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If you asked around about the Olympians, everybody would tell you, 'Oh, I know them!'
No, they're not celebrities or anything.
They're the strangest, most twisted family ever to be known in the history of humans.
Obviously, their name isn't actually the Olympians. It should be the Olympia's but since that sounds stupid, everybody just somehow decided that this unusual family would be called 'the Olympians'.
As stated above, the Olympians are a strange bunch. Crazy ladies, strange diseases, mischievous kids… everything including missing children.
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Zeus Olympia is the head of the Olympia family. He is big, tall guy with neat black hair always slicked back and electric blue eyes. He is an extremely successful business man, easily making his family rich.
As a father, he is strict and slightly leaning towards the short-tempered side, but is also caring in his own unique way, which includes ignoring his children.
Currently, he is in his office, typing away in his computer.
Then, his phone rang.
Annoyed, Zeus picked it up. "Hello?" he asked, trying not to let his annoyance show in his voice.
"Hello, dear brother!" A cheerful voice sounded on the other side.
Zeus's eye twitched. "Poseidon…"
Poseidon Olympia is Zeus's older brother, and has a just-as-successful business. Poseidon has black hair like his brother, but has green eyes instead of blue, and was much tanner. His demeanor was also much more relaxed and casual, letting people be more comfortable in his presence than in Zeus's.
"My," said Poseidon cheerfully. "Why sound so grumpy during such a beautiful Saturday?"
Zeus glanced out his office window. Indeed, the weather is nice, with all that warm sunshine and pretty flowers.
"I'm a busy man, Poseidon," Zeus growled. "What do you want?"
"What do I want?" Poseidon feigned hurt. Then, in a more serious voice, he said, "Amphitrite and I have to go meet a few of my colleagues. Triton, as usual, doesn't want to go, so he's going to stay at your house."
Zeus's mouth fell open. "You're going to leave that annoying little brat here? Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
"Hey, he's not that bad!" Poseidon said protectively.
That, however, is not at all near the truth. Triton Olympia is the son of Poseidon, and looks almost exactly like his father. However, he doesn't have his father's cheerful mood. Triton is proud and extremely annoying, winning the MAFM Award for 8 years in a row.
MAFM stands for Most Annoying Family Member, for your information. It is voted during every Olympia family reunion.
Zeus didn't say anything and hung up.
He rang a bell on the side of his desk. "Iris," he called.
Iris is Zeus's personal messenger. He hired her mainly because (as he likes to believe) he's too busy to go tell his family things they need to know. His family believes that it's actually because he's too lazy.
The petite young woman walked into the office, wearing a rainbow colored dress, flats, and golden bracelets. Her hair was put up in a ponytail.
"Yes, Mr. Olympia?" she asked cheerfully.
Even thinking about what he's about to say makes Zeus groan. "Iris, tell my family, especially the kids that Triton is coming over. They need some, ah, mental preparation."
Iris, having worked for the Olympians for a long time, turned slightly pale and nodded, knowing this is a big deal.
"Yes, of course," and she backed out the room.
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Saturday is a nice day. An especially good day to go to the Therapist.
Athena couldn't help feel more annoyed. Why is it that her step-mother has to drag her to every single one of her therapy sessions?
The moment they entered the room, Hera leapt upon Asclepius, her personal therapist. "Oh Asclepius!" she cried. "I can't help thinking that Zeus is cheating on me!"
Athena couldn't help roll her eyes. 'Of course he is,' she thought, opening her textbook so she could study for the upcoming Chemistry test. 'Why do you think I'm alive in this world with Zeus as my father and you not as my mother?'
Athena sighed, tucking a strand of wavy black hair behind her ear and her stormy gray eyes scanned through the page, filling her mind with information.
'Stupid Hera,' Athena thought, glancing up from her book to see Hera, in all her majesty's dramatic glory, sobbing as she explained her 'problems' to Asclepius.
The young girl couldn't help admiring Asclepius's patience. If she was the Therapist, she would've kicked her step-mother out the moment she stepped in.
After one whole torturous hour, the therapy session ended and Hera left, plucking Athena's textbook out of her hand as she passed by.
"We're leaving!" she called over her shoulder, sweeping her long brown hair over her shoulder.
"As if I don't know that," Athena grumbled.
"Do not talk to me like that, young woman!" Hera Olympia said shrilly, her brown eyes narrowed and her pretty face contorted into scowl.
"Don't make that expression, old lady," Athena muttered as she swept past her step-mother. "It makes you look corpulent."
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As much as Zeus wishes Poseidon would change his mind about letting his son stay at his house for a little while, his prayers was in vain.
Triton had arrived.
Immediately after he slammed open the door, knocked over (purposely) a vase while running and taking off his shoes at the same time, threw his jacket into the kitchen, he slammed open the door with the name 'Ares' on it.
Inside the room, decorated red and black, a boy with brown hair and reddish brown eyes was sprawled on the bed, casually flipping a comic book.
"Hello Triton," Ares said, not looking away from his book, completely unfazed by Triton's violent movements. "What brings you here?"
