Borne From The Storm [Creating Greek Myths]

Chapter 8: The Lukewarm Beginning

[A/N: I am very sorry for this tremendous delay in posting this chapter because I have school. And so now that I am no longer a freshman, there is more homework for me to do. Same subjects but much harder. Algebra hates me :']. So I want to thank all of you for your support and I am impressed that in my absence, there is still an increase in the reads. I am sooo touched. THKS GUYSSSS! Shoutouts as usual now. Wheeeeee...]

Their face was spectacular I say. The fact that their face shows outright surprise and fear for the moment was grand. It is probably one of the few times that they actually show that face since they are gods and gods have to keep calm and act all mighty and all this godly business.

After a long period of stunned silence, Zeus finally opened his mouth, face purple with rage. "You dare- The NERVES!"

I looked at him evenly in his eyes matching his glare. "If I were your family would you do that?"

Zeus reeled back, stunned as though he was slapped. He became uncomfortably aware that all of the gods and goddess's were looking at him, including Hera.

"Under certain circumstances, I would do this on a case by case basis but you are not my family to begin with! Just a mere creature my sister Hestia created!" Zeus shouted.

Hestia looked up surprised and even stung.

"I am neither a creation of Hestia neither am I not your family. I am born a god. Born from the body of Mother Gaia as well. I am Gaia and Ouranos youngest and last son! For some many millenias, I was neither substantial but I have gained much knowledge. Knowledge that surpasses Athena's! I am NOT a child! In fact, I am your uncle! And so we are back at the first question. Will you do that to your family?" I snapped back.

An unsettled silence rose and wrapped around the throne room. Zeus for once looks unsure of his next move.

"A son of Gaia and Ouranos you say?" Zeus asked.

"Yes."

"Impossible." Zeus

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"Hmmm... I think that is all I can teach you. Just a reminder, the columns must be thick and able to sustain the roof ok? I think you will not like it to collapse on you during your dinner or something. Remember the formulae and why mortals use the I- beam." Athena murmured thoughtfully twirling her quill. The room was silent except for the soft dripping of the olive plant which was supplying its oil for the oil lamp. Athena definitely is trying to be self sufficient as it seems. "All that remains before you leave is... This." Athena puffed as she struggled with a thick misty volume of "Greek Architecture and The Wonders Of the Ancient Stronghold".

" I pretty sure this book never existed before..." I muttered gazing at it.

"Well duh. I was the one who authored it and I ain't that stupid to publicise this. Imagine mortals building THIS. Zeus will kill me after Prometheus deed." Athena rolled her eyes.

"I didn't know you were an author."

"I am the goddess of wisdom and how can you gain it without writhing or authors? Even hearsay can get so far but not as far as writing on good proper papyrus or paper or parchment." Athena replied as she put her quill down. "Take it as a gift. But be sure to build a library as well."

"Thanks... It IS FAR heavier than I thought it would be..." I grunted struggling to rise from my seat with the book.

"Well, that is not my business. Use your brains. Here, some help. Take it as a token for being such a good student." Athena retorted and picked up a quill that she had just put down and past it to me. "You are a god aren't you. You can do magic that much as I detest, surpass the laws of logic."