Orb of the Protogenoi

The Olympians

It was a peaceful day at Mount Olympus, and the weather was favorable. Of course, the weather at Olympus was always favorable, for no rain or snow ever touched this place. The sun god has just recently harnessed his chariot of four horses and drove the sun across the sky, making a fresh start for the gods and goddesses of mount Olympus… or at least it was…

"ZEUS!"

In the southern part of Olympus, the halls of the palace echoed of the said name, waking up the other Olympians, to their displeasure, and they cannot do anything about it since they all knew who ruined their deep slumber.

In the hallways, a woman with a look that could kill hundreds of men was marching up the stairs, leading to her and her husband's private quarters. She is beautiful and elegant, like one of the women in a painting of Leonardo. As she reached the gigantic doors, she pushed it hard, hard enough to make the doors hit the walls loudly, waking the King of the gods. Zeus is what the people had often describe him, a tall and muscular god, with long and gray hair and beard, with wrinkles on his face because of the stress his work and his wife gave him.

The private quarters of Zeus and his wife, Hera, overlooked the famous cities of Greece. It was an open place, with only the pillars encircling them and marble roofing over their heads. At the center was their pillar bed with white silk draping on them and other furniture surrounded the place.

"Ohhh, you're awake now. Good, that's good, because you and I need to talk!" shouted the queen of the Gods.

"Ugh~."

"Don't you "ugh~" me! Get up!" shouted Hera.

"Just five more minutes…" mumbled Zeus.

"ZEUS!"

...

Now this made her angrier than before, she hated being ignored, especially if the one who was ignoring her was Zeus. Instead of shouting again, Hera picked up a vase and threw it at the sleeping god.

"What-, what the-, oh for goodness sake, Hera! I'm trying to sleep here! I've been up all night doing my work and this is the thanks I get?...And is that Apollo's vase?! He gave that to us on our anniversary!" exclaimed Zeus.

"I. Don't. Care! He's your bastard child, not mine!" shouted Hera angrily. Hera was reminded yet again of her husband's infidelity, which did not please her.

On the other hand, Zeus was pinching the bridge of his nose, thinking what was wrong with his wife. Then it hit him. "Hera, if you're thinking about "that", I swear on…myself, I haven't slept with anyone these past hundred years because of my duties. I-I mean I can't even look at a woman these days!"

Hera knew about this and what he said was true and coming from her husband, this lessened her anger. But she wasn't angry because of that, there was of course, another problem at hand, which her husband forgot about. This time, she calmed herself and decided to adjust her attitude. She sighed. "I know Zeus, I'm not blind. Anyway, I didn't wake you up because of that."

"Oh…alright, I'll just go back to sleep then." said Zeus, who went back under the covers.

"Zeus!" called Hera. She strode over to the bed and threw back the covers.

Zeus groaned. "What?"

"Look, I'm not waking you up just for nothing, and from the looks of it, you've already forgotten about it!" said Hera.

"Forgot about what?" asked Zeus.

"The celebration Zeus! The celebration of our birthday! We were supposed to plan it this week with the others!" said Hera, like it was the end of the world.