Life is Miserable. Ever since the Greek empire fell. I, Artemis, Greek goddess of the moon and hunting was forced to serve Hera; a crazy football fan/queen of the gods for thousands of years.
Just like usual, I am putting on a disguise as a mortal and spending my afternoon break hanging around the mortal world. I have been sitting in a café for almost an hour. And as expected nobody had recognize me. Of course, I was already forgotten from the mortal world, it's not like that any mortal will recognize me especially when I have my disguise on. At least not in this city: Athens.
While I was chilling peacefully in a café, someone sneaks up behind me. Because of my shock, I fell down from my chair, but before I hit the floor a man caught me first. "Are you alright my Lady?" said the man with gentle grey eyes and a tender smile. It was Hermes, My favorite messenger. From his expression, I could just tell that he had an important message to deliver. Just to see his reaction, I played dumb, asking innocently "What brings you here today? My darling". As expected Hermes blushed when I mention him as "my darling". This guy has had a crush on me since the 304 BC. He would have already confessed his feelings to me if I was a maiden goddess. But his expression made it pretty clear that he liked me, even without saying it out loud. After realizing that he was blushing, he cleared his throat loudly and reported to me, "My lady, Queen Hera whishes you to meet her in the throne room at 3:00pm" then he just disappears in a flash of light.
Anger penetrated right through me at the mention of Hera's name. My stupid master hadn't talk to me for almost 3 years because she was too busy watching football games. Now out of nowhere she just summoned me when I am out enjoying myself? There is no reason why I would want to answer to her summon; but it is not like I have that much choice, do I? Hera is the queen, and the most powerful Greek goddess, I would be dead if I were to go against her. I stood up wearily and start flying back to Mount Olympus: the capital city of the mythological world.
As I was gliding through the wind thoughts of Hera flooded through my head, annoying the hell out of me. The idiot has once again managed to ruin my day.
I didn't pay attention to where I was going, I was too busy drowning in my own thoughts; and end up I flying straight into a telephone pole. I head but an eagle and fall back in a daze.
I flew as fast as I can. It is currently 2:45pm which means that I have to reach Mt Olympus within 15 minutes. I flew and flew as fast as I could but even a goddess like me have a limit.
3-minutes left until the meeting time. I'm cursed. Just like me, Hera isn't the type of person who likes to wait. She will definitely blast me all the way to Japan if I was late.
I dash straight to the entrance gate, ignoring the confused guard. 45 seconds left. I am so dead.
The gate slides open with a creak. It had seemed like my friend Hephaestus hasn't got enough time to fix it. As the gate slowly opens up, I panicked. It was too slow. I only have 10 more seconds left, Hera will be very mad. I landed on the ground and jump in as soon as the gate sprang open. Just as I have recalled, Olympus is the definition of perfect. White and gold palaces stood gracefully among the beautifully blooming fields of flowers. The city of gods, My home town. 3000 years passed and I could never get bored of the view. I ran and ran as fast as I could. My knee buckled from exhaustion. Still, I didn't stop. I dashed up the slope of the mountain toward the most majestic building in the center, The hall of the 12 greatest gods. With a panic, I pushed open a golden door. In the center of the hall, there stood a beautiful lady with long chocolate brown hair, impossibly captivating peacock green eyes and a very serene smile. My master, Hera.
I nervously walk up to her, bow down and apologized for being late. But Hera gave me a very confused look.
"I thought that I told you to come at 3:45 pm" she said plainly.
"No, Hermes told me that its 3:00 pm" I confirmed.
"You probably misheard it"
"My ears are working perfectly fine!" I snapped back.
Suddenly, the door swung open and a man walked in. Hera and I temporarily forgot about our ongoing argument. Its Hermes. He gave me a questioning look. "I didn't think that you would be here so soon, my lady."
A weird shiver ran up my spine as a thought emerge in my head "what did you tell me when we were in the café?" I ask bluntly.
Hermes didn't answer so I gave him a death glare. "When I was in the café I was 100% sure that you told me its 3:00 so I had to run. But now Hera tell me that the meeting time was 3:45. What is the meaning of this?".
Hermes paled. He glanced nervously at Hera and reply timidly. "I was afraid that you would be 40 minute late like last time so I wanted to give you some spare time."
I felt insulted. This guy always does things on his own accord. Even though he is a gentleman he doesn't have the right to defy the queen's order. Hera thundered "Was it not your duty to deliver the massage properly? Why did you change it?". And with that, Both me and Hera blasted Hermes right off the edge of Mt. Olympus.
After the meetingBecause I got Exhausted from the running, I couldn't understand anything during the meeting. All I could catch was that mysterious things started happening and many gods started to lose their power. I went straight to my bedroom right after the meeting ended. I was hoping that I would get a bit of rest. Unfortunately, as soon as soon as I lay down on my bed, someone knock on my door. "Come in" I shouted. And a man with the golden hair walked in. Its Hermes. "I think you seemed tired so I bought you a cup of tea". I was seriously shocked. He seemed to have forgotten about what had happened in the afternoon. I knew that he forgot things pretty quickly but I never thought that it would be this quick. "Thanks, just put it on the table" I answered bluntly. Seriously some guys just never understand that when a girl wants to take a rest, they wanted to be alone and sleeping quietly without anyone disturbing.
