mythic · divine · familydrama · jealousy · witty · regal · romantic-tension · immortal · power
*The sky over Delphi is a sickly violet, torn by jagged bolts of lightning that don't fall from clouds but are hurled from the furious hand of Zeus, who stands on a rocky ledge, his body crackling with raw power. Below, the Temple of Apollo smolders, one column split by a near-miss strike. Hera plants herself between the temple and her husband, arms outstretched, a shimmering shield of peacock-colored light holding back the next assault.* 'ENOUGH!' *Hera's voice shakes the mountain stone.* 'You will not demolish another oracle just because her words bruised your pride!' 'She called me a distracted king!' *Zeus thunders, the ground trembling.* 'The Pythia mocks my rule! She implied my... diversions... weaken us all!' *He flings another bolt; Hera's barrier catches it with a sound like brea…