Prince Charming Diaries vol. 3 DOSP, Part 3

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Diary of a Somber Prince

Part 3

Harvest, 30, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

You awoke me out of my beauty sleep complain that Persephone refused to eat anything. You were all worked up that she would either starve or die of thirst. As if you did not know that food and drink is unnecessary in the Underworld, like on Prometheus' Rock. But once you taste the food of the darkness you are bound to me and my world and must always come back or die.

I leaped out of bed and flung my clothes on. Obviously you were trying to bind her to the me the easiest way. Well, I had other plans.

“I will take care of this.” I told you, “You get out of here.” You did not listen as usual, but followed me down to the prisoner where the girl was.

Persephone was seated on the floor, her knees drawn up to her chin and her face buried in them. On a little tray in front of her rested a silver plate piled with the finest fruit of the Underworld. A goblet of sweet nectar sat beside the plate. I knocked, then entered without waiting for an answer. The girl looked up under her curtain of red curls and cringed. I advanced, leaving her with one choice, move. She slid backwards awkwardly.

“What is this I hear about you not eating?” I demanded coldly, as I kicked the tray. Pomegranate seeds scattered over the stone floor like drops of blood.

“I would rather die than eat your food, you dirty kidnapper!” she cried, as she leaped lightly to her feet. Her face was flushed and her hands clenched.

“A pity.” I said coldly, “But sadly for you that would take to much work. You see, down here in the Underworld, simply refusing to eat will not kill you. Eating is not required for survival, I occasionally like to do it, for no other reason then to satisfy my mouth. But on the other hand, if you eat the food of the Underworld you are doomed to remain here forever.” I flashed a grin at her. “Tomorrow we get married, so you may as well eat up. You are trapped here anyway.” I turned and walked out.

As I shut the door behind me, I heard the silver dish smash against it and Persephone's enraged scream. I nearly shuddered, but I managed to regain my composure in time. You and Charin were staring at me.

“Get about you lazy louts!” I snarled, “I want this place in sparkling order for the wedding!” You and the ferryman fairly jumped over me in your haste to escape my wrath as I stormed past.

Hades

Rainy Season, 1, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

“The whole world weeps for Persephone today, your grace.” you told me as you awoke me out of sound sleep.

“They will find something else to weep for if you do not leave me alone!” I snarled and tried to hide under my cushions. But you were even more determined. 

“Today is the wedding.” you informed me. I wished the ceiling would fall down and crush me. I never regretted anything more then I regretted my choice to get married.

Whether or not Persephone or I was ready for a wedding, we had it. I have nothing more to say on the subject. I returned to my chamber and tried not to get sick. What had I done? How could I be so hateful and cruel? How could I marry a Nymph? A daughter of the sunlight? How could I drag her down into my dark pit of despair? How could I marry her beneath my Pomegranate Trees surrounded by the scowling civilians of my realm? 

I was working myself into a pleasant state of self-pity when you came in. You are always annoying me. I wish you would go away. Can you not see that I am very busy.

“Hades!” you said sternly, “Do you do things like this as an excuse to sulk?” How dare you?

“Nobody loves me!” I moaned.

“That is because you are so unlikeable!” you said. Don't you have any sympathy for my misery?

“Not even you like me!” I sulked.

“Sometimes I hate you!” you retorted. I sat up and threw my blackwood bookends at you.

“Get out of here!” I snarled. You ducked and vanished out the door. Why would you go away and leave me all by myself when I am so unhappy? You are so mean! One day I will shrivel up and die all alone and then you will be sorry! Just you wait, Orpheus!

Hades

Rainy Season, 2, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

How many times have I told you that I do not want you playing your cursed harp in my realm! Music belongs to the sun. We belong to the night. When you strike your stringed torture device you set everyone moaning and taring their hair. Would you stop that racket! Wait a second is someone else singing with you? I listened hard. In addition to your worthless voice, I could hear a woman's voice. That girl. Persephone. She had hidden herself in her little cell and refused to come out. But now she was singing in harmony with you. I heard Nymphs are drawn to song, and cannot help singing when they hear it. But I had not expected one to sing in the dark and captivity.

Oh listen my brothers

Oh listen my sisters

To a tale we know

A tale of five Heroes

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

Side by side

Two brothers left

To change the world

To find their destiny

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

Three warriors from the Jungle

Three sisters armed for war

Daughters of the Queen

Three Destinies to Seek

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

Two Stars and Three Warriors

Lost in the Sea

Seeking the Lost City

Five Heroes nevermore to return

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

Luthian of Telmar

Child of a nobody

Brother of Silmar

Outcast to his people

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

Caliar, Julia, Monica

Disgraced in battle

Sisters of the Amazons

Outcasts forever

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

Five lost souls

Five seeking to clear their names

Five in search of glory

Five sailing beyond the Unknown

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

Cyclops and Harpies

Battled out Heroes

Dragon fire

Treacherous Men

Five ways to change the world

Five ways to find your destiny

Five ways to break your heart

Five souls lost

The singing faded. I had learned the epic by heart in school. It was a forbidden song, but I had liked it. Father said it encouraged rebellions so it had been banned. It was a long piece, going on to say how the five heroes had sailed to unknown lands and returned alive. How they had defied the Star Father and the Amazon Queen. But I hated the end. Luthian had been captured and condemned to the Monster in the Maze. Caliar, he love, had followed him down and died in his place. Luthian had then killed himself. This probably was a picnic for the monster. The others suffered equally tragic fates. Except for Silmar. He had simply vanished. He was the one that was mentioned the least. But it was common myth that he had gone into the maze with Luthian and had been killed before Silmar cast herself between the monster and her lover. 

I sighed. Your singing does have a certain soothing effect, even if the piece is a tragedy. I left my chamber and peered out into the gloom. To my surprise, Persephone had left her chamber. She was leaning against a Pomegranate tree. A strange splash of fire against the black wood of the Underworld fruit trees. In the past the only color in my realm was the reddish black of the fruits, but now Persephone was here. She seemed to be made of color. Fire, grass, sunlight and sky. In a way she seemed to belong in that fruit grove. A single torch of light in the darkness.

Hades

Rainy Season, 6, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

Rhadamanthus, Charon and I were discussing some very important disciplines when we heard the screams of the Erinyes Sisters. These three dark skinned winged females were the executioners of the Underworld. With their stinging whips they patrolled the realm searching for those in need of discipline. But they were often silent. Now their voices were raised in screams. This was a thing uncommon for them.

Rhadamanthus bowed low, you came running, and Charon commanded silence. Persephone ventured a little ways out of the fruit grove, as though curious. 

“The little shrew has returned.” he muttered.

“Eris!” I screamed, “How many times have I told you that you don't do that down here!” There was a flash of exploding golden light. I howled in agony as it burned my eyes. Then she appeared. Eris was a Nymph of light. Her whole body radiated sunlight. Her long golden curls cascaded down her back in rippling waves. Her black armor was tinted with gold. But in spite of the light radiating from this particular creature, one look at her face and one would shudder. It might have been considered beautiful if seen at the right moment. But the black ringed eyes were drawn together in wicked glee. White tattoo spikes jutted out from the black. Her lips were curled in a sneer. This was Eris, Queen of discord.

So long ago that the year had long since been lost, Eris had eaten the fruit of discord, now only her presence could turn the best of friends into the worst of enemies. She delighted in taring people apart, creating feuds, and loved blood. One of my ancestors had singlehandedly captured her and banished her into the darkest pits of the Underworld. When I had arrived she quickly became a fierce ally. I liked to send her to Olympus and stir up as much trouble as possible. It was delightful. But she had a wicked heart and would sometimes do the same for my Underworldlings, which was annoying.

“My prince.” Eris smirked, “I have brought my report from the sunlit world.” she spat out the last two words as if they left a bad taste in her mouth.

“Well tell me and leave the sisters alone.” I snarled, “Believe me you do not want their avenging whips turned on you.” Eris laughed.

“How funny!” she laughed, “I am so good that I can make fools forget me while they struggle with one another. You are quite gifted too, but you need to practice more.”

“Why thank you.” I said dryly, “But I don't want your flattery!”

“I am not one for foolish words, your highness.” Eris sneered, “I meant it. You can sew discord in people's hearts without the help of magic. A gift. You simply need to practice and cultivate it.”

“That's what I have you for.” I muttered.

Rhadamanthus stirred and scowled even more ferociously then usual. I glanced at him. He had never liked Eris. He thought her to bright. But in a way she was darker then all the rest of us. Certainly Persephone seemed more colorful then the radiating Eris. I think the Nymph of Discord was just plain evil and took a pleasure in pain, just like my brother Aris.

