Reading Heroes of Olympus

Arrival

The Olympians of Ancient Greece all appeared in the Throne Room of Olympus looking slightly disgruntled and very confused. Some seemed to grasp what was happening sooner than others though.

Zeus looked around at the assembled council members and Hestia. Peculiar considering it wasn't a solstice. He glanced over and saw Hades and Persephone a few steps behind Hermes. Why would his brother dare to show himself on Olympus?

"HADES! What is the meaning of this?! Why would you bring us here?"

Apollo tried to stifle his snort. It was fairly obvious Uncle H was just as confused as the rest of them. He didn't bother to say anything- Hades could handle that. No good ever came from Apollo trying to argue with his father.

Hades didn't even look away from his wife. "And why, brother, would I wish to do that? I don't exactly have a burning desire to be criticized by my youngest brother."

Poseidon smiled slightly guiltily at Hades. While he may not have been the one who banished the King of the Underworld from Olympus, he certainly hadn't done anything to stop it.

Demeter flashed over to Persephone, fussing over her outfit, how much she'd been eating. "Thank the Fates that you are here, although it's a pity that your wretched husband is also here. We can make it work, let's get some bread into you!"

Persephone pulled her arm away. "Mother, I'm fine, I just saw you two months ago, plus I just had bread yesterday afternoon. I'm perfectly fine, I swear it. Besides, shouldn't we be worrying more about who had the power to bring us all here?"

"Yeah," Aphrodite agreed from where she was leaning into Ares, Hephaestus glaring. "Ares and I were just about to go on our date. We just got Phobos and Deimos to leave us alone."

"Well," Athena started, glancing around like she thought it should be obvious. "The Morai would be the only beings remotely powerful enough to summon 15 gods into one room." The other gods all nodded, this making sense.

Artemis looked right at Apollo, seemingly having an entire silent conversation with her twin. "The question is why, though."

As if on cue, 11 teenagers fell out of the sky, landing in an unceremonious and rather painful looking pile, a stack of five rather large books stacked neatly beside them. One boy shot up quickly as if he had been shocked.

"Gods, Thals, that freaking hurt." The rest of the teenagers pulled themselves off the ground, seemingly unaware of deities in in the room. The girl with short black hair, electric blue eyes, and a silver circlet smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry, you landed on top of me. Instinct and all that." The boy sighed heavily, though he didn't seem that annoyed. "It's fine. If you had landed on me I probably would've opened a hole in the ground and shoved you in."

Now that the teens were all standing, the gods looked at them closely, trying to see if they recognized them from anywhere. Hermes sorted through their features, sure that he would be able to remember who they were. Some looked vaguely familiar, and Hermes remembered nearly everyone he met.

There was a black haired boy with sea green eyes who was clutching a gray eyed blonde girl's hand like they thought the other was going to vanish. Hermes did a slight double take at this, being reminded of his uncle and sister. He pushed the notion out of his head. Poseidon and Athena hated each other.

There was the short boy that had gotten hurt who was pale with dark hair and eyes standing near a golden haired boy with sky blue eyes. The girl- Thals, she had been called- stood next to another intimidating girl with a long braid.

He looked over to the last five. A girl with eyes like Midas' gold and a bulky boy with short hair. The furthest from Hermes were a beautiful girl with ever-changing eyes and choppy hair. She held hands with a blond boy with eyes similar to the Thals girl, and was talking quietly to a curly haired short boy.