Poseidon's POV
"We are to never have half-blood children again, sworn on the Styx?"
Today must be the best and worst day of my immortal life. The war has just ended, and for that I am grateful, but prophecy foretold that one of mine or my brothers' children will have the choice to save or destroy Olympus. All our remaining children were struck down for 'our' safety.
Does he not understand that he is digging his own grave?
Though still mourning my children that died, and the children that shall never be born. "I swear on the river Styx".
"Hades?" Zeus glared at him as if daring him to say no.
"I swear on the Styx" he grudgingly replied.
"I swear on the river Styx" Zeus finished off.
I glanced around at my family. Hera seemed particularly smug that we were one step closer to her definition of a 'perfect' family. Now she doesn't have to worry about our infidelity.
Apollo and Hermes were looking on silently.
Artemis and Ares were glaring at each other as if the other was the cause for all her problems.
Athena was writing something down in a journal.
Hephaestus looked to be tinkering with something.
Demeter was calmly sitting at her throne.
While Hestia was staring sadly at her hearth.
Everyone looked so tired. Our children were killing each other and dying every day. We had just finished the last war about 3 decades ago and another just two decades after the last. At this rate, will we have any more energy to try not to fade away into the background?
I was startled out of my musings with a flash from the hearth. It looked to be as if the fire was growing.
"Hestia! What is the meaning of this!" shouted Zeus.
"I do not know brother, but I sense it is not harmful" she replied.
I do not understand how she can remain calm like this, but I trusted my sister.
By now flames grew at least 9 feet* and burned with intensity.
Zeus was still seething and everyone was on guard.
*about 2.7 metres to non-Americans