“What is the meaning of this?” Zeus’s voice thundered.
“Husband dear, it appears we have a supplicant,” Hera sat on her peacock-hued throne. “Have you come to goad us?”
“This one burst through the gates, Father,” Artemis intervened. “He was quicker than one of my huntresses.”
“We have already refused two fools just this morning. Are you under the misconception that we have time to dispense? Or do you long for death?” Ares raised his spear.
“I know him” Nemesis laughed, “I have heard his many unstrung prayers, he is one thirsty man.”
“Oh, the lovelorn, they make such mythical stories.” Aphrodite giggled.
“What is this book that you hold, child?” Calliope smiled.
“I shall warn you; such folly could bring dire consequences upon you, boy,” Zeus continued.
“Father,” Athena took off her owl-shaped helmet. “It is my ancient belief that it takes either the wisest or the most stupid to shoulder their way into Olympus. I have made his acquaintance before, I say we hear him.”
Zeus’s eyes flashed dangerously “Which one are you, boy?” He rose from his throne and took a step forward. “Speak.”
