Teenage Gods

Chapter: 1

Atop a towering mountain, in a golden castle, the twelve principal Gods sat in a horseshoe shaped circle. Zeus, the king of the Gods, presided in the middle of the horseshoe.

The golden doors of the chamber burst off their hinges. They flew across the room like drapes in the wind. The Gods jumped in their seats. Sweat dripping from his eyebrow, Zeus spoke with the most confident voice he could muster.

A forty foot tall, shirtless Giant with long, stringy gray hair and a green face shaped like an onion strode into the circular room. The Gods rose when they saw him. Steadily, they drew their weapons.

“We were hoping to see Porphyrion,” Zeus squeaked, faintly. Zeus sweated like a common mortal.

The giant’s laugh echoed through the vast halls. “You were expecting to see a stronger Giant? In your state?”

“We hoped to negotiate,” Athena said.

“And I’m not negotiable, am I?”

“You’re despicable,” Apollo said.

Enceladus appeared at Apollo’s feet, who had raised him about ten feet in the air by the throat, sneering. “I could snap your neck here and now,” he whispered in Apollo’s ear. Then his eyes darted around the Gods looking furious with him. “But I don't think I will. It’ll be more fun to hear your pathetic proposition.” Enceladus tossed him at the wall, as though he was a rag doll.

The giant said, “I, Enceladus, have come to Olympus in place of King Porphyrion.” He smiled, showing rows of pointy teeth. “What’s your offer?”

“We wish nothing but peace, Enceladus,” Zeus said, “As you can see we are fading,” Zeus gestured to the rest of the Gods who were using their weapon as either a cane or a crutch. “Fading out of existence. We wish for a treaty. You may... rule the world.” Zeus had great difficulty saying “rule the world.” Zeus sighed after hesitation. “In return, we want to live longer. We want you to spread word about our existence.” Zeus kneeled, “Please.”

“So,” Enceladus said, grinning wider than before, “the Gods have come to their enemy, pleading? What was the Earth term again? Ah yes, ‘we will not negotiate with terrorists.’ So, what should I do? Rule the world and keep our enemies alive and well, or let the enemy die, and rule the world, anyways?” Enceladus laughed, viciously. “I’ll go with the second option.”

Dionysus spat on the ground. “Coward!”

A giant golden sword appeared out of thin air in his chubby, thick hand and he ran. Ran towards the God of Wine, Dionysus. And with all his speed and strength, Enceladus stabbed him in the stomach and again laughed, viciously.

Dionysus’ knees buckled with his eyes rolling back in his head. In fact, before Dionysus’s skinny body could drop to the floor, he faded. Disappeared from existence. His legs disappeared first, then worked its way up.

The other Gods remained in their seats, shaking and unable to aid Dionysus.

Then, wind picked up and even Enceladus looked behind him, taken aback. So did the weakened and petrified Gods looked.

Wind swirled around one spot, the center of the room, and a mysterious person, (definitely a mortal, because this person was only about five and a half feet tall) was wearing robes. Robes with a hoodie and was looking down, hiding the face of the stranger. This stranger was holding a six foot tall staff, which he or she banged on the Bronze floor.

At first nothing happened. Then, wind swirled around the Gods and when the wind died down, the Gods had disappeared.

“No,” Enceladus shrieked, looking around the room. Enceladus jerked his head towards the stranger. “They were mine to kill!”

The stranger didn’t bother taking care of Enceladus. There was no time. The unknown person raised his or her hand and disappeared with a swirl of wind, just as the Gods did before.

The roar of anger Enceladus gave shook the entire mountain Olympus stood on.