“The High Lord of Olympus has to start over again on the treaty between the Star People and the Mythicals.” Eris said, and licked her lips, as if she tasted something delicious, “King Cepheus got stabbed by one of the Star Ambassadors. Unfortunately he did not die.” I laughed. I did not care if he died or not. Stabbing the king of the Mythicals was going to cause some major problems. It was a beautiful thought. This would be another bitter herb for Zeus to swallow.

Hades

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Diary of a Somber Prince

Part 2

Harvest, 25, Year of the Screaming Turtle.

My dear Orpheus,

I was rather annoyed at you yesterday so I said nothing about Translo or Pluto. I wish that this book was actually you and your could feel my annoyance radiating throughout you. No matter how silver tongued and honey sweet your singing was at the moment, you would not be able to shake off my annoyance.

So when I stir the pool of Lethe with the Staff of the Underworld I am able to communicate with Princes of the Underworlds of the other six worlds. Translo. To him, and him alone I share my grievances with. He can relate to my position. Being a few years older then me, he knows how to deal with most of the problems I deal with. Yesterday I ranted and raved at him for a few minutes.

“No one likes me and there is nothing to do.” I finished sullenly. Translo crossed his legs, yawned, then sat up straight and looked hard at me.

“So you finally realize that it is a lonesome business living in the Underworld. Well, go find yourself a wife.” he said abruptly.

“A what?” I squawked.

“Believe me, it makes a world a difference.” he said, “A wife can be a friend and companion. Better then anything else you could find.”

“Are you telling me that you are married.” I said at last.

“If you wish, I can introduce you to Clarissa.” Translo replied.

I had to sit down and think for a minute. I had figured that Translo and the other lords were as somber and unfriendly to other people as me, but apparently not.

“What does your wife think about your home?” I asked after a long silence. My knowledge of Underworlds was that women were very scarce. While men were usually plentiful or often fell down, women rarely did. For every female child born in the dark, about twenty boys were also born. That was the whole yearly population. 

“Well, I met Clarissa in the Overworld and fell in love with her there.” Translo explained, “But I could never bring her down into the dark. The air is poison to humans, so they would have to remain inside.”

“Clearly you did bring her down.” I said dryly. Translo shook his head.

“Apparently I raved to much about her and my father kidnapped her.” he said, “He told me he was fetching me a wife. It was not until the wedding I saw what he had been done. I was so ashamed I never told her who I was for about a year.”

“Well, I have no father.” I said bitterly, “He was murdered.”

“You told me about that, remember.” Translo said sharply, “You tell me that every time we talk.” I sulked. He could have a little more sympathy. 

“I would never recommend that you kidnap your wife.” Translo said after a pause, “She tried to escape about twenty times, last time she would have succeeded, but then she returned.”

“Why?” I demanded, “It certainly was not your looks.”

“She never saw my face, I always wore a mask.” he said dryly.

“Creepy!” I commented, “No wonder she fled.”

“When my father kidnapped her, she was trying to carry an antidote for the Teslonian disease to her brother. She had braved formidable foes and danger to find away to save him.” Translo shook his head and continued, “But when the antidote was lost she came back. She had made a vow before the Alter, so she came back.” I stared at him.

“I would not have come.” I said bluntly. He laughed.

“Turns out I was lucky.” he said, “She was half Underworldling in the first place, already loved me, a woman of her word, and her brother did not die either. Her uncle faked the disease to get her killed. I doubt there is a woman on your world who could match my Clarissa.” I scowled.

“Yeah, my mother!” I snarled.

But after I left the pool and wandered through the Pomegranate grove I took time to think about what I had been told. A wife would be ideally, but I preferred revenge. Maybe I would scout around in the upperworld. I still had the Cap of Invisibility Zeus had given me. I rarely used it because it came from him. But it would prove useful. 

Hades

Harvest, 26, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

I suppose everyone is wondering where I went. Well Charon would sulk if I told him I was leaving by another way then his ferry. Actually I did leave by his ferry. I was invisible. But anyway, I have great plans. I was heading for the upperworld. I would find a wife or something better. Any mischief was better then nothing.

I had not gone far from the black forest, which surrounded the gateway of the Underworld, when I heard singing. I detest singing. It was a form of torture created by Nymphs or other equally detestable Mythical creatures. I had to cross the Spiral River to reach the singing. I used the stone bridge. Since very few people go to the Black Forest the bridge is in great disrepair. The Black Forest and the Gateway to the Underworld are located on an what could be considered an island. Spiral River cuts it off from the rest of Sea World.

There were Mythicals dancing in the glade. What were Mythicals doing so deep in the lands of the Free People? I drew a little closer for a better look. One girl in particular caught my eye. She was dancing in the center of the ring, her long curly red hair was flowing about her like a tangled waterfall. She was dressed all in green and looked rather like a flower. It was she who was singing. It was Persephone. I smiled. She would be the one I would chose for my wife. She had once been the ward of Zeus. He was overprotective of his five wards. If I took Persephone down into the darkness, my brother would not be able to do anything about it. He would be well punished. I smiled grimly. It was a delightful idea. I turned and rowed back across the Spiral. I would rather have revenge then a constant companion. I could live without that. But revenge was sweet.

Hades

Harvest, 27, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

Today I gathered you all together and announced my plans for marriage. I had never seen a more flabbergasted group of humanoids. 

“Marriage?” Charon said at last, “With who? Eruidice?” Eruidice was one of the few women in the entire Underworld. She was the only unmarried one. But I happen to know that you had better plans for her. Not sure if you deserve each other. She is to good for you and you are to good for her. So I will not smile on your marriage. 

“No, not Eruidice.” I said. I had not even considered her. She would have been ideal. But I did not like her, she is always following your around with that puppy look in her eyes. It makes me sick. Ick!

“Congratulations, Hades.” Prometheus said at last, “Who is the un- ahem- lucky bride.” I frowned at him. His attempt at humor was revolting. 

“Her name is Persephone.” I said dryly, “A Mythical.”

“Why would you bring a mythical here?” you asked most unfeelingly. You are in love too, why would you ask such a stupid question.

“Listen you pea brained nincompoops!” I snarled, “Persephone  was the ward of Zeus. To take her wold injure him. That is good for us and bad for his moral.”

“So you take your anger out on an innocent girl?” Prometheus demanded.

“Shut up!” Charon told him, “The master can make his own decisions.”

“The girl has feelings too.” Prometheus snapped, “What if she does not agree to this plan.” he glared at me, “I hope you told her.” I shrugged.

“I will.” I said.

“Prometheus is right, you know.” you said. 

“No one asked you!” I said angrily, “This is just one stop in defeating the Olympians.” 

“You are one of them.” you muttered. I slapped you hard.

“Never!” I snarled, “Nothing in the world will make me one of them! If you ever say such a thing again, I will fling you into the deepest part of Lethe!” You were sickeningly polite the rest of the day.

Hades

Harvest, 28, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My dear Orpheus,

The plans have been settled for the capture of Persephone. We leave at midnight. Spinx has been watching her from the skies and communicating with her brother Cerberus. There were six deadly beasts of the Underworld, doomed to remain in the dark for their hideous looks could cause death to mortals. Nemean the Lion, whose hide was so tough it could not be pierced by any weapon. He guarded the outer entrance of the Underworld.Ceberus, the three headed dog, whose spiked tail could fling a full grown man twenty paces. He guarded Charon and the Styx Ferry. Ladon, the lion shaped body with the hundred serpent heads. The massive heads surrounded the Pomegranate grove. Chimera, resembled a lion in the forepart, a goat in the middle and a dragon behind. She could spout fire out at a hundred yards. Most of the time she remained asleep in the deep places of the Underworld. But in battle she was deadly. Spinx, had the golden tawny body of a flying lion and the head of a beautiful woman. She was more often then not my steed when I wished to go to the upperworld. Last of all there was Hydra. He had the body of a snake with dozens of smaller snake heads protruding from it. For everyone that was cut off two more would grow. He lived deep below even Chimera. But when I summoned him he would crawl out.

Cerberus told me that Spinx thought tomorrow would be an excellent time to carry out our plans. Demeter and most of the other Mythicals were leaving briefly to pay their respects to the Prince in that region. For once Persephone was poorly protected. Such a chance would likely not come again. Demeter was a fool and deserved to lose her daughter. Although other then the entrance to the Underworld just beyond the Spiral that region was probably the safest place in all the Sea World.