Triton rolled his eyes. "You know very well why I'm here, with that useful messenger girl you guys have."
Ares threw his comic book across his room. "Yeah well, let's get my stupid brother and play video games."
"Sure."
So the two boys knocked on a door marked 'Hephaestus' on it.
"What?" a gruff voice called out.
"Hey, Heffy, wanna come play video games?" Ares called back.
"No thanks, Ares. I'm working on a project."
Triton muttered a few curse words under his breath. "Ungrateful brat."
"Whatever," Ares shrugged. "Two can do."
But Triton couldn't help thinking why Hephaestus wouldn't come out. Maybe because he wasn't the most attractive person ever. He was crippled at a young age and was in an accident, slightly deforming his face.
"And I'm not declining your offer because I'm ugly!" Hephaestus shouted from his room.
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"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"
"YOUR. ARCHERY. SKILLS. ARE. TERRIBLE."
"HOW DARE YOU!"
Silvery gray eyes met blue ones, and an auburn braid swished as the girl suddenly moved to punch the boy. However, the boy dodged and the two of them began to fight, tackling each other to the ground.
"Watching Artemis and Apollo fight is even more interesting than soap opera. Right, Dionysus?" a boy with sat-and-pepper hair and sky blue eyes asked the boy next to him, his mouth filled with popcorn.
"I- hic! agree with you- hic! Hermes," the other boy said, a cup of red wine in his hand. His black hair was scraggly and unkempt, his purplish blue eyes half closed and unfocused from his drink. Then, he promptly passed out.
Hermes ignored the other boy and continued watching the twin's cat-fight, rolling around in the flowerbed.
Wait, in the flowerbed.
"Oh no," Hermes muttered.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" a voice screamed. Hermes, Apollo, and Artemis turned to find a woman with wheat colored, wavy blonde hair and brown eyes marching up to them.
"Shit," Artemis swore. "It's Demeter."
"And you tell me not to swear," her younger twin brother grumbled.
Demeter was the twin's aunt, sister of Hera and Hestia. Her nephews and nieces like to call her 'slightly' crazy. Hera Olympia however likes to believe that her sister is perfectly fine, though many psychologists would've disagreed with her on that.
"HOW DARE YOU?! MY FLOWERBEDS!" the slightly insane woman screeched.
Hermes hopped up to her. "Don't worry, Auntie Demeter. We can use the crushed flowers to make honey!"
Artemis's eye twitched.
"Don't be stupid," Demeter said. "Flowers make cereal, dear, not honey. It's cereal."
Apollo's eye twitched.
"Really?" Hermes asked with genuine curiosity. "How come?"
Dionysus's nose twitched as he snorted in his sleep.
"Well," his aunt started and began ranting about how to make cereal and how cereal is healthy.
Artemis sighed. "Apollo, did you bring poker cards. Demeter obviously isn't going to let us go any time soon."
Smirking, her brother pulled out a box of cards. "Of course, sis. Unlike you, I am always prepared."
Unfortunately, that sentence was enough to infuriate Artemis.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?"
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Hades was thoroughly annoyed. He felt like he hasn't slept for days, his hair messy, his suit crumpled, and dark shadows under his eyes.
So much freaking paperwork.
"Hades?" a sleepy voice sounded at the doorway of his office. Persephone stood there, yawning, her black hair slightly tousled, her brown eyes seemingly to change color under the bad lighting, wearing a white nightgown and pink slippers with little flowers on them.
"Don't worry, dear, I'm almost done. Go to sleep."
Hades' wife nodded and went back to their bedroom.
Hades continued with his paperwork…
"You sure are busy, Hades. Get some rest," a voice sounded behind him. He almost jumped a foot into the air.
The eldest Olympia brother spun around, gasping, to find a young girl perched on the windowsill.
He groaned. "Hestia, how did you get in here?"
"I climbed the window," the young girl replied.
The young girl, in fact, was not actually young, though her physical appearance does make her seem like it. Hestia has slightly wavy black hair and warm brown eyes and is actually older than both Demeter and Hera, her two sisters. The only reason she looks like she's seven is because when she was young, she got a sickness that made her body stop growing.
"You should rest," Hestia said firmly, as if talking to a young child.
"I still have a lot of work," Hades replied, turning back to his mountainous piles of paperwork.
"You've been overworking yourself ever since Melinoe disappeared and that was 3 years ago!"
"No, I'm not!" the dark haired man snapped back.
"I demand you to stop."
Hades rolled his eyes. "You don't have the power to tell me that."
"No," Hestia agreed. "I don't."
Hades began writing.
"But," she said, "I have researched and came up with a possibility of where your daughter might have disappeared to."
Hades froze and turned around slowly, not quite believing his ears. "You've found a possibility of where Melinoe had gone to? She's not dead?"
Hestia nodded solemnly. "As for whether or not she's dead, I'm not sure. But, as I said before, there is a possible place where she might be."
Hades leaned forward, his heart hammering his chest. But Hestia's next word almost gave him a heart attack.
"Firestorm."