Note:

The song about Artemis is entirely the product of my sister's brain.

Introduction -:

The gods sojourn at the new Mount Olympus, rebuilt at the top of Empire State Building, New York, 55 years ago Lord Zeus has now started a Olympian committee, which has all gods as members. Dionysus is lifted from his ban of being a Camp Director, for a term of 100 years. The Camp immediately became a critical mess. Nymphs and Satyrs in the camp, said that they won't be loyal to Chiron, as he is not a member of the committee. They interrupted the Camp's activities. The camp became more and more worse , due to this interference.

Lord Zeus observed this. He decided to take serious action on the nymphs and satyrs. So, he informed the gods that there would be a meeting on next week, Friday.

But this story being humorous, begins with our hilarious hero, Dionysus.


The story - :

Apollo was enjoying the Saturday in his room, as a month before, Lord Zeus declared that the "Gods must relax during Saturday and Sunday, to avoid strain. And their servants, should carry on the God's work. It is their duty." Apollo and Hermes praised and tried to flatter Zeus, after he passed this law. But Zeus didn't budge to their comments.

Apollo was curiously watching Discovery Channel's "Documentary on Black Holes" and his mouth gasped open. By the way, he was crunching and dumping the ACT II popcorn. He was interrupted by the thud of the axe. It was from the door; somebody knocked furiously and shouted, "Apollo! It's urgent!".

He was startled; the popcorn got spilled and scattered on the tiled floor. He looked through the eyepiece. It was a man with a huge slime ball hair, tanned skin and in a dusty leopard coat. He confirmed that Dionysus was in a dreamy and abnormal state.

"Why are you here at this time? Something is wrong!" uttered Apollo in a low voice and welcomed Dionysus, with hesitation.

"What do you want?" asked Apollo, controlling his temper and his anger by gritting his teeth.

"I wanna a bottle of wineu! It'll be named red wine whiskey 007u!" he said in a husky voice.

"Are you drunk?" asked Apollo with a frown in his face, knowingly.

"Yes I am. I'm very proud to be drunk! I'm the Wine man! The founder of the justice league!" blabbered Dionysus, exaggerated himself.

"Oh my gods! How can I make him realize that the founder of the justice league is Superman? He doesn't know what my kid knows!" muttered Apollo and went to kitchen.

Apollo's kitchen was fully furnished with varnished rosewood. He had covered his loft with the help of glass. His kitchen was tidy with a microwave oven, a refrigerator and a mixer. His loft consisted of four parts. The first three parts, had been allotted for groceries and junk food and the fourth part was reserved for the big oaf, who would tempt Apollo to give bottles of wine. Apollo took some of those and went to the living room. But he was shocked by seeing Dionysus. He was busy arranging the wine bottles, which was stashed in his stinky and sweaty leopard coat for many days.

"Oh no! Oh no! It's sign of a drinking competition!" moaned tensing Apollo, as he tapped his head.

Usually, Apollo is not the drinking type. But, it doesn't bother him, as he bet 107 times with Dionysus, and still couldn't achieve his goal. But, he successfully achieved some diseases like headache, vomiting and so on. He felt that this habit doesn't suit him.

"Apollo! Apoooollo! Lo! Lo! llllllloooo! Apol! Loooooo! Lo! Lo!" called the sluggard Dionysus in a ugly manner.

It was unbearable for Lord Apollo. His mind got split into two. Positive and negative. A word war started between those two.

He has spoilt my beautiful name! He is insane. I should kill him, said the negative.

Be calm, cool as a cucumber. Anger is the enemy of the man. This is the angel's policy, said the positive, calmly.

Throw your motto into the thrash, growled the negative.

Apollo took the decision of the angel mind, and started to act friendly.

"Hey, what?"

"I've changed my mind," said Dionysus, yawning and stretching his hands widely.

"Why?" asked Apollo, staring at Dionysus.

"I think, it's," paused Dionysus.

"I think... What?" questioned Apollo.

"It's better to have a drinking contest." suggested Dionysus.

"Hey, you know that—that—I can't." stammered Apollo.

"Come on!" tempted Dionysus.

