Olympus was crumbling.
Statues dissolving, temples reduced to ruble, streets cracking, minor gods panicking.
Worst of all, the grand throne room, meeting place of the twelve Olympians was breaking. Cracks zig-zagging around the temple, breaking the pieces of the great building little by little.
The cause of the mass destruction?
Not titans, they were still in Tartarus, being subjected to 'special' tortures designed by the pit god himself.
Not the giants, the sons of Gaia were with their brothers. Wasting away in the realm who's only light came from Ixion the first sinner. Spending eternity on a flaming wheel.
The source of the problem then, it came from a surprising source, humans.
We didn't get rid of the gods by intention. Thanks to a book, even Rome was turning monotheistic.
Without the prayers and sacrifices, little by little, the gods lost their power. Without their power, they couldn't keep up the energy to support their mountain top city or, anything else in their realm of power.
That was why, in the crumbling throne room, the twelve Olympians plus Hestia and Hades were in a meeting.
Needless to say, even Olympians "sort of" freak out (I'd be in danger of being shot with a lightning bolt if I told the truth). Your city bursting at the seams with damage will do that to anybody.
Zeus called the meeting to order with a "silence, it's not godlike to freak out."
That silenced everybody. The only thing that the gods hated more than getting insulted, was proving that insult.
"What's happening father?" The goddess of wisdom didn't know what was going on. Ares was tempted to taunt her on that but, then he eyed a pillar that was about to collapse and turned his attention back to the meeting.
"The mortals stopped believing in us. We simply don't have enough energy to be gods anymore."
"That's preposterous!" The war god bellowed. "I say we go down there to teach those mortals a lesson!" The war god stood up, fully prepared to flash down to earth that instant to start destroying something.
"SHUT UP ARES" Thunder boomed and lighting crashed in the background. "We have too little power to do that now!" Normally, Zeus would be causing havoc down on the mortal realm, throwing a temper tantrum as he normally did when he didn't get his way but, as he said, he couldn't do that so, he contented himself with yelling at his son.
"Are we just going to die?" If Athena was scared of anything it was the unknown. It was a side effect of being the goddess of knowing things.
"Not likely" this time it was Hades, he knew when a soul was going to die and, nobody in the room was going to die anytime soon.
"What about our domains? Doesn't the earth need us to run it?" Apollo was thinking of someway, anyway to get himself and his sister out of this mess.
Hades started to worry about his domain. It needed a strong ruler to run it and, there was very little people fit for the job. Even if there was someone else who could, the lord of the dead pride prohibited him from admitting it even to himself.
"The earth is used to the changes that we bring to it every year." Surprisingly it was Demeter who spoke up, having herself noticed the changes of the seasons came naturally. Her grief was no longer the cause of the seasons.
"What will we do?" For the first time in a long time, Hera was concerned for her family as a whole. Sad it took the idea of everyone dying to finally have her care about everyone.
"Isn't it obvious?" Athena was never out of the loophole for too long. "If we can't be worshiped by the mortals, we will live among them."
Before anyone could loudly protest about the indignity of sinking that low, A flash of light blinded everyone in the room and, the Olympians and most of the minor gods became mortal. No matter how much the mortals ignore them, they will always be immortal.
When they died, they just reincarnated through the centuries, influencing mortals even as one of them. They got over the indignity surprisingly quick. Maybe not Ares but, that is a long and gory tale that I don't want to get into.
That is how, two years before the second millennia, a girl by the name of Sophie was born. To a mother who, even though she had known of her divine origins for many years, could feel forgetfulness starting to creep up on her.
Growing up, Sophie was ignorant not only of being a Recarnit but, in a dimension separate from hers, a boy by the name of Percy Jackson, was climbing into the labyrinth on his forth quest for the gods. Who managed to survive on the western flame alone so many years ago.
For those of you that actually read authors notes:
Sophie means Wisdom in Greek,
I (unfortunately) do not own Greek myths, or the Percy Jackson series,
Recarnit isn't an actually word (it means someone who has been recanted),
I do suck at grammar and spelling so, if you spot a mistake, don't be afraid to tell me.
New: I'm working on hopefully making my chapters better by, going and fixing all of them. This is going to be fun. I can feel the sarcasm in what I just wrote.
If you are reading this, it means that you have read the better quality version. Good for you. I'd feel happier for you if I didn't have a lot of revising ahead of me.