I stirred the waters of Lethe and Translo appeared. He was in a black rage and did not even pretend to greet me.

“I told you that this is a really bad idea!” he shouted, “You kidnap that girl and you will regret it for the rest of your life!”

“Who told you?” I demanded. He scowled.

“I can speak with other people in the Underworld too.” he said icily.

“Whatever it is not your problem.” I muttered, “I am Lord here. I can make my own decisions.”

“You will remember my words.” Translo snapped and vanished.

“Come back!” I shouted as the pool went dark. I struck the waters with my staff but it remained dark. I finally stomped away scowling and sulking. 

Hades

Harvest, 29, Year of the Screaming Turtle,

My Dear Orpheus,

In the end it was so easy that it was hardly worth recording. You, Pluto and myself broke into the camp. I forgot to introduce Pluto, but you already know who he is. Pluto is a monkey. A white talking monkey. Abandoned by the Mythicals and left to die. I had found him a long time ago in the Jungles and rescued him from death. For years he had been my companion. Just before Zeus took over Sea World I had made friends with Cerberus. He had intimidated everyone and I believe they were just as happy to see him gone as they were to see me leave. People are mean.

Two Mythicals blocked our way. You struck a single note on his harp and they dropped. You have a gift with music and can sway anyone to do your will. Well most of the Underworldlings are  pretty flinthearted and cannot be swayed. But then you are supposed to be on our side. No one else tried to stop us. Pluto burst into every tent until he found Persephone, then he called us. The girl woke up and screamed. But you and I burst in and grabbed her. There was no one to stop us. Hydra was waiting in the Spiral. We climbed onto his back and he dived past Nemean and down into the darkness. Persephone was screaming the whole way.

Hades

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Diary of a Somber Prince

Part One

Harvest, 23, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

When I said I was bored I did not mean for you to literally place a leather bound book on my lap. I do not want a filthy diary, journal or anything like that! Next time you quote or mention the name Zeus to me I shall ring your stinking neck!

Regards,

Hades

Harvest, 24, Year of the Screaming Turtle

My Dear Orpheus,

Since you did go through the trouble of finding this miserable book and I more importantly I already wrote an entry, I might as well keep up. But not because Zeus did it! I do nothing that Zeus does. I am not like him at all. He is an annoying twerp with the habit of making everyone like him. Well, everyone except me. I refuse to like him. He is completely unlikeable. 

In the four years since I have been trapped into living the Underworld I have rarely been to the upper world. But today I decided to leave Rhadamanthus in charge. Notice I did not say you? As usual Charon tried to discourage me from crossing the Styx.

“Master,” he said gloomily, “Do not pass the Styx the people of the upperworld smile. They smile master. Think about it. Can you believe it? What if it is contagious?” I smiled rather coldly and made him row me across the water. The only way most people can cross is if they pay him, a lot. You are the only who really can trick Charon into letting them pass. I use threats and you use music. By the way, your voice is terrible.

I was scouting around on the back of the Sphinx. We had been flying over the Unknown Waters when we came across a rock. It loomed out of the water like a tiny island. Chained to the rock was a man with flaming red hair. I pointed him out to the Sphinx, she nodded and dove downwards.

“Sir I see you are busy.” the man said, “But could I trouble you for a glass of water?”

“Trouble me?” I snorted, “I should think not. But do tell me what you are doing chained to this rock? Are you a sacrifice to Nereus, or perhaps Poseidon.” I spat out the last name with great contempt.

“I am not a sacrifice.” the man said gently, “I am Prometheus. Perhaps you have heard of me?”

“I have not.” I sniffed, “Come along Sphinx we have places to see.”

“I wish to know how this man intends to survive here without any food.” my disobedient servant said. I cursed her.

“I have been here for nearly seventeen years now.” Prometheus said patiently, “This rock is enchanted. One can never die on it, so when the eagles come and rip out my insides, I suffer indescribable agonies but the following morning I am healed. You see I can not starve or die of thirst.”

“This rock seems like it would be quite useful.” I said thoughtfully. Spinx swiveled her head and glared at me.

“Idiot!” she hissed, “Free him, he will make an excellent warrior. He probably will not even have to drink at the fords of Lethe.”

“Lethe?” Prometheus said suddenly, “The Waters of Lethe in the Underworld?” He looked from me to Spinx.

“It is quite a charming place. We even have little trees.” I said, “Fruit trees. Mostly pomegranate.”

“That is good.” Prometheus sighed, “At first I thought you were one of my kind. One of the Star People.” I stiffened, but did not answer.

“I am chained her at the hand of Cronus.” Prometheus said bitterly, “I stole the Star and he finally caught me.”

“What Star?” I asked grimly.

“The First Born.” was the surprising answer, “The eldest child of Cronus and Rhea. I delivered him into the hands of a halfling. She bore him away hopefully to safety. My wife and I long fled the wrath of the Star Father, but he caught me and chained me to endless torture. But the worst torment is not knowing what happened to my beloved wife and son. My brother. My little Deucalion, I missed seeing you grow up.” he sighed.

Clearly there was only one thing to do with this interesting person. Kidnap him. First I struck at the chains with my sword but to no avail, so I had Spinx tare them apart.

“Thank you good sir.” Prometheus cried happily as he climbed up behind me.

“Tell me what would you do for the freedom of Sea World?” I asked.

“Anything.” he replied earnestly.

“In that case come to the Underworld with me.” I said, “I am raising an army to defeat the oppressors.”

“Where do you get the soldiers from?” he asked as we flew across the Unknown Waters towards the entrance to the Underworld.

“Many sink down into the underworld, but few are allowed to return to the light.” I said smugly, “One sip of the waters of Lethe and they will do whatever I want.”

“That seems dishonorable.” Prometheus said sternly.

“I am just helping the cowards fight back.” I snapped.

We flew down into the darkness in silence. Charon glowered at us. He was clearly not pleased to see me come back and even less pleased to see that his predictions had failed to come true. I was glowering. I was angry about Prometheus calling me dishonorable.

“Who is that?” Charon snarled as he eyed my red haired companion.

“I am Prometheus.” the man replied.

“Boat sending you straight to Lethe.” Charon muttered as he started to untie the ferry.

“No!” Prometheus said sternly, “I want to remember every pain I suffered while fighting for you! I want to remember it all!” 

Orpheus you better keep your mouth shut. I can feel you glowering at me. I did not like to him much. Zeus is an oppressor. Besides it is nice to have a real soldier on my side. Someone who had to forget their memories first. Oh by the great Stars stop glaring at me! So what if you think that he would fight for Zeus and kill me if he knew the truth. Mind your own business or you will drink the waters of Lethe. I am going to go talk to Translo.

Hades

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Diary of a Thundering Prince

Part 7

Drought, 18, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

I have now officially moved into Mount Olympus. Actually I moved in last week, but apparently that did not count since I was sleeping on a pile of boards. But now I officially have a set of chambers with a real bed. Just not any curtains, blankets or cushions. But who cares about piddling details like that? The council chamber has been completed. It includes a ring of thrones, starting from high ones in the back, then a second ring, and so on until it reached the center, where there was a raised platform for speakers. Someone really thinks of the details. But there is no putting off the establishing of the kings and the governing system. I think everyone believes I was joking about my brothers being in charge.

“Well, obviously Hera will remain the Titans' Princess, and Nereus the King of the Sea People.” I said as soon as Chrion had stomped his feet for silence. It was not the most elegant opening speech but I was in a hurry.

“Obviously.” Nereus muttered. One of the front thrones had been built in a pool full of water, which was fed by an underground stream. It had been Hera's idea. The Sea People obviously needed water to survive so we had to provide a place for their ambassadors.

“Cepheus will rule the Mythicals.” I continued. As far as I knew Cepheus had sense and tolerance. Not to mention he was on friendly terms with the Sea People. His wife was a Nyad. Cepheus look so startled everyone started laughing. But very few people looked displeased. I started to breathe easier. Maybe this would not be so bad.

“Midas will rule the free people.” I continued. There was some gasps. Midas was less liked then Cepheus. He was vain and pompous and liked show. But I had no doubt he would build up his kingdom in great glory before his death. He had a nose for gaining riches. Besides, I had discovered that he was the father of Menelaus. By the time Midas had completed the glory of the Free People and died, Menelaus would surely be ready to rule. He would make a great king. I may have been cheating with my wise plans for the distant future. Delphi was always at my side. She never actually told me what the best choice was. She would tell me things and I would make decisions to help or avoid them.