"Sorry," replied Apollo, stiff as a machine.

"Okay. Please. Then a sing a melody song for me," pleaded Dionysus.

"All right, you ruined scumbag!" snarled Apollo softly.

Apollo sang a melody song about Artemis.

"No beautiful amount of lace

Can contain the glow about your face

It may take hours, even days

But still your form I cannot trace.

Can a lamp hide in the gloom?

Will a hyacinth not bloom?

You are who you are dear,

I'll make sure that you never fear"

Apollo began sobbing. He sniffed in his Dora hankies. Soon, he came to notice that Dionysus was facing the wall and grunting "Wooha! Waaha! Wooha!"

"Hey! Are you okay?" queried Apollo, patting the wine man's shoulder. Dionysus turned and took a vomit, like a volcanic eruption on Apollo's lyre. "Splash! Splash!" His target was like a bull's eye in the shooting. After vomiting, "Thank Zeus! The phlegm which got struck in my windpipe, came out. Thanks, Apollo. You proved that, you are the master of the medicine! You're a genius!" praised Dionysus, facing the wall. Apollo gazed at his back.

Dionysus turned. He saw Apollo, flushing out of anger and raging as a bull. One can also see steam from Apollo's nose.

"You!" Apollo pointed out his finger.

"What?" asked yawning Dionysus.

"You maniac! Hrr! Hrrr! You spoilt my beautiful lyre, with nasty vomit. Crap! Shit! Why are you starring at me! Get out of my house!" yelled Apollo.

"Then, what about my wine?" asked Dionysus.

"No. Don't try to burst my energy! Get out of my house," Apollo said gritting his teeth and clenching his fists.

"Is he mad? Why he is barking like a dog? I think he must be a dog in his previous life," blabbering Dionysus went away, scratching his head.

"Holy!" sighed Apollo with a relief, after he slammed the door.

"Everybody has this trouble," said one weird voice.

As soon as Apollo heard this voice, he rolled his eyes.

"Who's that?" thought Apollo.

He sensed that voice; coming from bedroom. He sprinted towards the voice. His sharp eyes spotted a shadow on the window. He opened the window.

"Hermes!" exclaimed Apollo in shock.

It was Hermes, standing in the air, with the assistance of his flying shoes.

"Yes, Apollo," replied Hermes.

"Hermes! Hhhuu!" Apollo cried and hugged Hermes. Hermes noticed Apollo's whipped face, so he patted him. Apollo started complaining about the big oaf and he explained his burdens. Hermes nodded his head, and he overrode Apollo.

"He has become very troublesome, these days. The day before yesterday, he wasted Athena's 3 months research project, by taking this same nasty vomit, on 2500 scrolls! And not only that, he created a critical situation in Hera's room, by farting for five days! Hera said that she wouldn't blink at the room at all for 15 days, staying at Lord Zeus's room these days. She feels that some dangerous pollutant is piercing her eyes and it's her best chance to use her witched eyes for spying Lord Zeus," informed Hermes.

Apollo gave ears to his words, and was listening intently. An idea struck like a lightning in Apollo's deep brain.

"I've a plan to take revenge on big tummy man," said Apollo, with a grin in his face. Hermes understood the sign language, he listened eagerly. Apollo whispered in his ears. They came to a conclusion. They both agreed, shaking each other hands.

"We're one in this issue," said Hermes.

"Okay," agreed Apollo.

"Athena, my wife Charisse, you and I will meet at 10:00 a.m. tomorrow at my home. Done?"

"Done," said Apollo, waved his hands to Hermes. Immediately, he took a tub, filled it with water and Harpic solution and immersed the Lyre in it. He saw strings coming out one by one. It created some noises.

"Tweeeeng! Tweeeng!"

"Oh man!" shouted Apollo, with frustration.

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How was this chapter?

Who do you think must be the new Camp director?

Hermes

Apollo

Athena

Ares

Hephastheus

Aphrodite

Demeter

Dionysus again

or some Minor god.


Author's note

In this story, Zeus wants to select a new Camp director of those options. Please, select one of those. Lord Zeus is waiting for your response. .. . . . .