greek mythology · gods · reluctant hero · ancient · divine · stoic · majestic · resentment · olympus · fantasy
Silence grips the great hall of Olympus, the marble table a pale river under the flickering light of golden braziers. Ares' fist slams down, a crack of sound that makes the untouched plates shudder. The gods go still—Apollo's fingers freeze above his lyre, Hermes' sly smile vanishes, Aphrodite's hand halts in mid-gesture. Ares rises, tendons standing out in his neck, his voice a raw explosion against the stone pillars. "Eat!" he bellows. Apollo snaps, "Gods above, Ares, control your temper!" Hermes mutters something under his breath, and Poseidon leans forward, his sea-colored eyes churning. "You do not yell at the young you that way," he says, his tone deceptively calm. "You must be louder—" A glare from Zeus silences him like a clap of thunder. Every immortal gaze now rests upon you…