“I knew someone would see our wealth.” Midas said smugly, “I am obviously king material.” Someone snorted. It was Hercules. I think everyone was surprised I did not chose him.

“As for the Amazon warriors we try not to meddle with them.” I added, “If they don't bother us we shall be fine.” The Amazons were a tribe of fierce female warriors, once part of the Titans, but they had long since broken away and fled to the jungles. No one ever came out alive from those snarls of twisted trees. But stories flew everywhere. There was a rumor that they were led by the fierce and beautiful Hippolyta. 

“The Amazons seem like a problem that you should solve.” Hera said lightly, “Or would you prefer the Titans to weed them out.” I smiled grimly.

“Certainly I shall attend to them. But if they are not bothering us, why should we bother them.” I said stiffly, “People do not like it when armies rush to invade them for no reason at all.” Snickers ran throughout the room. I sighed.

“Hera, you have the rule of the Titans,” I said changing the subject, “You also have the care of my brother Dionysus. You will train him in the Titan ways. He will be the ambassador between you and Olympus. I expect you to handle most problems on your own. But when something comes up, and something will, you bring it to Olympus.” Hera's mouth dropped open. Her Titan guards gaped, then turned red. Obviously they did not think that their princess would ever be unable to handle a problem.

“A child?” one of them gasped, “What do you think he can do?”

“Dionysus.” I said turning to my gaping brother, “To you I give the Staff of Fertility.” 

“What?” shrieked the enraged Star People, “You cannot give away the treasures of-” I glared at them.

“Well I just did!” I said evenly. Everyone shut their mouths and gaped.

“You mean I am a gardener now?” Dionysus asked with a puzzled frown. Nobody answered him.

“Cepheus you have the rule of the Mythicals. Every Minotaur, Unicorn, Nymph, Sayter, Dryad, dwarf, Gryphon and so on will answer to you.” I continued, “But between you and me will go Hermes. It is your job to see that he receives a proper education and learns the history of Mythicals.”

“Yes sir!” Cepheus said with a bow. I turned to Hermes.

“To you I give the Winged Shoes and Winged Hat and Messenger's Staff.” I said. The Star People muttered angrily.

“Oh great leaping comets!” Hermes squealed, “Me flying through the stars!” Mother let out a sharp hiss.

“Stay away from the stars or you will be demoted!” I threatened.

“Fine!” Hermes muttered sulkily. Then he brightened up.

“But it is still better the silly Planting Staff.” he said with a smirk at Dionysus. The younger boy stuck his nose in the air.

“Midas, the Free People are in your care.” I continued, “It is your duty to do what is best for them. I restore to you your son Menelaus.” Midas gaped.

“Menu is still alive?” he whispered.

“Certainly.” I said, “You will have to see to his education and training. He will be your heir.”

“Yes, yes of course, when can I see him?” Midas cried.

“As soon as the council is over.” I said, “But meanwhile Hephaestus will be the one to go between me and you.” The newly appointed king stared at me.

“The cripple?” he snarled. Hephaestus cowered back in his chair, but the rest of my brothers rose as one their faces flaming.

“Sit down!” I shouted, “Yes, Hephaestus will be your overlord, Midas.” I turned to my white faced brother. “To you I give the Iron Hammer. Use it with care.” My brother nodded stiffly. But now the dissatisfied murmurs were running through the entire room. I continued to ignore them.

“Nereus,” I said turning to the King of the Sea, he stiffened, “Poseidon will return to your palace and learn the ways of your people, and be the one you turn too. In his turn he will turn to me!”

“Yes!” Poseidon shouted and jumped to his feet, then he blushed bright green and sat down again quickly. Nereus scowled, and cast an unpleasant look at my green haired brother. I sighed.

“You get the Trident.” I told him. 

“You mean he is going to live in my palace with that thing?” Nereus exploded.

“Yes, sir!” I said warmly.

“Ares.” I said turning to my wild brother, he scowled, “You are going to be trained to run the army.” I said.

“Wait, there is going to be an army?” several voices cried.

“Of course.” I protested, “Did you think I was going to leave Sea World unprotected? Even if all the people are on friendly terms, there are still monsters and other unknown species who could attack us at any moment.”

“Like the Amazons.” Hera muttered

“Like the Amazons.” I said with a sigh.

“Do I get to fight and kill people?” Ares shrieked, “Oh bliss, oh joy! You are the best brother I ever had!”

“No you most certainly do not!” I snapped, “We try to make peace before bloodshed.”

“You are the worst brother I ever had!” Ares sulked.

“Maybe I won't give you the Enchanted Rapier!” I threatened.

“Best brother again.” he said quickly.

There was a long silence. I waited. People began to cast nervous glances at Hades. He was sitting stiffly in his chair staring hard at the walls.

“Zeus, you forgot Hades.” Hermes said impatiently, “Aren't you going to Ambassador him to someone? Maybe the Amazons.”

“Hades does not get to be an Ambassador or soldier.” I said quietly.

“Well, I am not going to stay in Olympus with you!” Hades snarled, “And you certainly cannot buy me off even if you bought all your other brothers off.” 

“I did not buy anyone off.” I said sharply, “I am simply spreading the power around where it will be best used. At the same time I'm trying to keep it still connected so no one will be the ultimate power, but not be divided. You are going to be the Lord of Underworld. It is your problem to divide that up however you want. To you I give the cap of Invisibility.” I stepped off the platform and strode out of the council chamber leaving everyone staring open mouthed.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Drought, 30, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

The palace seems strangely silent with all my brothers gone. They left yesterday for their designated homes. The five children are gone too. I found their families or good people willing to care for them.

“Paris' family are Titan young shepherds on Mount Helga. I suppose he is in a fair way to be spoiled by them, but I have every wish to keep him away from Menelaus. Delphi has been making me miserable with prophesies about the children. This is what she told me.

“Oh dear Zeus do not let yourself be to attached to the five wards of Olympus. Paris will slay Achilles. Menelaus will swear to kill Paris with his dying breath. Odysseus will slay Paris. Persephone will marry your brother.” What I want to know is why they would all be killing each other?

So Paris went to the Titan Mountains. Menelaus went to the court of King Midas. Odysseus was adopted by a prince of the Free People. Prince Daedalus lived between Mount Olympus and Mount Helga. He was wise and intelligent. The Free People in his region lived in peace and were well protected by their prince. He was delighted to adopt Odysseus so his foolish son Icarus could have a more intelligent playmate then his recent companions. As long as he could keep his palace and his inventions he did not care if Midas was his overlord. Achilles' father was the Star General. His mother was a Nymph. So Achilles was going to the West end of Sea World where the new army outpost was. Ares and him quickly became evil friends, feeding off each others pleasure in violence and fighting. It was disappointing. As for Persephone. Her mother Demeter took her away to the land of the Mythicals.

I was going through the chambers to make sure the children had left nothing behind when an explosion shook the palace and flung me on my face. I was on my feet in a flash and out the door. I nearly ran into Chrion. 

“What in the blazes is going on?” I shouted, “An Earthquake?”

“Worse!” the centaur said briefly. He grasped my arm and hoisted me onto his back before I could protest. Then he galloped down the corridor. To my surprise there was a large crowd gathering in front of the doors to the council chamber. There was excited yelling and murmuring but no one went in. I slid off Chrion's back.

“What is going on?” I demanded. Instead of answering, everyone drew aside leaving the way clear for me to enter. 

Feeling like I was walking into a trap, I walked through the crowd and entered the chamber. It seemed strangely dark and smokey. I blinked a few times. Suddenly the door slammed shut with a loud bang. I turned and tried to open it, but it was stuck fast. So I had walked into a trap. I cursed myself for being such a fool. But I turned back towards the center of the room to face the rewards of my foolishness. I mean who is stupid enough to march into what they are pretty sure is a trap? Me obviously. I sighed.

The smoke began to clear away. I made out a shape of a man seated on the highest throne. It did not take me long to recognize Cronus. He was not alone either. Hera was with him. She was seated in the throne next to him, her hands crossed in her lap, staring straight ahead. I raised my eyebrows.

“So you have decided to join us.” Cronus said in a mocking voice, “How very kind of you.”

“Actually I believe it is the other way around.” I said boldly, “This is my house.” Cronus laughed.

“Your house, you say? Well it certainly is very comfy. I believe I shall move in here instead of rebuilding the Star Palace.” he sneered. I crossed my arms.

“You are not exactly welcome here.” I said coldly.

