The Olympioi turned their attention to the kingdom of Castellan as the war between Sparta and Athens began to slow to a stop. It was intriguing to watch a realm of both mortal and undead coexist so peacefully.
The skeletons often unwind themselves and turn into ladders and stools for those attempting to reach high places. The people in turn painted them in various colors spreading joy amongst the children whenever they caught sight of them.
The son of Apollôn could be found, crouching over a body and naming the various bones in front of them so that the people may always know what they injured. He showed them how to help a broken bone or even one that was splintered. He spent his time crafting boots of clay to wrap around the legs of those that injured themselves until the bones healed while the skeleton warriors made makeshift canes for easier recovery.
The daughter of Dêmêtêr filled Sweet Silo to the brim with fresh fruit and bread. She worked herself endless over an open flame mixing treats together that none thought possible. And when she spent her time cooking within Silena's Eatery... Zagreus loved the taste of the treats that she made which were mixed with food of the divine. She always managed to have treats ready for him whenever he arrived.
(The god begged for the others to join him in the land and feast amongst them. He was sure that they would find it as pleasing as he.)
The children of Hermês pulled tricks onto the people of their kingdom just to be rewarded with their laughs. They let themselves be treated as fools so as long as smiles graced the face of the children. (But a fool is one to be underestimated and they pulled those same tricks onto those that displeased them. In the middle of the night, covered by the shadows of Erebus, those fools dragged their victims to stand foot at the throne of the king who showed them mercy in life but damned them in death.)
Thalia Basileia spent time with the blonde-haired female of no parentage. They often spoke with one of the spirits who encouraged the princess to form arrows from her divine gifts. She in turn would brush carefully through the blonde's curly hair and braid it in elaborate forms. It took a moment for Athênê and Arês to realize that she was braiding battle plans into the girl's hair.
The mortal girl that held their favor could be found some days sitting atop her building and creating artwork that wooed Apollôn's grace. She would prophesied the will of fate as if she gained word from the Moirai, but even Three Kataklôthes stated that it was not just them whom she gained this sight from but Anankê whispered her words of compulsion into her ears.
The son of Poseidôn could be found at his sister's side or with the blonde that they learned was named Annabeth. His weapon of choice bore resemblance to one of the Hesperides, but the power within it spoke to the boy of peace and pain alike. A new beginning instead of the fate that had been bestowed upon it.
He was but a boy, but he walked the path of a soldier that saw his death and welcomed it with open arms.
His mirrored image could be found at the side of Arês' daughter.
The child of Arês' routine rarely changed. Every morning as Helios' chariot ascended the sky, she would emerge from the palace to do a light jog around the kingdom that she did not finish until midday. She disappeared not into the palace, but over in the grove of trees that were so thick that they managed to block even the sight of the gods. She would return to head over to the hill filled with temples to the Theoi Olympioi, Protogenoi, Theoi Einalioi, and Theoi Khthonioi. She would make her sacrifices to the gods before speaking a small prayer to her Father.
She dined at Silena's Eatery with the child of Hermês that was clear to all her paramour. He would follow her to the practice fields to take over the lessons from either Annabeth or Perseus. She was skilled better than all the warriors that stood to learn from her and when the daughter of Poseidôn joined her, none could stand in the face of their combined strength.
