Prologue
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The remaining gods sat in silence around a fire.
This seemed to be Gaia's own personal form of revenge for the gods after they had defeated her once more. She had found so many ways to hurt them physically in this war, but now she had also found a psychological way to injure them, as well.
Zeus almost wished they were still in battle. It would have been a paradise compared to this. Even worse, Zeus thought it should have been him.
Hades, who had been allowed to come to Olympus despite the fact it was the middle of summer, couldn't even begin to put his thoughts in words. He was the god of Death, and now this…
Hestia was so distraught; she was beyond the point of tears. She couldn't believe this had actually happened to someone so close to her.
Everybody else was simply upset. Too much so to describe. Even Apollo, who was usually upbeat, was feeling depressed. He had known this was going to happen, he was the god of prophecy, but he couldn't do anything about it.
The gods hadn't done this for 2000 years, since Pan had supposedly died, but they still felt that their fallen hero, as some gods had begun to refer to him as, deserved the ancient rights.
Hades allowed a few tears as he lit his brother's shroud, making everything official.
Poseidon was dead, and Gaia was the one who killed him.