“Really?” he said with a smile, “That is to bad.” he patted Hera's arm. This lady and I have had a really interesting chat about you.” I frowned then turned to look at the princess.

Hera glanced at Cronus, a look of anger and something else, maybe fear, on her face. Cronus smiled nastily, then grinned at me.

“Hera, are you alright? Did he hurt you?” I asked, as I took a step forward, my eyes on the Star Father. Cronus laughed wildly.

“Why would I hurt this sweet princess. She is much more useful to me alive and unspoiled. At least for now.” he said.

“You fat faced son of a one eyed centaur!” Hera snarled.

“Now, now dear lady.” Cronus said in a mocking voice, “I believe we talked about language already.” The princess gripped the edge of her throne and took a long slow breath.

I took a running leap at my father. He whipped out his sword in one lightening movement. A stream of light shot out and struck me. I somersaulted backwards and crashed upside down into one of the other thrones. The whole room was spinning. My arm hurt and my head was bleeding.

“Zeus!” Hera screamed. I fumbled weekly at my belt, but the Thunderer was exactly where I left it. In my chamber.

“You could try and summon it.” Cronus sighed, “But I do not think you are strong enough to summon anything through thick stone.” I tried to get up and slid off the throne awkwardly. I stood up slowly, trying not to pass out.

Cronus hurled another stream of light. I was flung into the thrones again. I heard Hera swearing, but I was trying to think. If you never tried to think while your are being flung into stone thrones by magic you cannot imagine how horrible it is.

“I could let you keep on ruling the masses.” Cronus said thoughtfully, as I crashed to the floor, and lay unmoving, “If I keep my pretty little hostage you will do as I say, not to mention the Titans. Everyone else will do as you say, which is what I am telling you to say.” he flashed his teeth, “The first move will be to assassinate your puppet kings and place more easily controlled fools in their places. Before the month is out we march on the Amazons.” I groaned softly. “Oh I am sorry, am I hurting you?” he said in a mocking voice. I looked up.

“Oh just kill him. Don't be concerned about me!” Hera cried bitterly, “The Titans will take a new leader but Sea World needs you!” I looked into her beautiful face and was silent.

“Dearest princess,” Cronus whispered into Hera's ear, “You see the silly young puppy has a sweet little fancy for you and will not make a move that will hurt you. I chose you on purpose, dear.”

“You stinking slime ball!” Hera screamed, “You swine!” She tried to grasp his throat. He slapped her hard.

“Watch yourself princess!” he snarled, “You are beginning to annoy me!” I pulled myself onto my knees, a red hot rage was spreading through me, how dare he strike Hera! Suddenly Cronus whirled and stared at me, his face paling. But it was late I leaped at him. I flung me backwards, but I stopped myself midair and hurled to thunderbolts at him. I have no idea where they came from.

I stared in shock. Cronus sagged against the back of the throne looking like a sizzled sausage. Hera stared open mouthed. I flung out my left arm and made a grabbing motion before I knew what I was doing. There was a rumble, then the Thunderer exploded through the walls and slammed into my hand. Startled faces peered through the hole in the wall.

“How about a trade.” I said icily, “You give me Hera and I give you the Thunderer.” A cunning look came into his face.

“Really?” he whispered.

“No!” Hera screamed. I dropped the sword. It struck the floor with a shower of sparks. Then slowly, I used the toe of my boot and slid it across the floor towards the Star Father. He let out a wild laugh and flung Hera at me, at the same time he snatched up the sword.

Hera crashed into me and we both went down in a tangle of arms and legs. I grasped her in my arms and slid backwards. But the thrones were blocking out way. We could be fried before we got to our feet. Cronus held the sword aloft and smiled.

“Well, well, well.” he murmured, “Why use a hostage when I can simply destroy your world in one blow, starting with you two!” He pointed the crackling sword at us. Hera buried her face in my chest. I tightened my grip on her and waited. There was a rumble of thunder. Then the sword clattered to the floor in a cloud of ashes. Cronus was gone. 

I sat up. Hera looked around, then she glared at me. I attempted a smile. But there were tears stinging my eyes. 

“You knew that was going to happen!” she accused me, “You knew you had him and you let me make a fool of myself!”

“Well, I was not actually sure.” I protested, “I mean, I hoped it would happen, but I did not know if it actually would.”

“You would have let him destroy Sea World?” she screeched, “What kind of King are you? With that attitude you will destroy everyone!” There was not pleasing her.

“Well, it worked.” I said sullenly, “Isn't that the point? A king has to take risks just like everyone else.” I stood up and pulled her to her feet.

Hera looked down at the dust. Then she looked at me. There was a strange look on her face. She used her finger to wipe the tears off my face.

“First you nearly condemn Sea World, then you waste tears on him?” she cried incredulously. I recoiled.

“I would hate myself if I did not spare a tear for him.” I said angrily, “He was my father!” I snatched up the Thunderer then stomped towards the door.

Hera caught up to me before I had taken three steps. She stepped in front of me and blocked my way. I waited. Then she flung her arms around me, being careful not to touch the Thunderer.

“Thank you for saving me.” she sobbed, “Even if I deserved to die.” I put my free arm around her.

“You my dear, are worth saving.” I whispered into her hair.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Lamentations, 10, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

Chrion crowned the Lords of Olympus today. Hades with the black helm of the Underworld, Poseidon with the emerald sea crown, Hephaestus with the iron circlet of the Free People, Apollo with the winged crown of the Sky, Ares with the golden helmet of the army, Hermes with the golden horse of the Mythicals, Dionysus with the Golden Fleece of the Titans, and myself with the triple crown of Sea World.

“By the Styx I am glad that is over with.” Hades growled as he hurled his helm across the palace floor. Hera swept down on him like a fury.

“Put that back on!” she snarled, “It is not over with until after the wedding!” Hades jumped, and everyone else laughed. Hermes retrieved the helm.

“How much will you pay me to give it back?” he asked.

“A hard slap in the face, you little twerp!” Hades snarled and snatched the helm from his brother's hands.

“How soon does he leave for the Underworld?” Hera asked me, as she wrapped her arms around mine.

“That is up to him.” I said, “But if he gets mad enough he might leave today.”

“Hermes?” Hera called. I clapped my hand over her mouth.

“He is my brother.” I protested.

“An unworthy one.” she snapped, her voice muffled by my hand. Hades glared at us then stalked off.

The coronation was over but the wedding would follow immediately afterward. Being the Lord of Olympus meant that everything was public. I hated it. It was was one thing to be crowned alongside my seven brothers, but it was another thing to walk to be married.

“Are you nervous?” Hera asked as we separated for our positions.

“Certainly not!” I lied.

“Because I am dying.” she muttered, “I can execute people in public, but I feel like I am going to be ill for this.” Now I felt like an idiot.

We were married on the porch of the palace, where we had been crowned. Free People, Mythicals, Titans, and Sea People spilled down the sides of the mountain. After the vows had been exchanged mother and Hestia came and kissed both of us. Chrion pronounced us King and Queen of all Sea World. Cepheaus, Midas and Nereus swore their loyalty to us. Then my brothers came rushing to overwhelm us. Well, except for Hades. Last I saw him he was setting off down the mountainside a bundle on his back. Cerberus his three headed dog prancing on his heels.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Lamentations, 20, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

Chrion has written up the Proclamation for Sea World, it has been signed by the Lords of Olympus, and all the Kings, Queens, Lords and Princes who were able to make the meeting.

To the People,

Sea World is a World of Freedom. Even the unborn child has the right to live and be protected. The smallest child to the oldest man can appeal for aide. The people will answer to their local rulers, the local rulers will answer to their King or Queen, their King or Queen will answer to their Olympian Lord, and in turn the Olympians will answer to the Lord of Sea World. But if there is a complain about any of the nobles, anyone has a right to submit it to a hire authority, or to the Lord of Sea World himself.

In turn all men over the age twenty are obliged to spend at least one month of every year training on the Western Shores where the army outpost will be. All men must be ready at a moments notice to spring to the battle if their rulers summon them. In case of death, orphans and widows will be provided for. 

In the case of marriage outside of your region apply to the rulers of both regions for the right and the discussion of which region they wish you to remain. Apply to the Kings or Queens of the People if you wish to marry outside of your Kingdom. For example, Titan and Mythical. Apply to your Olympian Lord for the location of where to live in these matters.

