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"Welcome back to Olympus brother," smirked Zeus. "Is the light burning your poor dark crippled soul…oh wait…that's right, you don't have one." Hades appeared to be quite the unhappy guest.

"Just leave him alone, Zeus. I thought you called us here for an extremely important meeting? One where we get along." said Poseidon; clearly emphasizing the end of his sentence.

"Yeah, like he said. Leave me alone." Grumbled Hades as he draped a pitch black cloak over his deathly white head.

"Right, my sincerest apologies…brothers…speaking of apologies, don't you owe me one Poseidon?" asked Zeus briskly. Poseidon appeared aghast as he spun to face Zeus.

"Hey! I thought we resolved this days ago!" huffed Poseidon indignantly. A couple days ago Poseidon and Zeus were in the midst a heated argument about who would cause the world's next great disaster; which in turn led them to a falling out. Poseidon, fully aware of any consequences, went out and created a typhoon that hit the southern tip of Africa, drowning various things: people, houses, animals, etc. Zeus became tremendously irritated and electrocuted a medium sized town of merpeople. As a result, Poseidon stampeded Zeus' lavishly designed mansion, located in Greece itself, breaking most of its contents. Zeus contained all of his memorabilia of the second half of the 1900s in that mansion. He even had a gold cast of some really famous star's butt on display. Like always, Zeus had to have the last say in the matter. Pretty soon rumors spread though Olympus saying that Zeus had a secret master plan to take out Poseidon. At the sound of this, Poseidon pleaded for mercy. Everyone knew the full wrath of an angry god was not something anybody wanted to come face to face with and Poseidon didn't want the experience. Hence, they made up. Or so Poseidon thought they did.

"I could execute my master plan that took days for me to devise on you this very instant." Threatened Zeus, little thunderstorms raged in his eyes (literally). Poseidon glanced at his brother, wide-eyed, and began to slowly back up.

"Woah there, bro! I though we fixed that insignificant problem last night at the coliseum! I come in peace! No need to start another World War!" Poseidon put his hands up, suggesting peaceful resolution. Hades smirked as he sat down on his throne made of~~~~~. He enjoyed watching his brothers bicker over pointless things; just as long as he wasn't a part of the destruction part.

"All I want is a simple apology. You should think after being in existence for a millennium, Poseidon, an apology should come quite easily." Zeus' voice thundered throughout the throne room. The throne room was crafted in a fine, white marble; gold pillars stood in a circle sectioning off a pavilion, gardened by Hestia. Encompassing the circumference of the room was a semi-circle of thrones on which the twelve Olympians conducted meetings and such. The ceiling arched into a dome beholding a heavenly painting created by Apollo (is he the one who paints?) who wouldn't stop whiling until his work was displayed on Olympus. The Big Three: Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, finally caved in.

The rest of the gods were currently attending to everyday business, although no one really knew what they went off to do. Personal business wasn't really an issue with the gods. As long as they didn't destroy most of the earth, all was well.

Well, I sincerely hope you enjoyed reading!...actually since i wrote this when i was like 13...i apologize

Have a lovely day!

Thanks,

Maddie*

^I AM CURRENTLY ACCEPTING STORIES THAT NEED A BETA READER