Relieving Memories

Explanations

...And Falling Kids from the Future

Mount Olympus was a beautiful place. With the remains of the original Greek architecture flourishing throughout the room and happy sounds and smells everywhere. Nymphs wandered freely and spirits existed peacefully while occasionally chatting with the minor gods and goddesses.

In the Olympian throne room, the Olympian Council had been called into a monthly session. Hestia tended her hearth as she observed her family with resignation. It was the same situation every time.

Poseidon and Athena were arguing. As usual. Admittedly, it wasn't as bad as it had been originally and over the centuries, they'd calmed down from more destructive fights. Despite this, verbal arguments (like the one they involved with currently) were a common occasion that drove everyone around them insane.

Zeus was talking with Hera who had accused him of cheating (again) with a mortal woman. Zeus studiously denied such a thing insisting that he'd done nothing with a mortal since the birth of his daughter. Hestia wasn't one to make judgment, but she wouldn't be surprised if this was a lie. Her youngest brother often had a hard time keeping himself away from the mortals.

Hermes and Apollo were talking with each other and messing with Artemis. The poor goddess. Even as Apollo teased her about being the youngest (she wasn't) and Hermes playfully insulted her height (she was still in her 12-year-old appearance) they did care about each other. Hestia was thankful that one small part of her family was okay with showing they cared.

Hades had been dragged from his domain to Olympus for this little get together and seemed to hate every minute of it. She didn't blame him as Demeter ranted at him over her daughter, Persephone who was sitting next to her husband trying to soothe her mother.

Ares and Hephestus had taken to their usual activities of sharpening their weapons (Ares) and fiddling with mechanical parts (Hephestus) while taking some time out to fuss over Aphrodite. The young goddess herself giggled playfully and watched her husband and boyfriend with interest while they worked.

Dionysus sat calmly in the corner of the room trying to go unnoticed. It was a typical habit of his every time he came to these monthly meetings. Hestia understood. These gatherings had been her idea and none of her siblings, nieces or nephews had had the heart to argue with her. In addition to the meeting, she had managed to convince Zeus to allow Dionysus wine and grapes for the duration of the gathering. As such, the wine god took care to stay out of everyone's way and enjoy the reprieve from his punishment.

Hestia straightened up to head over and help Persephone with Demeter when a gentle flash of light covered her vision. When it disappeared it left five blankets on the floor. Upon closer inspection, the blankets were gently moving up and down showing someone was curled up inside of them.

Hestia approached the bundles. After all, she was the most peaceful Olympian so hopefully whoever was in there wouldn't be frightened by her. She shook the blankets closest to her and was greeted with a sleepy yawn and wiggling. She shook the blankets again and a black-haired teenager sat up yawning.

She rubbed her eyes tiredly and glanced up at her. Hestia swallowed her startled gasp at the electric blue eyes that fell on her foggy with sleep and confusion. It took a moment but recognition flooded her gaze and she straightened up. The girl quickly reached over to the nearest blanket pile and shook it roughly. A grumble of protest rose from the blankets but an exhausted blonde rose from the pile.

While the newest awake person gained their bearing, the black-haired girl stood revealing basketball shorts (black) and a black tank top as she marched over to the other three blankets. Without further ado, she shook awake the smallest bundle of the pile. She received wiggling and squirming but not a sound came from the pile.