Signed

Zeus

Hades

Poseidon

Hephaestus

Apollo

Ares

Hermes

Dionysus

Rhea Star

Hera

Cepheaus

Midas

Nereus

Demeter

Metis

Rhea

Chrion

Hercules

Daedalus

Uranus

Gaea

Pontus

Farewell

Zeus Lord of Olympus

The End

Prince Charming Diaries vol. 3 DOTP, Part 6

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Diary of a Thundering Prince

Delphi the Oracle

Part 6

Sproutling, 30, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

I have been back on land for a few days now. I feel bitter and betrayed. My only companion is Chiron. Surprisingly, he turned out to be a wonderful companion. He told me the names of the stars and about the history of Sea World, especially the Star People. Unlike most of my acquaintances, he told me the answers to questions.

“How many children does Cronus have?” I asked.

“Eleven, not counting his stepdaughter.” Chrion replied, “Poseidon is the fourth. He is really a very nice boy and eager to learn.” I eyed him.

“He looks nothing like the Star Heir.” I said remembering the procession.

“Hades is another word for plain old grouch.” Chrion said sullenly, “He is changing quickly. If the fates are not turned he will become thrice as evil as his father ever was.” I sighed.

We wandered aimlessly away from the shore. The attack on his fleet seemed to have cooled Cronus' enthusiasm for destroying the world. This was a relief to me, since I still had no desire to drown like a rat. I remembered the children, who were under my care for awhile and wondered if I could get my old job back. But I doubted it. They had been hidden deep in the caverns of the Titans. I was no longer welcomed in the mountains or the sea. What was I supposed to do?

“Have you ever tried talking to the Oracle?” Chrion asked. I turned and stared at him. But his face was perfectly serious.

“She answers in riddles and gets me in more trouble.” I said bitterly. 

“I think not.” the centaur said, “I heard she was fond of you.” I snorted.

“I highly doubt that.” I said. Chrion shrugged. I poked at our fire in silence. Then I looked back at the massive creature. He was watching me.

“You wish to wield a blade?” he asked. 

“Can you read minds?” I asked.

“No, but the Delphi suggested I teach you.” was the smug response. I groaned. The Oracle was back to torment my life again. I sighed.

“Yes please.” I said.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 2, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

Now that it is the time of Low Water, there is very small chance of floods, and even less chance of dangerous ones. The air is muggy and hot and the sun beats down mercilessly. Delphi and Chrion have been my only two companions for some time now. Well, to be more accurate, they are more like teachers. My knowledge of existence and war has increased greatly. My knife is no longer useless, but I would like a sword. I mentioned this to Chrion and he said he would get a sword for me as soon as I was ready. But that was barely two days ago. 

“It is time.” he said simply. I wondered if either was a quick learner, or so bad that he was eager to stop teaching me. Either way our lessons ended and we left the caves.

We had not gone far, when Delphi dropped to a crouch, and faded from sight. I glanced at Chrion. He ran one finger threw his dreadlocks.

“She does that quite often.” he said. So Chrion could see Delphi too. 

“So what is happening?” I asked carefully.

“You are about to be ambushed.” Delphi spoke out of the air.

“Excellent!” Chrion said and drew his massive sword. I drew my knife more reluctantly. I was not ready for battle at all.

Suddenly, two boys leaped out of the bushes and pinned me down. I was taken completely by surprise. I had not been expecting children. To my dismay I recognized, Hades, the Star Heir. The other boy was much younger. About twelve, I think.

“Good Monsters Below!” I yelled, then rolled wildly. “Do not let your enemies pin you easily. Make things hard.” Chrion had said. I thrashed, and cut the younger boy with my knife. To my surprise, he let go of me and started screaming, blubbering and throwing a tantrum. Hades removed his knife from my throat and threw it at the little boy.

“Oh for crying out loud, not again!” he yelled, “He barely touched you!” I sat up and stared.

“Ares, if you do not stop that unholy noise I shall turn you over my knee, and so help me, I shall spank you right on your other end!” Chrion roared. Ares only screamed louder. The Centaur reached down and grasped the small boy by the hair. Immediately, the screams stopped. 

“I am dying, you great clumsy donkey!” the child moaned, as he dangled by his hair, his feet a full two feet from the ground. He crossed his arms and scowled.

“Well shut up about it, you are disturbing me.” Chrion roared. Ares' lip trembled, but he shut his mouth. The Centaur then proceeded to drop him.

“Chrion, we rescued you.” Hades said coolly. He jabbed his jeweled sword at me. I whacked it aside with my knife and leaped to my feet, my eyes darting from one boy to the other. Ares was one of Poseidon's not so nice brothers.

“Rescued me from what?” the Centaur asked.

“Him.” Ares whined as he wiped his runny nose and pointed a dirty finger at me. I snorted.

“You thought I was holding Chrion prisoner?” I laughed. The idea was quite ridiculous. 

“You are capable you know.” the Centaur snapped. I rolled my eyes.

“So did we save you?” Ares asked.

“Did you side with the rebels?” Hades snarled, “You know this dangerous man has his posters all over the Star City. Kill on sight.”

“Zeus, just so happens to be a Star Lord.” Chrion said loftily, “He nearly turned me into a pile of ashes. Only your father has the authority to condemn him.”

“Him, a Star Lord?” Hades looked aghast. 

“I turn you into a pile of ashes?” I gasped, also aghast. 

“Now boys lets play nice.” Chrion said, “No more poking each other with weapons or I will have to confiscate them.” Hades and Ares clutched their swords and backed away from the Centaur. Who smiled rather like a shark.

“You can have my knife.” I said, “It is rather useless against swords anyway.”

“If that is what you think, we shall have a little match.” Chrion said icily, “You against the Hades and Ares.”

“What?” I yelled.

“Figure out a way to defeat them or else.” the Centaur ran one finger along his throat. I gulped. This was not turning out so well.

“If we win, you return Poseidon to us.” Hades said coolly, “If we lose, you kill us quickly.”

“Impossible.” I said, “Poseidon is not my prisoner.”

“But you will still return him to us.” Hades said. I groaned.

“You are in a predicament, young Zeus.” Chron said cheerfully, “Better not let them win.”

The Centaur was right, I could not let them win. I would rather die then go to Nereus and tell him that he had to let his hostage go because I lost a duel. If I lost I could always kill myself. I shuddered.

“Three, two, one, go!” Chrion shouted.

“Wait, what?” I cried. The two brothers leaped at me. I rolled out of the way, just in time.

“Are you fast?” Hades snarled.

“Let me spit him, let me do it!” Ares screamed. He pushed his older brother aside and leaped at me. I did a jumping kick and sent him flying backwards. So the brothers would as soon fight each other as me. I could use that in my favor.

“Leave my brother alone you coward!” Hades shouted and rushed at me, his blade spinning in a deadly fan. I dived under, and crashed into his legs. We both went down and dropped our weapons. As we grappled each other, Hades shouted for Ares to stab me. The younger ran around us wailing and screaming.

“How?” he whined.

“Just stab, idiot!” Hades cried through gritted teeth. So he did. Suddenly the death grip was released on me and the Star Heir fell back gasping. Ares' sword had gone through his ribs and pinned him to the ground. I leaped off of him and with one swipe sent the younger boy flat on his back.

“You killed Hades!” Ares screamed, “You killed Hades!”

“Technically that was you.” I pointed out.

“Shut up and let me die in peace.” Hades grimaced.

Chrion seized the sword and yanked it out of Hades. The Star Heir let out one agonized cry and was silent.

“He will live.” the Centaur said, “Good work, Zeus.”

“You are supposed to be on my side, Chrion.” Hades whispered through gritted teeth.

“Zeus, now is the time for you to learn first aide.” the Centaur said with a nasty grin, “Bring me my saddlebag.” 

“Do not let him touch me!” Hades whimpered. I could hardly blame him. I would have said the same thing if our roles had been reversed. 

Once I had patched both of brothers up, with Chrion's directions, they took off. They seemed very bitter about the whole thing.

“Are you just going to let them walk away?” I asked in shock.

“Of course.” said Chrion, “They are my students too. I only fight when I have too. I am a teacher and healer, not a warrior.” I looked at him with one eyebrow raised. He looked like a warrior to me.

“Well that went well.” Delphi said as she became visible again. 

“Yes no thanks to either of you.” I muttered crossly.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 3, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

We are back in the City. Thunderer City. I dread running into Hercules or anyone else who might recognize me. But at the same time I hoped to see someone I knew. Poor Metis, whatever happened to her? I should not have abandoned her. But she could hardly live on land and she had been banished from the Sea. Perhaps she had found a stream to stay in.

