Class Olympus
Disclaimer: I don't own PJO. *sobs*
Prologue
It was an average day on Mt Olympus. Zeus and Hera were fighting, Apollo and Artemis were arguing over who was the older sibling, and the rest were having a friendly, peaceful soccer match until Ares fouled Hephaestus and the referee had gone off to tend the sacred fire. Yes, a perfect, orderly, average day. Please note that in this context, 'perfect' and orderly' are synonymous with 'chaotic'.
Suddenly, a golden light flashed, and a woman appeared. She wore a Greek chiton, and had long, flowing brown hair. Even though she looked thirty, the gods and goddesses all knew that she was millions of years old. She was Rhea, wife of Kronos, Mother and Grandmother of many of the gods and goddesses.
"Mother," Zeus murmured, kneeling to pay his respect. The rest followed, and Olympus fell silent, as if knowing that a powerful deity was here.
"You may rise, my children, grandchildren, and second cousins thrice removed." The gods waited expectantly for what she was about say. Why had she come to Olympus?
"It has appeared to me that you fight among yourselves," A smattering of protests broke loose. Rhea's lips twitched up into a grin before continuing.
"No matter what, it is true. So, I have taken matters into my own hands. I have found a way to initiate Family Bonding-" Hermes snickered under his breath. Family Bonding is also another term for the Complete and Utter Annihilation of Olympus, he thought, keeping a poker face as Rhea glared at him.
"-and to also expand your knowledge, which is very limited in certain areas. Even you, Athena. Wisdom does not mean all-knowing." Athena scowled. She was right.
"So, this is what I plan to do. Everyday, everyone will be taking a class together, to learn and bond." Rhea continued to explain her plan. Class Olympus, as it was termed, would involve teachers-who could be anyone,even one of the gods themselves-coming in to share their knowledge. The gods actually felt excited about this new thing until Rhea realised that she would need someone to be in charge. She scanned the gods, taking in their strengths and weaknesses.
Athena? No. Even though she was sure that the wisdom goddess was able to take charge, the classes she selected might be a bit too extreme. Learning Algebra and Geometry didn't even appeal to her.
Zeus? Definitely not. While her son was the king of the gods,it didn't mean that he had common sense. (A/N ZEUS PLEASE DON'T BLAST ME)
Hephaestus, Ares, Aphrodite, Apollo, Artemis, Poseidon, Hades, Demeter, Dionysus, Hermes...no, no, and no. Then who? Who would be able to make sure they could get the task done without getting destroyed in the process? Rhea looked around the room, searching for some inspiration. Then, her eyes landed on a small, mousy haired, 8 year old girl with amber eyes kneeling by the sacred flames, listening all the while. Aha.
"Hestia. You will be in charge." Rhea declared. Hestia's eyes widened in shock, then nodded.
"Thank you, Mother. I will do my best."
Don't worry, I'll try to input lots of humour into the next chapter. Guess what's the class going to be? Hola, amigo!
*fizz*
Butter broke the computer.
