Mirror Images-Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Poseidon

"Now we all know the threat that has fallen on us. Am I right?" Zeus asked.

The Olympians were gathered again, minus Hephaestus, who had already been defeated by The Other. The tension in the room was almost tangible. The prophecy was beginning.

"We must decide the best way to face this threat." Hades said.

"I say we reinforce what I said before, we should not fight." Demeter said.

"So are you saying we should just face our destruction?" Zeus asked.

"We simply cannot disregard our mistakes of our past. It is fitting that we are punished for our sins."

Zeus's voice boomed through out the throne room. "We are gods we are the ones that punish, we do not receive the punishment!"

"We have done nothing more than endanger our rule several times. It has always been the demigods that saved us, our mistakes have been repeated over and over again. I believe our time to rule has come to past, maybe a new race with take over us. More fit to rule." Demeter said in a calm and strong voice, she stepped off the throne and walked away, turned to golden light then disappeared.

"Our sister is right." It was Hestia's turn to speak up. "Our children have always helped us, but we disregard them so easily. Perhaps it is best if another race of beings take over us." Hestia then walked away.

The gods, one by one began walking away, proving that they did not favour the past decisions. Until all the gods that remained were Poseidon, Zeus, Hades and Athena.

"Now shall we discuss plans now?" Hades asked, looking at Athena.

"No we will not." Poseidon cut in.

"Excuse me?" Athena asked.

"We will not plan, you will." Poseidon stepped off his throne, shrunk to his human height and walked away, something he should have done the first time when the intiated the plan to break Christopher's spirit.

Poseidon stopped suddenly. He turned back to the remaining gods in the throne room. "If you want a plan? Remember the prophecy, only the light can save him." Poseidon said those and walked off, some guilt came off his shoulders, but nothing could make the pain, that came along with the thoughts that he made that boy suffer, bearable.

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 Hope is only as strong as the hand that wields it.  13:36, March 14, 2012 (UTC)