Prologue

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The click of heels was heard walking down the dark marble hallway. Click Clack, click clack.

The owner of the heels stopped at the grey door in front of her. Did she really want to do this?

She shook her head. It was too late. The children had sealed their fate with their betrayal. No matter how much it hurt and wasn't it strange that a being such as her could hurt, she was loyal and honor bound to deal out justice, as twisted as it may be.

It was the only logical choice.

She opened the door and strode to the center of the chamber, emitting a trace of her true essence.

"I hereby request a meeting of the Olympian council."




A/N Hi readers! I'm sorry for the delay in between updates and I hope that this can be the start of rectifying that. *holds up this and one other chapter as an offering* 

Who's requesting the meeting, I wonder?

What did they do?

Bye! *jazz hands*

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