The gods stood in the throne room; it had been a long week. Thanks to the upcoming war between the Greek and roman camps, the gods kept shifting forms; the constant shifts made all the gods quite testy.
"Why have called us here?" Athena asked Zeus.
"We need to stop the children. They will destroy each other, and us!"
"How should we stop them\ they are many and stubborn\ they will not listen." Apollo said. "Good haiku right?"
"We'll leave the poetry to you, Apollo" arteries said "but you have a point."
(The gods shifted into their roman forms)
"I think that that kid of Mercury's is the problem. Octaves, I think; kick him out and wars over" Mars said.
"I've got a message for Pluto!" Mercury yelled, handing Pluto a letter.
Pluto read it over as the gods shifted back to their Greek forms.
"Who's it from?" Aphrodite asked.
"Irene...she says that I must send nice to camp half blood to stop the war-"
"Ares! Apollo! Stand up this instant! What sort of way is this to behave!" Hera interrupted, shouting at Apollo and Ares who were grappling at each other on the floor; "so sorry, what were you saying Hades?"
"Irene sent me a letter..."
"Why?" Ares asked"we haven't seen her since... well, a long time ago, anyway."
Apollo frowned. "You know Ares you dead wrong about Octavian. He's a nice boy."
"Was" Ares muttered.
A\N: *Irene is the goddess of peace
*I have the next chapter but will only update after reviews; constructive criticism appreciated!
