let his own intuition kick in. The suit seemed to move on it's own, or so speak to the user on where to move. Such skills were imprinted from those that wore the Godsent before him. This is how he trained, this is how he learned to fight.

The summer came to an end and Hercules had weeks of training, he learned to summon and return the Godsent suit whenever he needed. Its own history of war now embedded in the boy himself. It was time for him to return to his normal life of a student, but fight when it was necessary. 

One of Hercules's classes was an aid at the library, being a junior he was capable of having a couple free relaxed periods. He found the library to be peaceful, a place where he could be himself in silence or seek social interaction as many students frequented it. he's been there for over a month now and has yet to find new companions in school, with many of his friends from last year gone, he found his free time alone and boring. Though it never kept him down as he always had a book to keep his nose buried in. He just hopes that one day he has to fight at school, he won't be alone.