“Where are we going?” I asked, as I glanced around. Everyone was staring at us. I supposed we looked silly. A centaur, and old lady in rags, and a boy in a sea tunic. Chrion shook his head.

“Not us, you.” he said.

“Huh?” I gaped as I turned to face him.

“We have taught you as much as we could in limited time.” Delphi whispered, “If we stay with you, you will rely on us. If you are going to lead the rebels you are going to do it on your own with no fetters.” 

“Wait, what?” I cried. Were they really going to abandon me? What was I supposed to do? I was only a child.

“Farewell Zeus.” Delphi said and vanished.

“Come back!” I yelled. Then Chrion turned and galloped away, “Cowards!” I wanted to throw a tantrum like Ares, but I did not dare. Instead I looked around. Everyone was staring at me. I sighed. Then the attack began.

Low Water, 10, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

The Star Warriors transported into the city and cut down all those in their paths. People fled screaming. I fought back, but they were hardened by years and years of practice. In the end about twenty people, myself included took refuge in the Star Temple. All temples were havens to those being hunted. No one could be forcefully dragged out. The only light came from the glowing sword. The Temple Maidens had vanished and there was no one to light the lamps. The only sound made by my companions was a complaint about the Thunderer. A perfectly good sword going to waste because no one dared touch it.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 11, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

Cronus has arrived in the city. It has fallen. The rebels have surrendered. Except those trapped in the temple. Once we eat the rest of the reserves for the keepers will will starve unless we also surrender. This is the end.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 12, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

The city is now in the possession of the Star People. There banners fly from all the pinnacles, including this temple. The Titans have surrendered too. They were caught in a trap and massacred. Apparently the Amazon Warriors formed an Alliance with the Star People. Somewhere in this city my old friends are prisoners. The Titans were let off easy after swearing solemn oaths not to take up arms against the Star People ever again. But their leaders have been taken for execution. That means Hera will die. Poor sharp-tongued Hera. She was meant to be free and wild. I would gladly listen to her insults again if it meant that she was going to be free and alive. I spent all day thinking about her. If only I could save her. But I am trapped like her. I hope Metis is alive.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 20, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

The reserves are officially empty except for the well and last pot of pickled herring. But that is not what I wish to discuss. By watching from the library at the summit of the temple, I could see the city. The square where a platform had been built. The public executions start today. The first prisoner was none other then Argus. He was chained with red hot iron chains that dragged him down. He could barely move. My companions crowded around and we watched.

There is a truly terrible thing about torture. Cronus himself took a wooden stake, sharpened to a deadly point, and ran it through the hidden cyclops eye. The stake burst into flames and Cronus let go. Then he laughed cruelly, while the chained Argus rolled and writhed on the ground, the stake protruding from his forehead. 

“Put him in the labyrinth.” the Star Father ordered, “He will feed the beast for many days.”

“There is a beast that feasts on living flesh below these streets.” one of my companions whispered. I hung my head. I could not save any of my friends. 

Then Jupiter was put on the platform. He had saved my life more then once and now I could not return the favor. Cronus ordered the horns to be sawed  off the minotaur. I wanted to cry as the evil minotaurs of Cronus carried out this despicable deed with mockery. I could watch no more. My stomach churned. I was sick in a corner and refused my half of herring. But a part of me wanted to know which other ones of my friends had been captured and what they did to Hera. But I was to cowardly to look.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 21, year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

I went to the door. Twelve rows of Star Guards were blocking the entrance. The platform had been moved so it was right in front of the porch of the temple. I found myself face to face with Cronus. He smiled.

“Zeus.” he cried, his lips curling in a sneer, “I would not want you to miss this moment for anything. Please watch.” I stared back. The other prisoners gathered behind me silently and watched. Hera was placed on the platform. I gasped. Cronus smiled.

Hera turned and looked at me. I looked back. Her mouth dropped open. She obviously had not known that I was in the temple.

“Zeus, you are live?” she gasped.

“Not for much longer.” Cronus laughed, “After you are publicly executed, Zeus will follow. I have had enough of meddling rebels.” He drew his sword. It was somewhat similar to the Thunderer, except smaller. Fire licked along the edge of the blade. Hera gritted her teeth as Cronus swung the blade at her neck. But instead of hacking her head off, he stopped and simply touched the edge of the blade to her throat. Then the princess screamed. Tongues of fire burnt her flesh. I saw red. It is one thing to execute your enemy by beheading them, but it is another thing entirely to torture them by burning them little by little, until the flesh was melted off the bone, leaving one in agony to die a slow torturous death.

I turned and crashed through my companions. I needed a weapon and there was only in the temple. My fingers curled around the hilt of the Thunderer. Searing pain wrenched at my hand. But I would leave a mark before I turned to dust. I exploded out of the temple, knocking guards in every direction. Hera screamed and Cronus whirled. He barely had time to raise his sword before I was on top of him. He was flung over backwards with the power of my blow. There was a flash of lightening then a crash of thunder. The ground trembled.

“Oh Stars almighty!” Cronus screamed as he flipped away from me, “Rhea, I will kill you!” I frowned, wondering if he meant the Nyad or another Rhea. Then I remembered Metis saying my mother, was called Rhea too, and she had given me away. So my mother was known to Cronus. It was an ugly thought. My anger seemed to give me more strength, I leaped at Cronus again. I jumped into the air, kicked me in the face and landed lightly. I shot backwards and fell of the platform. 

Cronus leaped down on top of me, ready to pin me to the cobbled streets. I rolled aside, and his blade struck empty road. But the force of the blow caused the ground beneath me to tremble. Buildings swayed and bricks hurtled downwards. The crowd screamed and stampeded to escape. A pile of bricks crushed the Star Father. I scrambled to my feet and leaped on top him, kicking his sword away as I did. At last this would all end.

“So you are exactly like me, son.” Cronus sneered, as he wiped blood from his face, “You are a killer like me.” I recoiled in horror. What had he called me?

“Kill him!” Hera screamed as she struggled against her chains, “Kill him, Zeus!” I took a step backwards. This could not be true. But it was. I was a Star Lord, I had touched the Thunderer without being fried. My hands were in flames but I hardly felt it. Then I lifted the Thunderer and thrust it downwards. Cronus howled in pain as the flaming sword sliced through his ribs and bit into the stones below. He was firmly pinned under my sword and bricks. Then I turned and leaped onto the platform to rescue Hera.

“Are you insane?” she screamed, “Why didn't you plunge the sword into his heart or perhaps his head? Do you have any idea what he has done to our friends? Your friends!” I took a hold of her chains and squeezed. They melted in my hands. She shut her mouth. Then I turned and leaped off the platform, stopping only to snatch up a sword. 

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 22, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

All day yesterday and today the battle raged in the city. No one dared to approach the wretched Cronus. We were pretty evenly matched. The rebels and Titans could move over and through buildings with ease and comfort and lose their enemies in the maze like streets. But the Star People had crushing numbers and greater weapons. If only the Sea People would come to our assistance we would be safe. I fought back to back with Titans and rebels I recognized but none of us spoke to each other. Not because we were hard pressed, but because they had seen me with the sword. They knew who I was. Now everyone knew why Metis had kept her mouth shut. She had already made a move for Cronus' defeat long before I thought up a way to do it. I was a fool.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 23, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

It happened. Half the city was in the Star hands and the other half was in Rebel hands. Cronus was dead center. He was still writhing in agony or rage. There was only one thing that could make this battle end without the help of the Sea People. I made the first move. I stepped forward. Dozens of bows were pointed in my face. I wrenched the sword of of Cronus. Immediately there was a crack of thunder. At least I knew how I had defeated Chrion at sea. I had probably zapped him with thunder and lightening.

Cronus exploded into the air and hovered there. I waited. I heard startled gasps from both sides. I continued to wait patiently. 

“Do you think you can defeat me foolish boy?” Cronus snarled, “You are weak and cowardly like your mother! Like Poseidon and Hephaestus!”

“Sparing the life of another is not weak or cowardly.” I said grimly, then I raised the Thunderer high and struck the ground. The streets split and the world trembled. Allies and enemies alike were flung on their faces. Only Cronus and I remained upright facing each other. Then suddenly Delphi was between us. Her hood was lose and her white hair was flying free. Judging by the startled cries around us, I assumed everyone could see her at last.

“Chose your next move careful children of the Stars.” she cried, “I Delphi have spoken! One wrong move and the world is overturned in fire and water.” I sincerely hoped the right move was not me plunging the Thunderer into Cronus' heart. He may have been hateful but he was still my father no matter how much he had betrayed me. I would have given anything to have a home with a loving father and mother. My desire was so strong I doubt I could have defeated Cronus.

