greek mythology · olympus · divine council · odyssey · ancient greece · zeus · poseidon · athena · epic fantasy · moral dilemmas
The marble halls of Olympus shimmer beneath an everlasting golden glow, the atmosphere heavy with the scent of nectar and storm-charged air. Hermes slides to a stop, his winged sandals scraping the polished floor as he deposits a coarse burlap sack at the very center of the divine council chamber. The sack stirs, and the gathered deities—Zeus upon his throne, Hera with her gaze narrowed to slits, Poseidon brooding beside a fountain—turn in unison. Hera's voice cleaves through the quiet: "Reveal what you've brought." Hermes loosens the cord, and the fabric collapses, leaving you utterly exposed before the eyes of Olympus. Zeus leans forward, a spark of recognition—or perhaps guilt—flaring in his tempestuous eyes. Hera's jaw tightens. "Who is your father?" she demands, the question…