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The Little Three

Hera

It was the Winter Solstice, and I would rather be anywhere else in the world than on Olympus. In fact, I'm sure none of the other Olympians wanted to be there either. But, according to my husband, Zeus, we all had to attend the meeting due to tradition, and some other things (I wasn't really listening to him).

The Winter Solstice was probably the worst day of the year; I mean, the Summer Solstice is bad enough, with Zeus and Poseidon both trying to act superior to each other, all Zeus' Olympian children trying to compete for his attention, and the rest of the gods generally trying to annoy each other. But at the Winter Solstice, Hades is here, which generally means a lot of fighting and competition for superiority between my three brothers.

Right now, Athena is talking about some new mechanism or something; I'm not really listening, while Hades is glaring at Zeus, who is trying not to squirm under the gaze of our elder brother's chilling, obsidian eyes. Meanwhile, Poseidon is trying to get himself involved, and is constantly switching his playful sea green eyes from Hades to Zeus. The other gods are doing what they usually do; Artemis and Apollo are silently arguing, Demeter is sulking, Ares and Hephaestus are both watching Aphrodite possessively, and Dionysus is drinking.

Hermes, on the other hand, is watching my three brothers with a devious gleam in his eyes. I don't like that look; the last time he did it, it was at the Summer Solstice when he somehow convinced Poseidon that it would be a good idea to fill the throne room with muddy water. I still remember the look on Aphrodite's face when she saw herself in the mirror after that happened. The memory still traumatizes her.

Caught up in my thoughts, I didn't see Hermes leap from his throne. What I did see, though, was a blinding flash of light. When the room returned to its normal brightness, I noticed that Zeus, Poseidon and Hades were no longer there, and all that was left of them were their clothes, draped over their thrones.

Only then did I hear Zeus' bundle of clothes begin to cry; closely followed by Poseidon's. Cautiously, I moved aside some of the loose fabric on my husband's chair, to reveal a small, golden haired baby, with electric blue eyes.

As soon as I did so, the entire throne room broke into a state of chaos. Apollo, Hermes, Hephaestus and Ares were all laughing, Athena and Artemis just stood there with shocked looks on their faces, Aphrodite and Demeter were both cooing over a baby Poseidon with his light brown hair and sea green eyes, while Dionysus had passed out on his throne, from all the alcohol, no doubt, and was snoring.

Only then did I notice the slight rustle of clothes from Hades' throne. The entire throne room suddenly went silent as I approached the bundle, and slowly lifted the fabric to reveal yet another baby, with slightly curly jet black hair, and the same piercing, cold eyes as the ones that had been locked on Zeus a few minutes ago. Strangely, Hades was the only baby not crying; which worried me slightly. Despite his usual enigmatic, aloof appearance, Hades could become quite playful and spirited at times.

After a few hours of arguing, laughing and staring at the new and improved 'Big Three', I finally decided to step in, and sort this out before any unnecessary bloodshed began. "Silence!" I commanded. Immediately, everyone halted their conversations, and turned to face me. "Now this has all been very entertaining, but Hermes, we need you to turn back my husband and his brothers now." I directed, feeling more in charge than usual, seeing as my husband was now reduced to the state of a mere infant. Hermes suddenly became very interested in his sandals, as he explained, "Well, um, I can't really do that yet… I have to, kind of figure out how to do it, so… Yeah?"

I don't think I have ever been more furious in my life. "You mean that you just turned the most powerful beings in the Universe into babies without having any insight on how to turn them back?" I virtually shrieked. Hermes just gave me a slight nod. I would have exploded right then and there if not for the fact that this was the one time I actually needed to take charge. "Alright, we need to find gods that will have the time and patience to take care of one of them each. Would anyone like to volunteer?" I calmly stated. No hands went up. Well, I guess they are sane, then.

Just then, a look of realization dawned on Athena's face, and she stood up to address me. "Hera, why not just ask one of their godly children to look after them?" She asked, "They would know exactly what their parent is like, and how to deal with them to some extent. It would also be a good way to keep them separated." Everyone else seemed to agree with this idea, except Dionysus, who was still sprawled, half asleep on his throne.

So, I decided on the three that I thought would be best for the job; Artemis would look after Zeus, being the most responsible and calm of the gods in the throne room, Percy Jackson would look after Poseidon, seeing as he didn't really have any reliable immortal children, and Ayesha, Hades and Persephone's daughter, would look after the eldest of the big three.

Artemis left the meeting immediately, taking her father with her, while I sent a message to Chiron summoning Percy. As soon as the demigod arrived, the remaining Olympians returned to their thrones, and I began to explain the situation. When I was finished, Percy just stood there with his mouth open like a fish. Then he began to laugh. "You almost had me there for a second! That was pretty convincing, actually; the way y-"

"Percy. This is no joke." I interrupted with a solemn look, bringing out Poseidon from behind my back. Percy's eyes, so much like his father's, darted back and forth between the Sea God and I. Finally, he held his arms out to accept the Godling, and speechless, he made his way out of the throne room and back to the mortal world.

"Well, that was weird." Apollo offered. Everyone else was silent, regarding the demigod's uncharacteristic behavior. That was the moment when Ayesha, Goddess of Darkness and Shadow, and Daughter of Hades and Persephone decided to show up.

She appeared in a torrent of swirling, dark shadows, in the same way as her father. I had to admit, even though she was only thirteen, she was quite an impressive and fearsome sight. The first thing most people noticed about the Goddess was her height; she towered over most of the Olympians, except Zeus, who was the same height, and Hades himself. Slightly curled jet-black hair hung loose around Ayesha's waist, complimenting her intelligent, onyx eyes that currently swept around the room, as if she were inspecting it for traps. Knowing Ayesha, she probably was. In fact, everything about her reminds me of Hades; she has the same eyes, same hair, same features and the same personality. The one thing she inherited from her mother, Persephone, is her light toffee coloured skin.

The only thing that really worried me about Ayesha was the slightly frustrated expression marring her elegant features. Once she had finished looking for threats and traps in the throne room, I found her calculating, expressionless eyes boring into mine, and I flinched inwardly. Something bad was coming. "What happened this time?" She questioned in her silky, tenor voice. Once again, Hermes had cast his baby blue eyes to the floor. As if anticipating this movement, Ayesha glared sharply at him, and stalked over to his throne, her movements lithe and dangerous as those of a panther.

Hermes shrunk back in his throne as Ayesha loomed over him, and began to speak in a calm, controlled voice. "You turned my father and his younger brothers into babies. How injudicious can an individual god be? Honestly," She continued, her voice beginning to sound forced, as if she wanted to shout, "how dim-witted could you possibly be, to even think of turning the three most powerful gods into mere infants, and not even having a clue how to turn them back?" She released a long sigh, as she made her way to her father's throne, where Hades still lay under the fabric.

Her steely eyes softened as she took in the sight of the tiny baby that looked so much like she had when she was that age, and picked him up in her arms. She glared at Hermes one more time, who looked on the verge of tears, and vanished in a flurry of shadows like the one she had appeared in.

"Well, at least they're taken care of!" Dionysus mumbled in his usual slurred speech. It appeared that he had woken up sometime when Ayesha was in the throne room. "Suppose we can't really call 'em the 'Big Three', can we? What about the 'Little Three' instead?" He snickered. I almost cracked a smile when he said that, but I refrained myself. The Little Three indeed.

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