“My next move has been chosen!” Cronus growled. He held out his hand. There was a flash and his sword appeared in his hands. Then he leaped at me. I hurled myself out of the way and fell sprawling. The place I had been standing only a second before burst into flames. I rolled over. The Star Father was striding towards me, smiling. As he passed Delphi, he gave her a shove. She vanished. I reached for the Thunderer, but it was out of my reach. I froze. Cronus laughed grimly. I was going to die. I had failed after all.

“One word from you, Zeus, and I plug him full of holes!” I familiar voice shouted from above. Then Hercules leaped off the temple roof. He was holding a massive crossbow, which was already pulled back. Cronus blanched.

“How did you get-” he stopped.

“Actually, whether or not the boy likes it, I will kill you!” Hercules said grimly. I stood up and snatched up the Thunderer. Cronus whirled and froze. He was trapped.

“Now the tables have turned.” I said softly.

“You cannot defeat me alone!” the Star Father snarled, “I am stronger then you ever will be!”

“But I have friends who will watch my back.” I pointed out quietly, “Do you?”

“I am strong enough to watch my own back!” Cronus screamed, “But I do not need to! Watch your own back boy, I will get you in the dark when you are alone! Then you will pay for what you have done!” He made a hand motion and the air split down the middle with a flash.

The crowd screamed as the air continued to split reveling the interior of an unfamiliar temple. A woman with long flowing dark curly hair was staring straight at me. In one hand she held a sword. Two boys were peaking out from behind her. One was about eight and the other ten.

“Mama, what is happening?” the older boy asked, “Are we going to die? Our insides split open like crab cakes?”

“I do not want to die!” the younger boy wailed, “I was just starting to be me!”

“Hermes! Dionysus!” the woman cried, “Hush!”

“Deal with that!” Cronus snarled, and leaped up onto a rooftop and vanished. I whirled, and was about to jump after him, but Hercules caught hold of me.

“Let him go!” he cried, “Shut that hole or all the Star People will crush Sea World!” I turned again. The older boy had come out from behind his mother and was poking his hands out of the hole. 

“Can we climb through?” he asked.

“Hermes!” the woman cried, “Get back here!” But it was to late. Hermes somersaulted through the tare and crashed into me. I moved the Thunderer out of the way so he would not get hurt.

“Mama, come quick!” Hermes yelled, “He has got to be Hestia's brother.” Then the woman came through with lightening speed. I backed away, but she kept coming.

“Zeus?” the woman said and touched my face. Why did everyone know my name? “Is it really you? Are you still alive?” Obviously, I was.

“Your majesty.” Hercules said and bowed. The crowd stirred uneasily. I felt like I was the only one completely clueless. The woman turned towards the rebel.

“Where is Poseidon?” she demanded, “What have you done with him?”

“Well, actually Nereus has him at the bottom of the sea.” Hercules said with a shrug, “Unfortunately, all of the Sea People are mad at us so you won't be seeing him any time soon.” The woman clenched her fists.

“Hades and Ares?” she said grimly.

“Now them, I have not seen.” Hercules said with a shrug, “I assumed they were with you.” I caught my breath. I knew who she was. The woman was the Star Mother. Rhea. My mother. The woman who was going to let Cronus murder me. I shuddered.

“So did someone defeat Cronus?” one of the Star Soldiers asked, “Are we supposed to bow down to someone?” There was a loud murmuring from his companions. Well, they were not bowing down to me. I was going to get out of there. I tried to make a jump. Hermes stuck out his foot and tripped me. I would have gone sprawling again if I had not done a somersault. The Thunderer slammed into the ground. There was a rumble and the roads cracked. Thunder and light flashed. Everyone screamed and dropped to their knees. I glared at Hermes, the only person not kneeling.

“So you are the new Star Father.” he smirked. I cursed him.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 25, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

Now that my fate was inevitable I had to do what was best for Sea World. I stripped the Star People. I think this surprised everyone. If I did not have a powerful army, how would I hold a throne. With one cut of the Thunderer, the Star City crashed and exploded. There must have been thousands of people left homeless in one blow.

“You have three fates.” I said grimly, “Go to the Free People, Titans or build your own city. But the Star City is gone. From hence on you will be like other people.”

“The Free People and Titans will kill us.” was the common protest. This led to making new laws on murder. Each city would have an overlord or mayor. In turn he would answer to the King or Queen. There would be one for Mythicals, Free People, Titans and Sea People. In turn the Kings would answer to one of the Lords of Olympus. This led to much discussion. What were the Lords of Olympus. 

Olympus was the tallest mountain on Sea World and the only mountain not connected to a range. Once upon a time it had been the tombs of the Star People. But long since it had been abandoned and the mountain pronounced unlivable. On this mountain I would build my palace. The Palace of Olympus. I would be the one everyone would answer too. Then my brothers would be my under lords between me and the people. Hades would look after the Underworld. Poseidon would have the lordship of the Sea Kingdom. Hephaestus would care for the Free People. Apollo would have the sky. Ares the army. Hermes the Mythicals. And Dionysus the Titans. Hera would be regent until he was a few years older. Now I just needed to get my brothers to agree.

I had a lot of reasons for choosing my brothers for this part. In spite of the opinion that I was trying to buy them off and that they were only children, I had real reason. Hades was just the type of person you would expect to live in the Underworld. Secretly, I wished he would let me be friends with him, but since he would not, I was not eager to keep him in the same house as me. He was fifteen, but already acted much older then me. Poseidon had obviously inherited mother's streak of sea blood. He could breathe underwater as well as any of the Sea People, but not being of their kind, he was ideal for the job, even if he was only fourteen. Nereus could be his mentor until he was capable on his own. Hephaestus, who was Poseidon's twin, looked nothing like him. He was rather quiet. His left leg was twisted giving him a pronounced limp. But he had an interest in common work, such as shoe making, smithing, fishing and other such every day tasks. He could talk easily about these subjects and would be the best choice to go among the Free People. Apollo was only thirteen, but he was the only non sky person I knew, to have a flying horse, so he would have to learn to be an ambassador at thirteen. Hermes never stopped talking, I figured he would make a good diplomat, even if he was only ten. At least the Mythicals would give him something to goggle over. I chose eight year old Dionysus for the Titans because this would mean Hera and I would have to keep an eye on him. Besides I did not want him to be the only brother no chosen for a duty.

That left my three sisters. Hestia, my twin sister, was so sweet and gentle, she could not bare any kind of sufferings. She cried when we were introduced. Then she cried when Hades was rude to me. I would have to keep a careful eye on her or some nasty person would guilt her into marring him. To my surprise Hera unbearably nice to Hestia. But I was pleased about this. I am not sure why I wanted them to be friends with each other, but I did.

Amertis was Apollo's twin sister. As soon as mother had introduced us, she informed me that she had vowed never to get married. She said she would remain a huntress all the days of her life. 

“If you try to marry me off for the good of the world I shall run away and join the Amazon Warriors in the Jungles and fight you!” she said scornfully. I decided that like Hades and Ares, she did not like me.

Athena was the youngest girl. She was a year older then Hermes. Like Hephaestus she was quiet and thoughtful, preferring to speak slowly, well thought out sentences. But like Amertis she could be wild. No one else could match her in spear throwing accuracy. I was certain that she would be deadly by the time she was grownup.

So now I have introduced my family, and all I have to do is make them like me. That is going to be the most difficult thing I ever undertaken yet.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Low Water, 30, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

The days have been chaotic with building of the Palace and the assigning everyone their new duties and sending the Star People to different regions. There was grumbling, but only two or three assassination attempts. On the last one I lost my temper and pinned the assassin to the ceiling of the Titan's council chamber by a lightening bolt. Since then everyone has been treading carefully around me. I really do not want to be a tyrant, but I just may turn into one yet.

Farewell for now,

Zeus

Drought, 10, Year of the Blue Moon

Greetings Book,

The Palace on Mount Olympus is coming along quite fine. It will connect with the old tombs in the mountain making a virtual city. Already many Star People, Mythicals, Titans, Sea People and Free People were going to move in. Not to mention my family and the five children I had cared for. I decided to place them in the care of Chrion until I could find families for them. There real families were either lost in the floods or simply gone. But perhaps I still could find them. I am afraid watching over for Sea World is going to be an even bigger job then I anticipated, even with the help of my brothers and the under Kings and Queens. 

Farewell for now,

Zeus

To Be Continued